Looking at the dead souls, they seemed to have not yet reacted after their comeback.

It was not until the legendary wizard shook his staff that his vision gradually became clear.

The communication between the two sides ended quickly. Except for a small number of people, most of the Tunisian knights who died in the battle chose to stand up and watch the end of the battle.

Louis met their needs. Looking at the shadow walkers crawling up one by one in the wilderness, the Tunis Knight Commander asked, "Did you give them any names, sir?"

In a trance, Louis thought of an extremely annoying guy.

The shadow of Rudelson, the being known as the Mad King.

He said after a pause: "This power did not come from me, but was forced upon me by a bastard without any consideration for me."

"Oh? Who would be willing to give you this power that can change the situation on the continent?"

Louis looked at the soldiers standing up one by one, and suddenly realized: "That's a bastard who is not far from death. He calls these guys the Cursed Legion."

…

[Location: Troll Tribe, Chieftain’s Tent]

The chief lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"I felt the disappearance of many of my compatriots. They left me in the end."

The demigod troll standing nearby sighed and said:

"This is not just your problem. We have been kept in the dark for too long."

The chief said calmly, "This is not an excuse I can use to comfort myself. The fact is that I succeeded in letting others succeed... Fortunately, I discovered it early."

The demigod troll hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Captain, do you really believe in Mr. Meyer?"

The chief was silent for a moment and then said, "A few years ago, you would never have questioned me like this."

The demigod troll said solemnly: "I am not questioning you, but the power that can resurrect the dead always reminds me of a certain existence."

The chieftain smiled and said, "Are you talking about the mad king?"

The demigod troll nodded.

The chieftain shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter whether he has any relationship with the Mad King or not. The key is whether he can really do what he says."

The demigod troll said anxiously: "But that is ultimately blaspheming the dead, breaking the balance between life and death, and causing disorder."

"Don't forget how the Kingdom of Monet was gradually corrupted into a kingdom of the dead?"

The great chief knew what the demigod trolls were worried about. Many years ago, the Kingdom of Monet had also explored the technology of the life forbidden zone and even achieved results at one point.

However, breaking the boundary between life and death has almost permanently distorted their land. In the Kingdom of Monet, the dead must be cremated.

Because just burying the body of the deceased in the soil has a high chance of turning it directly into an undead creature.

This is the evil consequence of blurring the line between life and death.

In addition, the influence brought by the Mad King in the past was not small, so when they saw such a similar power again, their first reaction was to be vigilant.

The chief shook his head and said, "The ancestral spirits and the ancient tree of wisdom have confirmed that it is not just technology, but power."

The demigod troll was stunned for a moment, never expecting that the power was actually authority.

Power is the closest force to godhood and priesthood in the Star Continent, or it can be said that power is the initial model of priesthood.

This kind of power is extremely rare, and each one represents an extraordinary power that is difficult to obtain in an ordinary professional system.

In fact, there is a kind of power, or a type of power, in the Star Continent that is most well-known to everyone.

That is the power of great sin that has left behind countless legends.

Although this power was divided into seven parts, it still left a deep mark in the history of the Star Continent.

If it is power, it is actually a good thing.

The demigod troll knows that the greatest benefit of power is that he is the "only" source of power.

Just like there can only be one of the seven deadly sins at the same time and there will never be duplicates, if the power of resurrection comes from authority, there is no need to worry about it spreading outward - at least it will not be like the Mad King, who allowed the King of the Living Dead to grasp this power and then spread it infinitely outward.

The chief stepped forward, patted the demigod on the shoulder and said, "After I leave, the tribe will be handed over to your Longxiao clan to manage."

Dafeng Longxiao sighed deeply, he knew he needed to say goodbye to the chief.

"Great Chief, I will continue the mission of the trolls, and then... establish a country for the trolls."

The great chief hummed softly and sat on the huge bone throne, as if he was asleep.

After a long time, he felt a filthy and dangerous force and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's finally started. The rats in the gutter have emerged. It's time for me to carry out my final plan."

…

At the same time, Louis and his team on the other side began to encounter unprecedented strong resistance.

While clearing a desertified area, they discovered that all the trolls stationed around it had been killed.

An extremely huge space tunnel was suddenly exposed, and one after another, monsters filled with endless deathly aura crawled out of it.

Olivia waved her hand and instantly threw out a dozen large fireballs, burning the wolf-shaped monster in front to ashes. She frowned and said, "Not good, this is a large-scale sacrifice."

Louis swung his sword and knocked away all the monsters around him: "What do you mean?"

"There is some kind of sacrificial array carved under this land. These monsters are all sacrifices. The more we kill, the stronger the thing they are sacrificing will become."

Louis understood what this meant instantly.

But now that the battle has begun, there is no reason to stop.

If we don't kill all the monsters that keep pouring out, this cleanup operation will end in failure.

He said directly: "Olivia, come here."

Olivia rode over on horseback, and Louis suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her onto the horse's back: "From now on, you and I will ride on the same mount."

Olivia said in a panic:

"What are you doing?"

"Anyway, it's not a bad thing. Just stay with me. If anything unexpected happens, I'll open the door in the painting right away."

The Black Swan was silent for a moment, and finally chose to agree.

The Cursed Legion summoned by Louis was more fearless than others imagined.

In other words, the dead are fearless.

They didn't care about their own casualties at all and rushed madly to the most dangerous areas on the front line.

They fell one by one while screaming in pain, and turned into shadows that merged into the ground.

Then, under the call of Louis' magic, he stood up again and started a new round of battle.

Louis had been waiting for the arrival of the terrifying being that had been sacrificed, but he had not yet felt the life fluctuations of that being.

After he killed a level 14 unknown tiger monster with one sword, he suddenly frowned and said:

"Olivia, do you feel that these monsters are getting stronger?"

"You are right. The objects of sacrifice should be the monsters themselves."

"Whether they kill each other or are killed by us, their power will be extracted and integrated into the remaining monsters."

The number of monsters killed on the scene decreased, but the pressure from the trolls and Tunisian cavalry became greater and greater.

In a world where individuals have extraordinary martial arts powers, clustered extraordinary teams are only suitable for dealing with legions of the same level, or professionals whose strength is slightly superior to theirs.

If thousands of forces were gathered in one place, the crushing force brought by independent individuals would be something they could not withstand.

When there were more than 20,000 monsters left, the average level of these monsters had risen to the model primary level.

When the number of monsters plummeted to 10,000, the level had risen to the exemplary intermediate level.

At this time, even the brave and warlike trolls can only win by sacrificing their lives.

If Louis had not been able to continuously summon them out from the shadow plane, this suicide squad would have been completely wiped out just as Louis had predicted before, and would have had no way of continuing their mission.

But all this happened when the number of monsters dropped sharply to 1,000, even if it was a troll, it would take more than a dozen of them rushing forward together to have a chance of suppressing the opponent.

Because the average level of these monsters has been raised to the advanced level.

And this force is becoming stronger as their numbers continue to decrease.

The suffocating pressure of battle permeated everyone.

Louis could clearly feel that the number of casualties among both the Troll Suicide Squad and the Tunisian Cavalry had exceeded the number summoned.

Moreover, this situation is further deteriorating as the number of people participating in the war on Louis' side continues to decrease sharply.

Louis even had the illusion that the sword in his hand had been blunted.

Both the Tianxin Sword and the Gucheng Sword are priceless swords and naturally would not be damaged in such a battle.

It was simply because he had killed too many enemies and felt mentally numb and tired.

In fact, if he had not been competing for authority with the Book of the Dead and the sacrificial array, he suspected that the increased strength of these monsters would have directly crushed everyone.

What a joke, how can I use the power strengthened by the Great Sin and Rage to strengthen my opponent? At this moment, a roar sounded.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the distant sky. Before everyone could take a closer look, they found that there were laser-like energies breaking through the sky and sweeping across the battlefield.

Those lasers quickly burned the surrounding monsters at an extremely fast speed, and then the great chief was seen flying from a distance with a group of old trolls.

Most of them seemed to be troll priests, and Louis felt an extremely twisted yet familiar power from them.

"Great Sin: Rage?"

These old trolls all seemed to have been strengthened by the great sin of rage, and the rationality on their faces seemed to have been completely swallowed up by rage.

Louis looked at the group of trolls flying from the sky for a long time, then suddenly sighed and remembered what he had discussed privately with the chief in the tent before.

…Memory playback…

"Great Chief, let me make it clear first, if the Cursed Legion I summoned can't deal with those guys, I will escape without hesitation." Louis said seriously.

The chief laughed and said, "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to fight them, as long as what you say is true."

Louis couldn't understand why the chief was so confident, and then he heard the chief say slowly:

"What do you think the power of Sin and Fury is?"

Louis said nothing.

In the relevant classics he had read, the characteristics displayed by the powerful men of all generations, such as Sin and Wrath, were generally pure strength.

The various skills of the authority of sin almost all enhance various abilities when in a state of rage.

For example, "As anger gradually grows, the upper limit of one's own strength continues to increase." This is a weird growth ability.

For example, the more enraged one is, the destructive power of the magic and martial arts one releases will increase.

However, the chieftain told him: "Our great sin is not actually an angry troll."

He took Louis to a heavily protected area.

There, he saw a troll lying sick on a hospital bed.

What surprised him was that the troll looked too young, almost... almost like a human child of five or six years old.

He looked at the chief in shock, and the chief said calmly:

"He actually has no way to develop the power of Sin: Rage. His body won't allow it. The only thing he can do is use his own blood and inject it into other warriors."

"He is very weak. If too much blood is drawn, he will soon die."

Louis sighed.

This situation was obviously difficult to change. He could see at a glance that the reason why the child was so weak was entirely due to the aftereffects of the experiment.

He is not like Louis. Although the experiments Louis conducted in the White Tower were equally cruel, due to more advanced technical means, the experimental subjects that were eventually cultivated would not have a lot of problems.

But this little troll is like a patchwork container designed to contain great sins, and it will shatter into pieces if not handled with care.

The chief said calmly: "My son, daughter, daughter-in-law, son-in-law, and even my apprentice are all dead."

"They have fought for the future of the trolls their entire lives. This child is the only treasure they left to me."

Louis looked at the little troll who was barely breathing. The little troll slowly opened his eyes and smiled weakly when he saw the chieftain.

"Grandpa, you don't need to save me, go help everyone else."

The chief said nothing.

But the little troll kept on rambling, "I said I would dedicate myself to the future of the trolls."

The chief's calm face finally revealed an expression of pain that he could not suppress: "You are still young. You don't understand how beautiful this world is. You just decided your future so casually."

However, the little troll shook his head and said:

"No, I saw it. I saw the anger that the tribe had accumulated for thousands of years. It spread across the entire Giant Plains as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes."

"But... anger should also be directed in the right direction."

He gently grasped the chief's beard and said in a tearful voice: "Grandpa, if our choice is wrong, and you have found someone you should vent your anger against, please help me..."

"Help me use this evil power where it should be used, and let them see what the wrath of the trolls is."

"When that time comes..."

"Please eat me."

…

Louis came back to his senses and finally understood why the Wrathful King never appeared early in the timeline.

Because the true King of Rage...

Louis looked at the great chief whose body was swollen and whose eyes were bloodshot to the point that his original appearance was completely unrecognizable, as well as the old trolls following behind him, and sighed for a long time.

"Is this the King of Rage?"

(End of this chapter)