‎The commander was petrified when he looked at the dead bodies of his knights. He still couldn’t believe it even though he saw everything that happened.

‎”I had thousands of soldiers… thousands…” The commander muttered, his eyes shook uncontrollably, and his pupils shrank. “He killed them… almost all of them…”

‎The commander watched the knight who massacred his whole army on his own. He watched his soldiers fight for their lives, but they weren’t strong enough to live.

‎The knight used both swordsmanship and magic simultaneously to eliminate whoever was in front of him. His armor that was shiny silver had turned dark red and even dark brown as the blood oxidized. There wasn’t a single scratch on his armor, showing the difference in level he was compared to them.

‎It had been an hour since they left the city, and they couldn’t even get past that knight. Whoever tried to run would meet their death door faster. They were hopeless, and yet they didn’t want to die, however, they were only prolonging their deaths.

‎They thought the knight would get exhausted after killing dozens of other knights. They thought he would get exhausted after killing hundreds. However, they were wrong, they were hoping for something that would never happen.

‎Each slash wave that the knight released, it killed four to five knights simultaneously. Each lightning, fire, and wind magic he used, he killed three to four knights.

‎”I have to run… I have to run…” The commander muttered repeatedly as he looked around, looking for a way to leave without getting killed.

‎The moment he said that, somehow the knight turned his head at him. The commander shrieked and fell to his back, losing all his strength to fear.

‎”I surrender…” The commander muttered. “I SURRENDER!” He yelled.

‎The moment the knights heard their commander had chosen to surrender, they slowly loosened up their grips on their weapons. They dropped their weapons as they went down to their knees, raising their hands.

‎The knight stopped swinging his sword and slowly lowered his weapon once he noticed they had surrendered. He then looked at the carriage where Videl was preventing the person inside from leaving.

‎The knight turned his head and saw Thalior and some of the Union knights approaching. He slowly cleaned his sword with water that appeared from his palm before he put his sword into the ring.

‎Thalior and the others were shocked by the number of dead bodies scattered on the field. The thick snowfield became red because of the blood of the fallen. The rancid smell was so overwhelming that the knights had to lift their helmets so their hands could cover their noses.

‎The commander turned around and immediately crawled toward Thalior.

‎”We surrender! Please spare our lives!” He begged in a shaky voice as he kept crawling toward Thalior.

‎Thalior looked down at the commander with a cold and stoic expression. He knew who released the Corrupted, he knew who ordered the knights to do that. He knew they were siding with demons.

‎”Your life is worthless, not even God will forgive you for what you have done to the innocent people,” Thalior said coldly, and then looked at the knight. “Your death will be decided by him,” he looked down at the commander as he took a few steps back.

‎The knight slowly walked toward the commander and pulled out his sword from thin air.

‎”No! Please, no!” The commander begged as he lowered his head to the ground.

‎The knight stabbed his sword into the commander’s lower spine and twisted his sword. The commander screamed in pain, but then he was dragged forcefully by the sword in her lower spine.

‎He screamed and begged as his hands tried to hold onto something. He had never felt that kind of pain as the knight cut the commander’s back open all the way to his nape.

‎The gruesomeness of the knight made Thalior pity the commander a little. But he knew that man deserved such pain because he had just made the people suffer and even killed them just so he could buy time to escape.

‎The knight kicked the commander, turning him over and lying on his back. The cold ice with the open wound on his back made it worse. His scream grew louder, but then the knight stabbed him right on the throat, crushing his windpipe.

‎The commander couldn’t scream or breathe, killing him slowly and painfully. His soldiers were in tears out of fear, while some of them even screamed and hid their faces in the snow.

‎Thalior wished that he could see Rasmus’s expression beneath the helmet. He wondered what kind of expression Rasmus made when he did that.

‎”Take them all back to the city…” Thalior ordered his knights.

‎The Union knights brought the remaining revolutionary army back to the city. Nobody chose to run away because their fates would be better if Thalior himself decided them.

‎The remaining knights collected the dead bodies to be burned. They had met the Corrupted, and they had to burn those dead bodies immediately before they would turn into one.

‎”That carriage, who’s in there?” Thalior asked as he looked at the broken carriage.

‎”Who knows,” Rasmus answered.

‎Thalior approached the carriage and opened the door to see the person inside. To his surprise, all he saw was a skinny middle-aged man with his eyes and mouth wide open.

‎”He’s dead…” Thalior furrowed his brows, noticing the condition of the body to be bizarre as it had been drained until there was nothing left under its skin.

‎Rasmus didn’t expect that Videl had disappeared, even though Videl was supposed to be in the carriage. Seeing the dead body’s condition, it appeared that Videl had taken the soul of the man.

‎”He might be the one who brought the Corrupted here, or control them,” Rasmus said as he removed his helmet. “You can interrogate them and find out the identity of this man.”

‎”I’m planning to do so…” Thalior sighed as he took a step away from the carriage.

‎”I’m exhausted…” Rasmus muttered and lit the carriage on fire with his mere thoughts. “I’ll wash myself and get a short rest…” he sighed and walked past Thalior.

‎”Yes, you deserve some rest, Count…” Thalior responded and watched Rasmus’s armor, which was covered in blood.

‎Thalior glanced at the carriage for a moment before he watched his knights stack the dead bodies. He stayed behind and made sure all the bodies were burned into ashes.

‎Rasmus went inside a random house and immediately looked for something to drink. It didn’t take a minute before Videl, Aris, and Javi came in and gathered in the living room.

‎”That was quite the show back there,” Videl chuckled as he watched Rasmus drink water straight from the pot. “You killed 1,746 lives back there. You were like stomping on an ant’s nest,” he added.

‎”You got enough souls?” Rasmus asked as he removed his armor completely.

‎”That fills me up quite a lot,” Videl grinned. “Feed me just like today every day, and I’ll be able to do with that body that we discovered,” he pointed out.

‎”How many lives exactly?” Rasmus asked and washed his face.

‎”Dozens of thousands,” Videl answered as he stretched his arms.

‎”Then you should go to where the Alliance army and Servil faction are. You will get more,” Rasmus approached the chair and sat down at the table. “You should go now before they burn the bodies.”

‎”Sounds like a good idea…” Videl yawned as he walked toward the door. “I’ll see you guys around,” he said and then left.

‎Aris stared at Rasmus before she reached out her hand at him. Rasmus was confused for a moment before he realized what she wanted. He pulled out his sword and gave it to her so she could see the changes in his sword.

‎”Hmm, it’s not just Videl that was having a feast, your sword seems to be satisfied by the amount of blood it has absorbed,” Aris said and stared at the blade. “Your sword will be unbreakable if you keep taking lives like that,” she added and gave the sword back to Rasmus.

‎”It won’t be troublesome? You said it would affect the wielder eventually and become bloodthirsty,” Rasmus asked and put the sword back into the ring.

‎”You’re an Orthias. That won’t affect you in the slightest,” Aris shook her head. “Mine is starting to get stronger as well. The Corrupted that I killed, they were enough to make a change on my sword.”

‎”Sounds great…” Rasmus yawned as he removed his ring. “You two did a great job. Everything went smoothly,” he said as he stood up.

‎Aris and Javi nodded their heads, getting a fair share of fun.

‎”I might need to take a short nap. Wake me up if Thalior is looking for me,” Rasmus yawned as he walked up the stairs, looking for a bed to sleep on.

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