Chapter 586: Mercy
The Battlefield Butcher roamed freely across the battlefield, each swing of his blade claiming several lives, whether they were enemy or ally.
The attacks of Abundant Magic were very subtle, and whenever plants that could threaten the Battlefield Butcher were about to sprout from the ground, he always managed to dodge just in time.
When he encountered magic he couldn't avoid, he would casually grab a nearby ally and use them as a shield to block the attack, then wait for the plants to spread toward him before tossing the corpse aside.
The Followers of Pain didn't want to stand anywhere near the Battlefield Butcher at all, but the Battlefield Butcher would follow them wherever they went. If they tried to retreat, they'd be dealt with by the execution squad, so in the end, they had no choice but to charge forward with gritted teeth.
The Battlefield Butcher hadn't actually killed that many people yet, but he had already dealt a devastating blow to the morale of both the enemy and allied forces.
If not for the fact that the Bountiful followers also had their own execution squad watching over them, they would have collapsed long ago.
At the same time, the Battlefield Butcher had accumulated quite a few wounds on his body, though these injuries didn't affect his movements in the slightest. His eyes remained bloodthirsty as he coldly slaughtered everyone else.
This wasn't because he was some kind of tough guy; it was simply because he was a Follower of Pain and could suppress all pain.
"Stop this. How many lives will be lost in this war..."