Hmm...
Ah, the altar is over there.
Suddenly rembering this, Malaki sobered up a bit and glared at the soldier, asking.
"Who did it?"
Enshrouded by that fierce aura, the soldier was so scared he almost wet his pants, stamring.
"I, I don't know! He carried a great sword and was alone, looked like a fallen noble, but might be a knight..."
"Hm?"
Malaki snorted with his nose, his eyes flashing with excitent, like a beast discovering new prey.
A knight who can stand alone against a thousand must at least be Gold Level, possibly even Platinum!
Having just broken through Diamond, he was worried about finding soone to test his sword, but didn't expect soone to co knocking so soon.
"Seems like a worthy opponent has arrived, and since I've just eaten my fill, might as well go et him."
He stood up, grabbed a blood-stained scimitar from the weapon rack, and grinned maliciously as he walked out of the tent.
Faced with the bustling camp, he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming like muffled thunder.
"To my trusted aides! Stop eating, co and assemble! Ti to get to work!"
Quickly, a thousand soldiers gathered before him.
Their muscles were bulging, eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty gleam, like ravenous hunting dogs.
The chaos ritual wasn't just effective on Malaki himself; it could also be used to enhance his subordinates.
Each of them possessed power comparable to Bronze!
That's the threshold for Lower Transcendents, which is about the level of seasoned adventurers who often venture into mazes.
"Move out!"
Malaki waved his hand grandly, leading the massive crowd to Grey Stone Town, ten kiloters away.
At the sa ti, Gunter, standing in a sea of corpses and bones, finally had a slight change in his indifferent expression.
"Here they co..."
The minions who've sold their souls to chaos finally decided to make an appearance, curious to see what they'd be like.
But soon, he was disappointed.
The aura was rely Diamond.
Clearly, this man hadn't bothered to restrain his aura, instead wishing to spread his scent farther, fearing others wouldn't know his strength.
Too weak...
Is this really the "Desirer"?
According to the Great Sage, Eternal Hunger Claw Urgos isn't an existence easily dealt with.
He'd rather believe the true Chosen One is soone else, not this ugly and pathetic thing.
The fat ant finally crawled to his front, along with its man-eating followers.
Malaki swaggered to the forefront of the troops, dragging the scimitar on the ground, making a screeching sound, and with a cruel grin, imposed fear on the silent swordsman.
Yet, just as he stepped forward, a cold sweat unexpectedly trickled down his grinning curved lips.
Fear from the depths of his soul clutched his heart as fiercely as a Corpse Ghost's claw.
What's happening?!
That feeling... it's as if Saint Sis himself stood before him.
That man didn't say a word, but the flash of uncontrollable anger in his eyes was enough to freeze Malaki's blood and make his legs feel as though filled with lead.
The bloodthirsty proclamation he'd been brewing during the journey lodged in his chest; he had planned to vividly describe how he butchered this church but forgot how to organize his words.
Watching the wild boar in front of him open and close his mouth yet unable to utter a sound, Gunter calmly spoke, his serene voice drifting into everyone's ears.
"Draw your sword."
He didn't care to know this man's na nor was he interested in his reasons for killing.
Only Divine beings can see all causes and effects; he rely took them to et the Divine.
Sweat poured off Malaki's forehead like rain, dropping bead by bead.
In contrast, the ignorant and fearless soldiers behind him felt none of the Sword Saint's overwhelming pressure, continuing to cheer excitedly.
"Crush him, boss!"
"Blast his head!"
"Wait, leave his head, I think that guy's stomach can fit another one!"
Under imnse fear, Malaki ultimately abandoned his dignity as a strongman, tearing his stuck throat open, and deceitfully shouted.
"Brothers, attack! Chop him to pieces for !"
A thousand ordinary n might not be able to handle this guy, but the trusted aides he brought were no ordinary n!
Though soldiers were surprised the boss gave up this chance to show off, that "brothers" did ignite their full passion.
Drawing their swords, they let out bloodthirsty howls, charged upward like Hell's undead, just as they had when storming that defenseless church.
Watching the soldiers charging and the Green Forest Army leader attempting to hide in the crowd, a cold, mocking sneer curled at Gunter's lips.
"Cowards."
What use is it?
He didn't draw his sword, rely moved his foot slightly.
The sky's color transford into a grey-red, while the ground turned the dry yellow of the Brass Pass.
It's the "Domain" he understood while battling Ogres at Brass Pass. Though far from the omnipotent God, he could already create a world exclusive to himself with his sword and beco the God of this world.
Never did he think he'd use this move against his kin, but... these aren't human anymore.
The Dinsion Desert's Ogres are more human than them.
Watching the town suddenly vanish, replaced by yellow sands, the previously rampant soldiers panicked.
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