The Calamity subjects in its sights had nowhere to run. The rolling heads became layer upon layer of mounting terror, constantly devouring their reason.
"You've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!"
Another Calamity died.
"Even if I die, the Calamity Lord will avenge me!"
[Those Without a Home] swung its axe, and a head fell. It showed no mercy.
"You're obstructing three Level Ten Calamities and a Level Eleven Calamity! Can you bear the consequences?"
Shhk... a line of blood flashed past, and the voice cut off.
"Please, I was wrong! I really was wrong!"
"Don't kill me! Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him! I was forced into it too!"
"I was wrong! I'll never toy with lives again! Please give me a chance to mend my ways! I'll never help a tyrant do evil ag-urk!"
Faced with these broken pleas and hysterical curses, [Those Without a Home] showed not a trace of mercy.
Give them a chance? Who had given the people they killed a chance?
Admit their mistakes? Could a single apology cancel out their past atrocities?
They were putting on such a brave, fearless front now. Where had that backbone been when they sold out their own kind for profit?
For as long as the war between the Present World and [Eternal Frozen Silence] lasted, [Those Without a Home] kept killing. The stench of blood had long since grown so thick that it became a blood mist.
[Those Without a Home] was still killing. It slaughtered its way through the Calamity Tide and into the Three Calamities' territory, then killed ten Calamities with every step, sweeping across a thousand miles without stopping.
When the Three Calamities returned to their territory, all they saw were mountains of remains. In the