When the number reaches a certain level, even a slight movement made by tens of thousands of people simultaneously can become a huge noise.
Not to mention the sounds of screams and wails.
Ten thousand.
The source is unknown, but when the first victim appeared, everything began to spiral out of control.
With a loud bang, the barrel of explosives filled with gunpowder was ignited.
die.
In each physical collision, as the number of deaths increased and flesh was torn apart, the moment when bones shattered arrived.
Massive death toll.
From the very beginning of the riot, the long-suppressed slaves embarked on a path of no return. Their emotions were constantly stirred up, and they eventually maintained an extremely high level of excitement for a long time.
Just as metal is prone to fatigue, a mind that is stretched too tight will eventually break down.
They hadn't broken down before because they vented all their anger on the guards who had been enslaving them.
In the tearing and biting, they vented all their hatred on them.
Now, faced with an irresistible force, fear has become the only outlet for their emotions.
"Die! Die! Die!"
"I want to live!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Faced with cruel fate, they are weak and unable to mount any meaningful resistance.
In the face of Kalan, they were still the weak, and were slaughtered at will.
When will they become strong?
The answer lies in dealing with the weaker party.
They can only experience the joy of being "strong" when they exploit others who are weaker than themselves.
"Die! Only if you all die can I live!"
Driven by this madness born of fear, they launched indiscriminate attacks on every living thing they could see.
A bloody meat grinder has arrived.
Five thousand.
At first, the quantity decreased rapidly.
Thick blood flowed on the ground, gradually forming streams.
Snap.
The battered feet stomped on it, creating ripples, then the knees, and finally the rippled head fell heavily, sending up huge waves.
Although it wasn't to the point of bloodshed, there were severed limbs scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.
The number of people was reduced by half, but the intensity of the battle did not decrease; on the contrary, it became even more frenzied.
Everyone was covered in wounds; no slave could remain intact at this moment.
Even some of the "strong" who once lorded it over the slaves with their bodies have been torn to pieces by the frenzied mob.
The sins committed in the past have finally borne fruit at this moment.
Meanwhile, on this battlefield watered with death and blood, there is more than one flower in bloom.
Three thousand.
Admiring the bloody hell before her, Lily perfectly displayed the aesthetic sense befitting a demon.
She took a deep breath, stuck out her tongue to savor the blood and twisted emotions emanating from the air, her body trembling, and exhaled with satisfaction.
"Lord Kalan! Look! What does that guy look like!"
Suddenly pointing to a trembling slave kneeling in a pool of blood, he exclaimed with delight:
"Look, isn't he going to..."
Karan took in the man's appearance and slowly nodded, saying:
"Um."
Death in the abyss is never a rare thing.
The battlefields between demons and angels are a given; in the face of wars that can utilize multiple dimensions, death is merely a number.
The killing never ceased between demons.
Tear the enemy apart, bathe in their blood, or even devour them to satisfy the hunger in your heart.
Chaos and disorder are the main themes of this dark and crazy world, and their essence has never changed.
The demons' urge to fight stems from their very nature, trapped by an uncontrollable fighting desire deep within their souls, but it also originates from another reason...
In order to gain more power.
Whether it's fighting or vying for power, everything has a corresponding purpose.
Karan looked at the lucky one and said:
"He's about to evolve."
—For the sake of evolution.
The slave, who was being watched by Karan and Lily, knelt down on the ground, and suddenly his spine twisted in an inhuman shape!
"Aaaaaaah!"
!
He forced out a shrill roar from his throat, and his flesh began to throb violently, as if a raging creature was hiding within.
laugh!
The skin split open from the chest cavity, and the bones, along with flesh and blood, were violently torn apart to both sides, splattering out large amounts of hot blood.
His body and flesh were developing in an indescribable direction, sometimes growing larger and sometimes shrinking, seemingly without a fixed form.
Finally, the ever-changing flesh and blood seemed to have found its direction, and there was a momentary pause before the expanding flesh and blood began to shrink rapidly.
Its skin turned dark, and layers of scales and barbs spread across its surface, making its head resemble a giant toad.
With its limbs becoming extremely developed, the giant demon, over two meters tall, looks incredibly impactful.
Berserker Demon.
A mindless killing machine with low intelligence, stacking all attributes on physique and attack power; a terrifying death assault soldier.
"roar!
!
After completing its evolution, the newly born Berserker Demon did not hesitate for a moment and charged directly at the slaves around it!
He was like a terrifying truck, crushing slaves and stuffing them directly into his mouth.
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