Chapter 1057: Section 668: Sudden Change (Part 3)
This is a city engulfed in flames, where armed civilians and soldiers are fighting desperately. Malin even spotted a large number of women donning armor—on the eastern side of the recently fought-over street, thousands of soldiers had formed a line and clashed head-on with the Chaos followers driven forward by Chaos itself.
Malin approached the leader of the Bleeder forces while wielding the blessed Chaos sword. The leader first roared but then noticed the sword in Malin’s hand—a sword personally bestowed by Chaos. The Chaos hesitated for a moment, as he couldn’t confirm who had arrived.
That turned out to be his final memory. In the next second, Spiritual Energy ignited the Chaos, who screamed and drew his sword, his completely possessed body turning around to slash his comrades. Thus, the Bleeders descended into internal conflict. Malin passed through, slashing a handful of reckless fools with one strike each, leaving no Bleeder daring enough to challenge him anymore.
Malin walked up behind the commander of the supervising Chaos followers and decapitated him with a single swing of his sword. The already low morale of the Chaos followers immediately plummeted into the abyss with the commander’s death.
Deep in enemy territory, Malin didn’t hold back. Using undead resurrection, he summoned skeletal soldiers from the bodies of Chaos followers. These undead were picky, targeting Chaos followers and tearing into them. Soon, the Chaos followers on this street either fled or were clawed to death by the undead.
Extending a hand, Malin commanded the undead to charge on all fours toward the infighting Bleeding Ghosts—not aiming to kill them all but merely to exhaust the undead entirely.
Then, Malin planned to personally slaughter the lucky survivors.
Thinking about this, Malin turned his attention to the defensive line in front of him—hundreds of shields blocking his path, even though their owners had been replaced multiple times.
A blood-soaked woman stepped forward. Her face bore some Westlander features, her long hair braided into thick plaits hanging over her chest. She had a perfectly rounded figure and spoke a lengthy string of Sydney dialect that Malin couldn’t understand at all.