The voice was cold and merciless, as though the deaths before him were utterly insignificant.
Even though...
The death toll had long since exceeded anything an ordinary person could imagine.
"Yes."
The messenger, encased in black armor, obeyed and departed.
The remaining soldiers stood solemnly beside the young man. Every one of them exuded a powerful aura, no weaker than that of the temple knights.
No!
They were even stronger!
At the very least, few temple knights could easily wear full heavy armor, carry a two-handed greatsword on their backs, and still move as fast as a galloping horse.
That could only be achieved through a perfect combination of strength, stamina, and speed.
Of course, what drew the most attention was the hatred within their auras.
Like vengeful ghosts.
Like evil spirits.
The mere sight of them sent chills down one's spine, yet compared with the finely dressed young man, their auras paled into insignificance.
Hatred so intense it was almost tangible twisted the young man's once elegant bearing.
Only cold malice and ferocity remained.
Along with a trace of savagery.
He had to "repay" those people for everything he had suffered.
Otherwise...
How could he ever be satisfied?
The young man raised his right hand and gave a slight wave.
At once, the soldiers who had been waiting so long charged.
Unlike those monsters that looked powerful but had obvious weaknesses.
These soldiers were the true trump card of this force.
Their strength rivaled the monsters', while their discipline and fearlessness in the face of death far surpassed them, making them particularly terrifying.
Clang!
A black two-handed greatsword crashed down against a large shield.
Tremendous force poured into it without pause, making the shield bearer tremble repeatedly, but he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, even if it