Flames coiled around the greatsword, creating huge arcs of light as it was swung!
Death came.
Thick, lava-like flames splattered out and landed on the front group of slaves.
boom!
Without any pause, the flames exploded like dynamite, burning fiercely!
"Ahh!"
"Help me!"
The leather clothing on their bodies was directly engulfed by the flames. The poor slaves tried to take off their clothes, but the flames clung to them like maggots, burning their bodies directly.
In just a few breaths, the slaves who were wailing just moments before turned into several desiccated corpses lying on the ground, which were then trampled to pieces by the slaves charging from behind!
As the body disintegrated, the flames that had not been completely extinguished found new fuel and reignited.
boom!
"Ouch! It's so hot!"
Meanwhile, Karan did not stop where he was, but instead charged directly at the frenzied horde of slaves, brandishing his decapitation sword!
Card!
Card!
Like lambs to the slaughter, the decapitation sword chopped off a large number of heads with each swing!
"Ahhh! No!"
"Stop pushing! Ahead..."
Some slaves saw the horrific scene before them and tried to stop, but they were pushed forward by the crowd behind them and met the merciless blade.
Dongdong!
Facing this group of slaves whose strength was at most second or third tier, she was completely invincible in the crowd.
Heads rolled off one by one, and the madness on the slaves' faces had not yet faded before they met their deaths.
After charging back and forth several times and splitting the crowd apart, Karan stopped worrying about beheading and went straight for the slaves' bodies!
Card!
He sliced a group of people in half at the waist, and Kalan's armor was stained with blood, as if it had changed color.
In the brief, frenzied slaughter, as the slave herd was torn apart once again, some slaves who still retained their senses finally realized that something was wrong.
Why, after such a long offensive, has the battle line not advanced?
Fear is contagious.
Amidst the constant shouts of retreat and terrified cries, the slaves awoke from their frenzy.
The crowd formed an eerie void, and Karan stood within it, surrounded by a ring of scattered corpses. No one approached.
In less than five minutes, nearly a hundred mixed-race slaves had met their deaths in the conflict.
The atmosphere became somewhat delicate. Although the numerous slaves still held the upper hand, no one dared to approach.
Looking around, Karan noticed the various gazes directed at him and spoke coldly:
"Angry? Your anger is meaningless."
“You are worthless now, and no one will sympathize with your deaths.”
Hybrid slaves are cheaper than worms in the Abyss.
She said:
"I am the lord of all of you, the son of the great queen, and I can give you a chance to change!"
"Kill freely, let death descend upon this cage."
"I will only take the remaining one hundred men to become my subordinates."
"You can only prove your worth with your blood."
Only death can prove you.
The already fearful slaves fell silent because of Kalan's imposing presence, and the fear ingrained in their bones gradually resurfaced.
In the silence, from behind the group of slaves, an exceptionally tall slave stepped out and looked at Kalan, saying in a deep voice:
"We just want to live, to live freely!"
He seemed to have great prestige; his mere presence silenced the surrounding slaves.
Is he the leader?
"Can't you just leave us alone!?"
Kalan could tell from the way the slaves around him looked at him that he was the mastermind behind the riot.
So she responded directly:
"Impossible. Everything in the Domain of Bayan, including your lives, belongs to the great Queen."
"You can't have any so-called freedom."
This is the truth, the cruelest truth.
"Yeah……"
The slave chieftain fell silent at Karan's direct answer, pacing back and forth as if deep in thought.
Then, without warning, he roared at the others:
"Kill him! Only by killing him can we survive!"
!
"Don't be afraid! He's all alone!"
Since there was no possibility of reconciliation, he would once again ignite the slaves' anger!
But Karan's response to this was very simple.
She suddenly leaped up and landed in front of the thug leader like a meteorite, stomping hard on him!
boom.
The massive shockwave sent the slaves who were about to react flying, while she pinned the slave leader's head under her boots.
"Surrender, or death."
roar!
!
Tsk.
Just as the slave leader roared in anger, Kalan, who was about to teach him a cruel lesson, suddenly paused.
She sensed it...
The divine power that lies hidden deep within one's soul!
In that instant, she suddenly had a feeling.
Karan felt a figure sitting on a divine throne behind him, watching his every move with scarlet eyes.
Those eyes were full of amusement.
It's like giving encouragement.
Do it.
Then, a crimson light flashed in Karan's eyes, and the foot that had just been raised fell down again.
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