The Grand Chief’s roar ca from the horizon, and in the Curse Binding Legion, the trolls, increasingly dull due to death, slowly raised their heads.
"Stand up, it’s ti to make a choice, little whelps, whether to abandon thought and silence, or follow to Hell."
"Staying still here will only get you torn apart, so stand up for !"
In the Curse Binding Legion, a young troll slowly spoke:
"Are we going to die again?"
The troll looked much younger than the others, and correspondingly, sowhat weaker.
Probably because too many had been killed, his eyes were full of fear at the mont.
The Grand Chief glanced at him calmly and said, "Yes."
Another troll said painfully, "Since we’re bound to die, why not die on the path of charge, right?"
The Grand Chief’s voice was low: "Yes."
A hissing roar sounded, and a snake-like demon creature, several dozen ters long, destroyed the lower half of a troll with its tail.
The remaining upper half of the curse-bound troll fell into the bloody water, uttering a hopeless howl:
"Since we all die anyway, whether in battle or being slaughtered, it’s all aningless, right?"
The Grand Chief descended from the sky, and the two-ter-long giant axe suddenly fell, tearing the snake-like creature into two:
"You’re right, it’s all aningless, no matter what ideals and hopes you had before, no matter how happy a life you once had, at the mont you are torn apart on the battlefield, the outco is only the wail of death."
One by one, old trolls followed the Grand Chief to the ground, and seeing that not a single living kin was left, all transford into trolls of the Curse Binding Legion, they wept bitter tears.
Hate bordering on madness, anger bordering on madness.
The Grand Chief’s hoarse voice said, "But does this an your sacrifices are aningless? Or that you were aningless from the mont you were born? The choices we make are also aningless? The ancestors who struggled are aningless too?"
On such a bustling battlefield, under the Grand Chief’s roar, it suddenly seed eerily silent.
The trolls’ heavy breathing was as solemn as a mountain, and the Grand Chief raised the giant axe in his hand, and the ancient and silent Ancestral Spirit poured blessings upon it, turning it into roaring thunder.
But his voice was more furious than thunder:
"No, no, it’s not right, the aning of death is given by us."
"Those brave ancestors, those pitiable ancestors, those ancestors who gave everything... we can think this way while standing here because we’re still alive."
"So, young ones, die here, entrust the aning to the living of the future."
"Go and fight against this cruel world!"
His anger turned into a roar, the thunder seed to be trampled under his feet, behind him, a group of old trolls quietly raised the military flags in their hands.
In an instant, Louis saw the eyes of the trolls in the Curse Binding Legion ignite with crimson flas.
A terrifying and dangerous power rapidly swelled within them.
He knew, that was the power known as the Great Sin·Wrath, as the trolls of the Curse Binding Legion roared towards this land and sky.
Finally, accompanying the Grand Chief’s shout, the flas of rage burned the sky.
"Soldiers, be enraged!"
"Soldiers, roar!"
"Soldiers, fight!"
The killing intent pierced the heavens, ultimately transforming into a crimson fury that even the power of shadows couldn’t suppress.
In the distance, an old troll’s lower half was cut in two, but the strong hands forcibly tore open the demon creature’s gaping maw.
In a corner, more than a dozen exemplary trolls, like cold-blooded killing machines, exchanged life for life; before they were all slaughtered, their iron fists, burning with the fire of rage, shattered the tiger-like demons.
On the front line, the old troll carrying the military flag stood like a silent statue, burning the last of his life cleaning up surrounding demons, until he collapsed exhausted, devoid of vitality.
In the next second, Louis’s voice ca: "Stand up, rather than entrust yourself to the earth, better rise and fight to death."
He felt a surge of searing power, like a spring flowing into his body, rapidly coalescing and swelling.
At this mont, it was as if sothing had burst forth from his body, and he said in a deep voice:
"Our wrath is a gathering storm, once unleashed, our enemies’ blood shall drench the ground like a downpour!"
The next mont, he hurled the standard weapon in his hand forward, and a twisted, blood-colored storm swept across the land, several swirling tornadoes appeared in the sky, hacking towards a demon that had reached legendary status.
The horrifying storm swallowed everything around it, and the fierce hurricane scoured the flesh clean.
The legendary wail echoed throughout the world, and suddenly, it rained red from the sky, as if weeping for this war.
LV12.
LV13.
LV14.
The intense pain made Louis’s face contort.
He felt as if he had beco one with the Curse Binding Legion under his command.
As more and more trolls, tainted with fragnts of Great Sin·Wrath, joined the Curse Binding Legion, those dormant powers flowed along the intangible link of the "Book of the Dead" to him.
At this mont, he felt like he was going insane.
"Soldiers, be enraged!"
"Soldiers, roar!"
"Soldiers, fight!"
"Our fury will consu the world until the enemies are all reduced to dust!"
At this mont, it was like he was connected with all the soldiers.
The Great Sin·Wrath subtly germinated within him at this mont.
He knew he wasn’t actually as heartbroken over the trolls’ deaths, after all, they weren’t human, it was hard to elevate to a level of empathic thought.
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