"Should we help?" Watching these suddenly appearing people begin cleaning up the battlefield, over two hundred people busily working, and recalling the man wielding the forty-meter-long curved sword who had slaughtered like a war god, the muscular men blocking the canyon entrance exchanged bewildered glances. They were both terrified of Wang Han's power and filled with envy and longing for such terrifying strength. If such terrifying power existed, the war wouldn't have dragged on for so long.
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"Run! The demon is coming!"
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Amidst the utter rout of the Persian army, cries of agony and terror echoed incessantly. The Persian troops, who had once charged forward, now fled for their lives like hyenas chased by lions. After thousands had perished, they had come to realize the terrifying and inhuman nature of their enemy.
Behind them, a forty-meter-long curved sword could be clearly seen being swung continuously, bringing up streaks of silver-white light. Each swing sent a large number of corpses, cut in half, flying high into the air, with blood and entrails raining down like a downpour.
Behind the routed Persian army, Wang Han walked step by step on the piles of corpses, moving a little faster than the fleeing Persian soldiers. With each swing of his large curved sword, he could kill dozens or hundreds of Persian soldiers who did not have time to escape.
"They're pretty quick." While brandishing his greatsword, Wang Han glanced at the cliff face. Thousands of Persian soldiers were already in position, their longbows drawn to their full extent. At a single command, thousands of arrows would rain down on Wang Han, covering him from every angle. Some of the slower-moving Persian soldiers would also be caught in the crossfire.
Faced with thousands of arrows raining down, Wang Han simply kicked a severed shield into the air. Using his multiplier ability, the shield transformed into a massive shield, ten meters wide, completely shielding Wang Han's head before the arrows reached him.
"Thud thud thud...!" Thousands of arrows struck the ground, making only thud thud thud sounds. Not a single arrow hit within five meters of Wang Han. Instead, some Persian soldiers who were slow to escape were riddled with arrows.
The next moment, the shield, kicked away, fell back down. Wang Han simply kicked it back into the air, covering his head, while continuing his pursuit of the fleeing Persian soldiers without stopping. Under the forty-meter-long curved blade, the fleeing Persian soldiers were still being cut in half at the waist, even kneeling and begging for mercy from Wang Han to no avail. They were only met with Wang Han's indiscriminate blade.
As the shields fell again, Wang Han repeated the same method, continuing to slaughter the Persian soldiers, leaving only a trail of severed limbs and blood. Amidst the rout of the Persian army, hundreds of slaves and soldiers were desperately carrying a palace-like structure, running for their lives.
Xerxes sat in the seat above, his face grim. He was an ambitious man, unafraid of danger; otherwise, he wouldn't have come in person. But... the enemy was not human at all. Facing someone with demonic power, he dared not take the risk.
Turning around from his seat, he could see the enormous scimitar gradually approaching. All the arrows he had tried to block were being deflected by the massive shield that kept flying up and falling. And... on the cliff, he could see flames flickering; there was probably more than one demon.
Faced with such demonic power, if the demon sides with the enemy, this war is probably already doomed to failure.
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"I never expected this mission to turn out like this!"
At the mouth of the canyon, littered with corpses, the team members sorted through their loot and discussed their findings. Captain Rodan had already used his fire-based abilities to fly up the cliff and was clearing out the archers above. Aside from the group of muscular men behind them, they were no longer in danger.
"I thought I was going to die this time."
"What a bountiful harvest this time!"
They had initially thought this mission would result in heavy casualties, even near annihilation, but the newly recruited soldiers proved incredibly powerful, routing the Persian army. The rewards were substantial. Even if Wang Han received 30% or even 50%, it would still be considerable, far exceeding the income of any previous mission. After all, this involved tens of thousands of suits of armor, swords, and weapons, although they required repair (including leather and iron armor).
"Stop chatting and hurry up and pack up your loot! The mission will probably be over soon, and time is running out." Raya interrupted the others' conversation.
Upon hearing this, the others quickly gathered their weapons and broken armor and put them on the vehicle. Given Wang Han's killing speed, time was indeed running out. The amount of loot they could collect was crucial for exchanging points. After the mission ended, they only had ten minutes to leave this world, so they had to race against time.
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"It's about time to wrap this up!"
Amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Wang Han glanced at the spoils that nearly filled the carts, then at the Persian army desperately fleeing, and thought to himself, "I'll stop. This kind of carnage is boring to me."
Picking up a spear from a dead Persian soldier, Wang Han glanced at the fleeing Persian soldiers and Xerxes being carried away by slave soldiers, and gave a cold laugh. Such carnage bored Wang Han, but he had no intention of letting these Persian soldiers go so easily. Eliminating any potential threat was a long-held habit of Wang Han's, regardless of whether these people would pose a threat or hinder him in the future.
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