Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
âAaaargh!â
With every swing of Ghislainâs hand axe, another Revolutionary member fell.
The rest of the mobile force barely needed to moveâthey only dealt with those who fled in their direction.
Though the Revolutionaries were notorious, most of them were no better than bandits. Their expertise lay in ambushes and pillaging.
Even with five hundred men, they were no match for Ghislain, one of the strongest individuals on the continent.
Crunch!
Realizing they couldnât escape, the Revolutionaries, consumed by desperation, began to scream.
âKill him! Everyone, attack him at once!â
âThat bastardâs comrades are just standing there watching! If we all rush him, we can take him down!â
âDo we look like fools to you? Letâs show him!â
They were no strangers to killing, their bloodshot eyes fixating on Ghislain as they charged. Instinctively, they aimed for the leader.
But instincts were all they had.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch...
You didn't buy this chapter
Buy Now (3 coupons)