Chapter 594: CCXI. The sky has no rain, the earth is scorched and dry
Mika doesn’t care about any sort of fellow countrymen nonsense.
Back when he was an officer at Chenxi Port, he was exploited and blackmailed by various military departments like the Constitutional Soldiers, garrison, and National Guard, and was scapegoated and wanted, only regretting he hadn’t killed enough of them.
Even as the Aran Navy relentlessly charged into the battle circle with the white blade fight, only about ten of the hundred fearless fighters were killed in action.
Mika realized that even though he was deeply surrounded, and the elite squad he brought might not last until reinforcements arrived, making it two minutes was already considered extremely tough luck.
There’s no doubt that reinforcements would be victorious; there was no contest between the imprisoned sailors and the large army once led by former Gihon Army officers.
To hold out longer, Mika, though not a combatant and not very knowledgeable about fighting, knew he couldn’t kill all those people himself. The tattoo path connects to the Annihilation Domain, with endless strength drawn from it, but serving as the medium bearing that connection, the load was enormous.
Huge metal spikes crazily grew on the ground, like a sickle during autumn harvest claiming lives, with explosions of iron wire curling densely like thousands of serpents tunneling into holes, falling into a snake den, then torn into a mess of mud.
After using annihilation energy for large-scale slaughter like a deity of death, slaughtering over a hundred sailors, it turned into a river of blood, with the sea breeze’s salty flavor mixed with the pungency of fresh blood organs, a highly intense scent.
As for Mika himself, his spiritual power grew increasingly scattered, a weakness spreading from the soul as its source throughout his entire body.
Some wise ones might ask if you can endure a lethal injection through sheer willpower?
This is actually a misconception stemming from modern people’s infrequent engagement in fierce combat. Not to mention anesthesia, a complete-force uppercut striking the richly nerve-ending jaw would make even adults lose their willpower, with underdeveloped cerebellum and unfed brains, flipping the skull shut and fainting on the spot.