But they had already fought to this point. It was time for them to change.
Uchiha Hiko looked toward the Red Ribbon Army's side, a certain gleam and thought appearing in his eyes. He was especially interested in the Red Ribbon Army's generals, wanting to see what formidable people were among them and when they would come out.
After all, constantly slaughtering these minor grunts was truly rather boring. If some powerful opponents appeared, the slaughter would become much more interesting.
Uchiha Hiko's smile was almost ferocious. When those enemies saw it, they were filled with fear. They felt that what they had encountered was not an enemy, but a devil—a demon that killed without blinking. Of course, they were fighting a devil.
If they could not obtain final victory in this battle, then their lives would be taken by the devil. They would feel their lives slipping away.
That was battle. There was no eternal end, nor was there an eternal beginning. As long as there was battle, one had to endure the punishment of demons in this world and the harsh judgment of hell. At other times, there was simply no room for choice. This was the power of a god, a power that made people feel pressure and fear.
Crack, crack.
Just as that group of terrified people prepared to flee, they were trampled to death on the spot by the High-ranking general who came from behind.
Because the Red Ribbon Army had a saying: advance only, never retreat. Once they chose to retreat, it meant their path had come to an end and their lives were over.
Although they were extremely unwilling to accept this, the benefits they had gained after joining the Red Ribbon Army were things they had never imagined. In particular, they had