But they had already fought to this point. It was time for them to change.
Uchiha Hikaru looked toward the Red Ribbon Army, a certain gleam and thought appearing in his eyes. He was especially interested in the Red Ribbon Army's generals. He wanted to see what formidable figures were hidden among them and when they would finally emerge.
After all, constantly slaughtering these small fry was rather boring. If some powerful opponents came out, the killing would become much more interesting.
Uchiha Hikaru's smile was nearly feral. When the enemies saw it, they were filled with terror. They felt that they had not encountered an enemy, but a devil—a demon that killed without blinking. Of course, they were fighting a devil.
If they could not achieve final victory in this battle, the devil would take their lives, and they would feel their lives fading away.
Battle was like this. There was no eternal end, nor was there an eternal beginning. As long as there was battle, one had to endure the punishment of the demons in this world and the harsh judgment of hell. At any other time, there was simply no room to choose. This was the power of the Grim Reaper, a power that made people feel pressure and fear.
Crack, crack.
Just as those panic-stricken people were about to flee, they were trampled to death on the spot by the high-ranking general coming from behind.
There was a saying within the Red Ribbon Army: advance only, never retreat. Once they chose to retreat, it meant their path had reached its end and their lives were over.
Although they were extremely unwilling, the benefits they had received after joining the Red Ribbon Army were beyond anything they had ever imagined. In particular, they had gained much greater