Suspended Blade City, Lion Mouth of Truth

"#￥@!"

Within the crimson storm, a long procession trudged forward.

Crack!

The language was incomprehensible, but when the whip struck their backs and tore through their spacesuits, even pigs would know to keep moving. Only—

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe!"

The unlucky man whose spacesuit had been ripped open by the whip clawed at his helmet with both hands, his face turning blue as he collapsed to the ground.

?

A Spartan warrior stepped forward. Seeing the man's blue face, he extended a large hand.

Crack,

With a squeeze of his five fingers, he thoughtfully ended the other man's "suffering."

"*&￥#%..."

Tossing the fresh "corpse" aside, he watched as several hounds immediately pounced on it and began tearing into it!

The Spartan warrior then grinned and said something to the person beside him, roughly meaning something like, "These guys are so weak."

The brutal scene made everyone else obediently raise their hands and quicken their pace—they had no desire to take a whip, have their spacesuits rupture, and die. Though they had no idea what awaited them ahead, it was still better than dying right now, wasn't it?

A few elites who had tried to "reason" with them had already ended up in the bellies of those hounds, proving to the others with cold, hard facts:

These "Spartan warriors" truly were, just as rumored, iron-blooded and bloodthirsty soldiers!

And their current status was, without question, that of slaves.

Those damned "veterans" really were a bunch of cold-blooded bastards. The moment they saw how formidable their opponents were, they had collectively turned and fled.

Thinking of this, countless nobles, elites, and even Transcendent soldiers could not help but sigh.

Had they known earlier, they might as well have stayed home—

Rumble rumble rumble~~~!!

Within the crimson sandstorm behind them, massive