Gnolls are weak, extremely weak, incredibly weak... Their flesh and blood bodies are extremely frail, as weak as paper that can be torn apart with a single blow compared to their armor and shells.
In particular, these flesh-and-blood beings do not use tactics. In an eight-person battle group, three charge straight up, three watch from a distance, one hesitates and wavers, and one turns around and runs away.
They were like rookie mercenaries fighting their own battles.
Therefore, the gnolls' city walls were quickly destroyed. Those gnolls who had begged for mercy and paid tribute had no idea that they would be purged at this time, but... begging for mercy was useless.
The gnoll soldiers were routed, and gnoll women and children were torn apart.
Whether it was the lord's faction or the people, they all faced a very fair death at this moment—a massacre, not just two simple words, but the complete annihilation of everyone.
Regardless of age, weakness, illness, disability, or whether they are women or children, all will be killed, regardless of whether they still have good intentions or whether they were once loyal followers who tried to dissuade the gnoll leader.
They were all killed without discrimination.
Compared to the Gorgons, some of them actually became pirates at sea. So Satan was mistaken back then; the Gorgons were not exterminated, and they are still pretty much exterminated now.
There are actually some scattered gnolls outside, but for them... the existence of gnoll territory makes no difference.
The corpses were connected in patches, and the bloodstains were intertwined and covered, making the ground wet and sticky, both inside and slightly outside the gnoll territory.
"call……"
Satan Ye let out a long breath. Floating in mid-air, she was not stained with blood. Although she seemed to hate gnolls, she did not feel much pleasure after personally organizing an extermination.
On the contrary, she felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
Although my hands were still white and tender, I always felt that they were stained with something sticky and bright red... No, if it were just bright red, it would be fine, but this stickiness was too thick.
"Your Highness Satan, the gnoll chieftain has been captured alive."
As Lotia spoke, she dragged a gnoll with its head down over like a dead dog, and looked at Satan Ye with questioning eyes, asking what he should do.
"..."
"Your Highness Satan Ye?"
In response to Lotia's concerned inquiry, Satan looked at the gnoll territory, now covered in blood and devoid of anything except the sounds of clashing weapons.
"Let him go..."
Satan Ye said this simply, her head lowered so that her face could not be seen.
"Let him go? But?!"
Lotia, who was speaking with some surprise, clearly did not expect Satan Ye to say such a thing, but after careful consideration, she loosened the chains in her hands... However, the gnoll leader still did not react at all.
That's only natural...
Logically speaking, a leader who has slaughtered all his people should be in such a state of utter despair, perhaps even having become withdrawn.
"Why did you betray us? Why did you write such insulting words?"
Satan asked this question, but still received no response.
"..."
However, Satan Ye didn't really want to know. She just felt that she should do something to face the end of the gnolls... the end of a race should not be slaughtered like this.
Instead, it should be a more historic death.
So, Satan Ye was waiting... So, she shook her head indifferently, turned around, and exposed her back to the gnoll leader, to this guy who had been cowering with his head down.
"..."
"brush!!!"
In that instant, the gnoll leader sprang into action, his eyes filled with violence and ruthlessness, concealing his lust for Satan Ye's body, and his outstretched claws attacked Satan Ye's neck.
The attack was directed at this little devil who "couldn't bear to do it."
"Roar!! So that's why! You're not qualified to be..."
A hoarse, malicious, slow roar came from the gnoll leader's mouth as he stretched out his claws with glee, anticipating the blood that would tear from Satan's neck.
Then, if he were lucky enough to survive, Satan's corpse could be used by him during his escape.
"laugh!"
"laugh!"
However, accompanied by the sound of two sharp blades piercing his body, his claws could only remain suspended in the air before falling limply to the ground... and then, his body also collapsed limply along with his claws.
"Pfft~"
"Pfft~"
At the same time, Lotia pulled her lance out of the gnoll's back, and Satan pulled the half-embedded tip of his scythe out of the gnoll chieftain's head... Two large holes were visibly visible in the gnoll chieftain's heart and head.
They're just gnolls; monsters of that rank shouldn't even dream of challenging the Headless Horseman and the Crimson Demon Dragon.
"It seems I did something unnecessary."
Lotia said this, realizing that she might not need to do it herself.
"No, you did a great job... This way, I can always trust you with peace of mind."
As Satanye spoke, she seemed much more relaxed now. She chuckled and raised her scythe high once more, then chopped off the gnoll leader's head from above.
"Phew, that makes things much easier."
As she spoke, Satan used her scythe to hook up the gnoll's body and toss it in front of the insectoids who were disposing of the corpse. She said, "In that case, Mr. Black's (Little Black's) forces can expand again, right?"
Indeed, the Black Knights only require the flesh and blood of intelligent beings to be continuously born from the ritual.
The warrior's soul transformed into a headless knight, and his body into a black knight. He could not use his flesh and blood to transform into lesser demons, which was one of the reasons why the demons were so invincible... although later on, the rate of replenishment could not keep up with the rate of consumption.
Lotia nodded, recalling Satan Ye's swift movements just now. She looked at the little demon king, who was gleefully holding a scythe... Was he listening intently to the sound of the wind, and then launching a counterattack in that instant?
"I'm going to take this back to show Mr. Ira, hehehe~"
Looking at Satan Ye, who was saying this, and at her shaking the gnoll chieftain's head stuck in her scythe, Lotia's voice was also tinged with laughter. She nodded (?) and said, "Tell him how you killed the gnoll chieftain, and Mr. Ira will definitely praise you."
"Hmph~ Of course..."
Satan Ye seemed somewhat proud, and she firmly believed it—after all, Mr. Ira was never stingy with praise!
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