Vrrrr-!
The shuddering sound rang out incessantly, making even the clouds in the sky seem ready to fall.
Even the biting night wind bowed before it, stirring up waves that had become tangible yet held none of its chill.
Roland gently spread his hands, savoring the pleasure of near omnipotence.
In the past, he had always believed he had no interest in tormenting the weak. After all, without sufficient quality, such behavior would soon become tedious work.
But now, his opinion had changed a little.
Although taking the initiative to slaughter them offered no pleasure, watching the faces of these righteous heroes who had come to vanquish the demon king suddenly shift from courage and hope to despair and terror sent that sweet emotion shooting through his heart like a bullet.
"No wonder so many villains deliberately give the protagonist chance after chance. This feeling of trampling other people's convictions really is intoxicating."
Roland's lips curved in delight as he looked ahead.
Compared to the allied army of fifty or sixty thousand that had been packed together like a dense swarm of ants, their formation had grown sparse after being culled by his Haki.
Still, given their original numbers, tens of thousands had survived.
Although many had scraped through by exploiting the special properties of their Spirit Garments or Magic Formulas, they still qualified as a great army. Outside this battlefield, this force could plunge even a major nation like Britain into turmoil and chaos.
Moreover, after such a screening, the gold hidden in the sand became easier to spot.
"This is the first time I've encountered someone who could wield sheer presence to this degree."
The Woman of the Nation's Downfall slowly walked to Carissa's side, joining her in filling out the front line again.
Her expression was somewhat