"Rumble!"
Godwyn's lightning drowned out the battle cries from the other side.
Zhao Si told Fia to hide in the vehicle, then got out alone, drew his serpent spear, and stood beside Godwyn.
Facing thousands of troops, he felt a long weapon still offered more of an advantage.
The disadvantage was that he had no horse.
Even commandeering a motorcycle would have been nice.
Unfortunately, there were none of those either.
Godwyn rubbed his chin in thought. "Hmm, I suspect these ghosts... are people we killed in the past."
"Killed in the past?" Zhao Si raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, our old enemies." Godwyn smiled. "We killed a lot of people to rule the Lands Between. How many exactly? Hmm, five hundred thousand? A million? Ten million? I can't remember."
"So you could say your old scores have come back to haunt you." Zhao Si exhaled. "You really do have a lot of sins to answer for."
"There was no other way. Great achievements always involve sacrifices." Godwyn spread his hands. "If words couldn't persuade them to surrender, violence was the only option."
"I appreciate how much backbone they all had." Godwyn paid his enemies his respects. "Unfortunately, people with backbone who refuse to surrender are nothing but trouble."
"The First Clan."
The truth was cruel.
They had to kill all the enemies who truly had backbone and leave those who had less.
Such was a war of conquest.
"I never thought I'd have to kill them again. Don't push yourself to keep up with me. Just protect yourself and that Fia."
As soon as Godwyn finished speaking, arcs of electricity surged over his body, with golden arcs even circling within his pupils.
Then he shot forward, plunging into the undead army like a bolt of lightning.
Zhao Si stared in