Provoking the Black Emperor

The battle ended half an hour later.

The gates of the Dorak people's stronghold stood wide open, welcoming Rayne's arrival.

He walked leisurely across the bloodstained ground. On both sides of the road, Barbarians of the Dorak Tribe knelt in rows. Trolls and Centaurs were mixed among them. Men and women, young and old alike, all stared at Rayne as he entered the city like a victor, their faces filled with panic and fear.

"For Balkor!"

With a furious roar, several adult Barbarian men and women suddenly sprang up and charged at the approaching Rayne barehanded. In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.

Bang, bang, bang!

Roaring gunshots rang out, and the Barbarians were blasted into fragments.

An invisible shield appeared around Rayne, deflecting the enemies' blood and leaving him spotless. In the sky, the Saint Gun Knights who had just shot the assassins turned their weapons toward the positions where the assassins had been hiding and completely cleared the area.

Other Saint Gun Knights threw grenades down from the sky.

Explosions and screams mixed together. A few seconds later, the corpses of nearly a hundred Barbarians lay scattered among the ruins of the destroyed houses.

The Dorak people's stronghold was built against the mountain, so almost everyone in the Tribe had seen the assassination at the gates.

An Extreme Warrior shouted, "Anyone who dares offend the governor will be killed without exception!"

This merciless slaughter, in which one person's exposure implicated a hundred others, was difficult even for fearless, brave Barbarians to endure. The entire Tribe fell deathly silent. The other Dorak people who had been planning assassinations lowered their heads and buried their thoughts deep inside.

Rayne's expression remained calm. The assassination had not slowed his steps in the slightest. He strolled