After a pause, he continued.
"Your opponent is Gunter Steinengrabe. Take this na to your True God, for the Human Clan of Aus Continent needs none of His hypocritical charity. For every minion He sends, I will decapitate one."
Steinengrabe...
The chiliarch of the Salvation Army muttered this surna softly, an expression of astonishnt suddenly surfacing in his eyes.
He never imagined that the innkeeper by Wheat Field Village was actually the legendary Rock Sword Saint?!
Indeed.
Many have never heard of this surna or perhaps rely find it familiar, unable to recall where they've heard it before.
Clearly, Ah Ka knows.
Just like that Salvation Army chiliarch, a hint of astonishnt flashed through his eyes, quickly replaced by the glow of fear.
Though quickly, all those emotions were overwheld by the maniacal expression of true passion on his face.
"...So you're the Sword Saint, hahahaha... Truly an honor, the Empire really regards us highly to suppress our rebellion with a Demigod Level powerhouse."
Gunter spoke calmly.
"I've ntioned, no one sent here, nor am I an Imperial but a Luo De person."
Ah Ka squinted his eyes, sneering as he spoke.
"Does it make a difference? Imperial and Church Court's lapdogs... Where were you when we were starving? Now that we can't survive, you've finally taken notice of us!"
Selas had told him that the reason they had to endure this suffering wasn't solely due to the King's indifference, but also the lofty Emperor's apathy.
They were too distant from the ground to see the suffering beneath their feet!
Moreover, they didn't want to see.
In Selas's narrative, the Imperial colonies weren't limited to just the New Continent; all farrs living outside the Holy City were part of the Empire's colonization system.
This is why the peasants of Ryan Kingdom had to give their all, laboring day and night, even selling their souls and faith, just to survive on the land beneath their feet.
Despite all being citizens of Saint Sis, belonging to the Human Clan alongside the Imperial people!
Conversely, the inhabitants of the Holy City are already living in Heaven. They drink red wine from Campbell Duchy, sit on timber from the Twilight Forest, and eat beef and potatoes supplied by the Rhode Kingdom... never worrying about the next al.
Even orphans in the orphanages of the Holy City fare better than the richest independent farrs in Twilight Province.
There's only one explanation—they are all colonizers!
Only by setting a fire and burning everything on this land to the ground can the Ryan people struggling in Twilight Forest truly be liberated!
By a stroke of luck, the Green Forest Army's "Quartermaster" Selas and the esteed His Majesty Theoden coincidentally thought alike.
One rely took action personally, while the other quietly condoned the flas.
Though their theories differ vastly, their decisions and ecological positions are surprisingly similar.
Yet relying solely on one person's strength truly couldn't ignite this vast forest fire...
"...Are you done with your nonsense? If you're finished, then let's get moving."
Gunter was thoroughly uninterested in listening to this devil's distorted argunts, even if it sounded like a piece of art, offering a thousand reasons why others are wrong, it couldn't disguise the ugliness beneath the grandiose facade.
Seeing Gunter raise his Great Sword, Ah Ka suddenly wore a sinister smile.
"I admit you're strong; I probably can't defeat you. But don't get too cocky too soon..."
"Eventually, a Chaos Chosen stronger than will step onto this land. Not from the Void, but hidden among those you didn't kill! Just wait and see, he will kill every single one of you, using thods more brutal than mine! And then you'll start missing ... hehehe!"
"Well, let him co then."
Ignoring this feeble provocation, Gunter emotionlessly swung his sword, the Great Sword in his hand slashing down like thunder, aid squarely at Ah Ka's neck.
Ah Ka attempted a final resistance, but it was in vain, without even a chance to struggle, he died on the spot.
This wicked and personality-twisted clown died like a true warrior...
Filthy blood sprayed onto the treetops, looking at the head rolling to the ground, the soldiers fell silent as if frozen with fear.
Soldiers wearing green turbans showed expressions of terror, lacking the strength to flee, they dropped their weapons and surrendered, trembling with fear.
If facing a Diamond-level Powerhouse, they might still have the courage to swarm, but standing before them was a Sword Saint!
That is the power of an army, capable of annihilating them all without a hitch if he so wished.
Recalling the harsh words left by their leader before his death, they felt even more desperate.
However, the Sword Saint did not kill them.
"The prisoners are yours to handle."
Glancing at the Salvation Army, Gunter nodded slightly before silently heading towards Wheat Field Village.
But then he stopped, suddenly looking up at the treetops, furrowing his brow slightly.
He felt like soone was watching, yet unable to pinpoint where the gaze ca from.
Nevertheless, intuition told him that the observing gaze bore no malice, rely watching from a third-party perspective.
And then it disappeared, as if it had never been over his head...
Gunter felt a sense of doubt but didn't ponder further.
Maybe it was just a misunderstanding.
After all, even a Great Sage couldn't be so close without drawing his attention...
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