Hill silently watched the Undead mercilessly advance on the tribes within the burrows on the enormous screen. Perhaps because they were full of anger, they burned everything wherever they went. The ground in particular—Earth-Element Mages made sure that no one set foot on any of the old soil.
The Fire-Element Mages were practically crazed as they set fires everywhere, while the weapons of the melee classes had all been enchanted with Flame Blade Technique. Any plants, burlap, and similar materials were bombarded with countless Fireballs the moment they were discovered.
Not to mention the monsters that tried to resist. The female barbarians charging in with stone axes could barely even get close to the melee fighters... Their levels were not high, and few of them could even throw flying axes, so they perished even faster.
As for the Undead, even the little barbarians running about, screaming and crying, failed to interest them. No matter their size, they were monsters. "Little barbarians" was merely a label in their eyes, so they showed no mercy when they struck.
Hill leaned back against the sofa and lowered his head in thought. He could probably kill all these Stoneblind Barbarians himself now, but he would have to prepare himself mentally first... He would have to sternly remind himself that these monsters merely wore human shapes. They had no emotions at all, and were worse than even Demons and Devils.
Could he claim that little imps and the like had committed no crimes and therefore could not be killed?
Damn monsters deserved to die. Even if he had to do it himself.
Then he calmly raised his head and watched without moving as the Undead dragged every Stoneblind Barbarian from every corner of that interconnected burrow network and slaughtered them all.
Falan silently observed Hill's