Chapter 131: An Invaluable Move
Chapter 131: An Invaluable Move
Silence dominated the battlefield.The shattered sky slowly began repairing itself.
Fragments of floating islands continued falling from above.
Dust clouds rolled endlessly across the ruined landscape.
Yet nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The gathered B-rank hunters remained frozen in place.
Their minds were still struggling to process what they had witnessed.
An A-rank existence.
Erased.
As though it had never existed.
Amon stood amidst the devastation.
The Winter Frost Blade slowly disappeared from his hand.
His gaze swept across the distant landscape.
The dungeon was not yet cleared.
Far from it.
Countless creatures still existed throughout this world.
Without turning around, Amon spoke.
"Moon."
The white-robed figure immediately appeared beside him.
Silent.
Motionless.
Awaiting orders.
Amon’s voice was calm, cold, and without the slightest fluctuation.
"Wipe them out."
Moon vanished.
Space rippled.
Then settled.
The clone had already disappeared.
Several B-rank hunters instinctively exchanged glances.
Even after everything they had witnessed, they still couldn’t understand what exactly the Monarch of Death was.
A subordinate?
A partner?
A summoned creature?
Nobody knew.
Far away.
Explosions immediately began erupting throughout the dungeon.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Entire mountain ranges shook.
Shockwaves spread through the world.
Every few seconds, another terrifying explosion echoed from somewhere in the distance.
The sounds came from every direction.
As though death itself was sweeping through the dungeon.
The President silently watched.
His expression remained complicated.
After several moments, he finally stepped forward.
The surrounding hunters immediately became nervous.
Nobody attempted to stop him.
Because everyone knew.
There was only one question left.
The President stopped several meters away.
His gaze remained fixed on Amon.
For a long moment, neither man spoke.
Then the President finally broke the silence.
"Why?"
Amon didn’t respond.
The President continued.
"With your strength..."
His voice became slightly heavier.
"You could have protected countless people."
Silence.
The wind swept across the battlefield.
Fragments of ruined stone tumbled into the abyss below.
The President stared directly at the black figure.
"Then why are you killing innocent people?"
Several nearby hunters became tense.
This was the question everyone wanted answered.
The Butcher.
A hero to some.
A murderer to others.
A monster to many.
No one truly understood him.
For several moments, Amon remained silent.
Then finally.
He spoke.
The voice beneath the mask was calm.
Almost indifferent.
"Pass down an order."
The President frowned slightly.
Amon’s gaze drifted toward the distant horizon.
"Anyone who commits crimes within Cold Moon District."
His voice remained emotionless.
"Will be wiped out."
The President froze.