Chapter 301: Be Gone.
For a moment, the street was as quiet as a graveyard. The onlookers held their breath while their hearts pounded violently against their chests like war drums.
"My goodness..."
"What is happening?"
"Is this a war?"
Various questions roared through their minds, yet none of them could find any answer.
For many of them, this was the first time they had witnessed such a terrifying scene.
At the end of the street stood hundreds of Jackal Beastmen clad in crude leather armor while carrying different weapons.
They stood in a disciplined formation. Each one exuded a powerful and intimidating aura while the weakest among them was a Level 25 Jackal Beastman.
Around them, the air twisted violently as though the world itself acknowledged their presence.
But that was not the end.
Beside them stood a large group of humans. They numbered close to fifty, and every single one of them radiated strength.
Their armor gleamed beneath the crimson desert light while their sheathed weapons reflected chilling killing intent.
Just like the Jackal Beastmen, the weakest among them was Level 26 while the strongest was a Level 29 Berserker.
The combined pressure of both forces spread throughout the town like a suffocating storm.
And at the very center of that storm, Thoren stood calmly without the slightest change in expression.
It was as though the incoming army had nothing to do with him.
His ten undead servants stood silently behind him like grim executioners waiting for slaughter to begin.
Howl! Howl!
Savage guttural cries erupted from the Jackal Beastmen army as they marched forward. Beside them, the members of the Slave Trade Guild advanced in unison.
Every single one of them understood the stakes involved.
Either they succeeded today or they died trying.
There was no middle ground.
As the two forces marched forward, Thoren also began walking toward them.
His steps were measured and deliberate.
Calm.
Too calm.
Many spectators could not even believe that the silver haired youth before them was the target of such an overwhelming force.
By now, the street had already emptied completely.
All the ordinary people had fled for their lives.
Only the truly curious remained behind while hiding atop nearby rooftops and broken buildings.
Their eyes remained locked on the street below.
Both humans and Jackal Beastmen stared at the impending battle with tense anticipation.
Some humans secretly hoped Thoren would create another miracle.
Meanwhile, the Jackal Beastmen brimmed with absolute confidence in their army.
Their eyes were filled with pride and savage arrogance as they looked down on Thoren and the ten cloaked figures behind him.
Their sneers and mocking gazes were obvious, yet Thoren did not even spare them a glance.
The closer both sides approached, the heavier the atmosphere became.
The pressure thickened until the entire street felt suffocating.
It was so tense that it felt as though someone could cut the air apart with a blade.
No one dared breathe loudly.
No one dared speak.
No one dared move recklessly.
The only sound remaining was the synchronized footsteps of the approaching army.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The entire town trembled beneath their advance.
Everyone understood that the next few moments would decide everything.
When the distance between both sides shrank to less than ten meters, Thoren finally moved.
"Be gone."
He muttered casually beneath his breath.
Yet under the suffocating silence, his voice echoed clearly throughout the entire street.
Hmm?
Everyone widened their eyes in confusion.
Not only the spectators, even the Jackal Beastmen army and the Slave Trade Guild members looked stunned.
However, before anyone could react, the ground beneath the Jackal Beastmen army and the Slave Trade Guild members suddenly collapsed.
Boom!
A gigantic sinkhole erupted beneath their formation.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Help me!"
"No! I do not want to die!"
"Captain!"
"Howl! Howl!"
Instantly, the silence shattered beneath countless miserable screams.
Chaos exploded throughout their ranks as the Jackal Beastmen desperately tried escaping the terrifying sinkhole.
Unfortunately, many were too slow.
The unlucky ones fell directly into the collapsing abyss beneath their feet.
Crunch! Crack! Splatter!
Their bodies were shredded apart instantly.
Bones shattered into fragments while flesh was ground into bloody paste within seconds.
Dark blood splashed violently through the air.
The horrifying sound of bones being crushed into powder echoed throughout the battlefield, sending chills down the spines of everyone watching.
Yet the horror had only just begun.
Whoosh!
Beside Thoren, another dozen undead servants suddenly appeared.
Each one wore a dark cloak that concealed their terrifying forms completely.
At the very front stood three towering figures whose weapons were displayed openly like instruments of slaughter announcing death itself.
The undead Elite Jackal Beastman.
The undead Storm Tyrant.
The undead Royalty Stonewall.
The vanguard destroyers.
The executioners of the battlefield.
Their mere appearance caused the pressure around Thoren to transform completely.
The air became heavy and oppressive.
A terrifying aura flooded the entire street and forced weaker creatures to their knees instinctively.
"Kill."
The moment Thoren gave the command, every undead servant exploded forward simultaneously.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Their speed blurred together with the surroundings while their cloaks fluttered wildly behind them.
The surviving Jackal Beastmen immediately sensed overwhelming danger.
Those fortunate enough to survive the sinkhole quickly roared in fury and charged forward recklessly.
"Kill him!"
Even though the sinkhole had slaughtered nearly half their forces, none of them had time to process the devastation.
Instead, they poured all their hatred toward the silver haired youth responsible for everything.
At the rear lines, the mages finally completed their chants.
They slammed their staffs against the ground violently.
Boom!
Terrifying spells erupted into existence.
Fire.
Wind.
Ice.
Lightning.
The sky above the battlefield seemed to change colors beneath the overwhelming magical bombardment.
Massive fireballs streaked through the air while tornado blades screamed toward Thoren’s forces.
Frozen spears of ice descended like deadly rain while bolts of lightning crackled violently across the battlefield.
The sheer scale of the attack caused many spectators to pale in horror.
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