...
"Yangxiang Race, Sixth Grade... On the Fifth Battlefield, massacred 198 Divine Land Martial Artists, brutal and violent, deserves a thousand deaths... Verdict: Kill without rcy!"
...
Mo Qizheng's voice resounded again.
"Spare !
"I can help the Human Race, I can defect to the Human Race, I'll be your slave, spare !"
This Yangxiang Race mber remained silent all along, so his tongue was still intact.
In fact, this Yangxiang Race mber was not afraid of death.
But at this mont, he truly feared this feeling of a fate worse than death.
Knowing he is dead, yet watching with wide eyes as his headless body still suffers in agony.
Who wouldn't be afraid?
Swoosh!
However, Xu Baiyan walked over calmly, raised his hand, and the blade fell.
At this mont, Xu Baiyan was the most ruthless executioner.
The sa horrid scene played out again.
"Kill , just kill , kill !
"I beg you, kill !"
This mber of the Yangxiang Race seed even more miserable because he could still speak, revealing more emotions from that head.
...
"Steel Bone Race, Sixth Grade... On the Eighth Battlefield, killed 921 Divine Land Martial Artists, brutal and violent, deserves a thousand deaths... Verdict: Kill without rcy!"
...
Mo Qizheng continued to announce the verdict.
This Steel Bone Race mber had already been severely beaten beyond recognition, yet his eyes still stared fiercely at Xu Baiyan.
The Steel Bone Race had lost the ability to speak, but he wasn't afraid of death at all.
Swoosh!
No matter what face these prisoners showed, in Xu Baiyan's eyes, they were all just dead n, nothing more.
The blade's light blocked a dazzling arc of lightning.
The Steel Bone Race mber's head flew up.
But truly facing his own body, even though the Steel Bone Race mber had always ignored life, at this mont he finally broke down.
It's said that the Steel Bone Race doesn't cry.
But for this Steel Bone Race Grandmaster enduring the pain, tears were clearly in his eyes.
He was truly in pain.
Both ntally and physically.
...
Xu Baiyan was executing sentences.
anwhile, in Mao Yao City, the Human Race's army poured into every street like a tide.
Kill!
Enemies t with eyes full of hatred.
In this era, who hasn't had a comrade killed by those damn aliens?
Whose family hasn't sacrificed themselves?
Especially Jiangyuan Country, bullied by Mao Yao City for so many years, how much hatred have they bottled up in their hearts.
Kill!
Without rcy.
"Each battle camp, target key buildings of Mao Yao City.
"All spoils of war, gather at the city gate, logistics camp will tally them up!"
Liu Yizhou's voice echoed in the sky.
Crack!
Mo Kai had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Even though he was ntally prepared, the mont the city fell, he couldn't accept it.
So angry that he kept spitting blood.
"Understood!"
The tents of each battle camp responded in unison.
At these words, the battle camps imdiately darted toward various strongholds in Mao Yao City.
Weapon Depot!
Pill Storage!
Book Repository!
City Lord's Mansion!
Elder Hall!
Forging Workshop!
Various warehouses!
The crowd split like a river, group after group of elite battle camps darted down different streets.
At the sa ti, the Human Race also detained a large number of prisoners.
With the captives leading the way, the Human Race army easily found these strongholds.
War, in essence, is a process of plunder, and these things are crucial.
Bai Xiaolong followed a battle camp toward a garrison camp stronghold.
Although the Human Race attacked the city with irresistible force, once the real street fighting began, no one could ensure safety.
In just a few minutes, Human Race Martial Artists began to suffer casualties.
The Yangxiang Race still had warriors who fought back valiantly.
"Su Yue, what should we do?"
Mu Cheng looked at Su Yue.
"The Military Departnt has taken over Mao Yao City, we probably won't get any benefits, it's unnecessary to fleece Divine Land, the country won't shortchange us.
"Besides, this is my godfather's army.
"Take this opportunity to explore the Yangxiang Race's customs and culture, after all, constant fighting is quite exhausting."
Su Yue smiled.
To be honest, he was a bit tired.
Moreover, with the Human Race army rushing into Mao Yao City, it was impossible for him to openly take advantage, otherwise others wouldn't laugh at him but ridicule his father and his godfather.
Being young, reputation didn't matter to him.
But his father and godfather had to consider it, especially with West Martial involved.
"Alright, as you say!"
Mu Cheng nodded.
She was a general's daughter, so she admired Su Yue's mindset.
This kind of martial artist whose achievents shock the sovereign could be a major headache for the Military Departnt later.
People with great rits instinctively felt they deserved more, so in terms of fairness, so heroes in the army had really unattractive manners.
Heroes may not fear death, but that doesn't an they're not greedy; nobody's perfect.
It's human nature.
But the military's regulations could fall into an awkward position, as these people breaking rules are undermining military discipline.
Everyone knows, in the military corps, discipline is a duty.
Thus, these guys gave commanders a headache.
Can't be scolded or punished, or it will chill everyone's heart.
But Su Yue knew when to advance and when to retreat, could see the big picture, and understand reason, which Mu Cheng appreciated even more.
Additionally, Su Yue was the primary contributor.
The fact that soone with such great achievents wasn't scrambling for resources made it difficult for others with smaller accomplishnts.
"Son, well done!"
Su Qingfeng stood beside, particularly gratified.
To discern right from wrong is what makes a good child.
Su Yue was excellent, in ordinary life, he would certainly beco arrogant, proud, and even disdainful.
This was normal.
Everything has a asure.
A little mischief, elders would at most laugh it off, human nature.
But not understanding right from wrong would eventually lead to a big problem.
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