Chapter 791: Military base beneath a mountain
The wild chaos that once reigned in Dark Fang’s gang froze the moment the soldiers of the Xaos Kingdom began marching into the underground stronghold. Men and women clad in sleek black armor, their faces emotionless, advanced with a precision that bordered on machine-like. The gangsters—thieves, murderers, and degenerates—stood stunned, their bravado drained by the sheer presence of this disciplined force.
There was something terrifying in the way these soldiers moved—synchronized, efficient, and utterly devoid of fear. Their eyes didn’t dart in panic like those of the gang members. Instead, they radiated conviction, as though they had been forged by years of suffering, training, and unwavering belief in a cause far greater than themselves. It was a kind of strength that no bandit, no matter how cruel or violent, could replicate.
Instinctively, the gang members turned their desperate gazes toward their leader, hoping that Dark Fang’s brutal strength might somehow tip the scales. But what they saw shattered their morale.
Dark Fang was dead.
His massive body lay slumped before the throne he once ruled from—lifeless and broken. And sitting upon that throne now was a young man, eerily calm. His white hair flowed like starlight, and his golden eyes gleamed with the cold brilliance of a winter sun. There was no rage on his face, no smug satisfaction—only focus, and something colder: inevitability.
The man’s eyes passed over the gang members like a judge weighing unworthy souls. Then, with a voice as sharp as a blade, he gave a single command.
"Kill them all."
The words had barely left his lips when the soldiers of Xaos moved.
There was no roar of war cries, no dramatic charge—only the silent precision of trained killers. Spears thrust, blades sang through flesh, and spells rained down in waves of fire, ice, and lightning. Within seconds, the underground city was bathed in blood. Bandits screamed and tried to flee, but the exits were already sealed. Every tunnel, every breach, every escape route was covered by overlapping formations of soldiers who didn’t flinch or falter.
Despite the brutality, there was no chaos in their actions. The Xaos soldiers remained in formation, communicating silently through subtle hand signs and nods. Each step forward was measured. Each enemy was cut down with ruthless efficiency. No one broke rank. No one lost focus.