The soldiers of Burning Dawn formed a steel flood and galloped forward.
For these experienced elites, it was their instinct to follow their commander's orders. The direction the commander pointed his sword at would be the direction of their charge.
Everything that stood in their way would only end in one thing: destruction!
The swarming troops were crushed by the soldiers of Burning Dawn like they were chopping vegetables.
There were no exceptions.
Even though there were a lot of special existences hidden in the troops, it was the same.
Charge!
Charge!
Charge!
Spears were pointed forward and bodies were pierced one after another. These puppets that were controlled by Burning Dawn did not show any signs of fear or retreat. Instead, they charged towards the soldiers of Burning Dawn one after another. A man with a faint metallic glow was standing in front of the charging soldiers.
Dang!
After the clanking of metal, the unstoppable spear was blocked. The man's body wasn't pierced, all it did was sink an inch into his body.
"You really think the people I picked are just some …"
Puk!
Before Beadles could finish, he was interrupted by a sword flying towards his face.
The sword flashed and the man's head flew up high.
Then, the body was picked up by the spear and fell to the ground. The warhorses that came after him stomped on him into meat paste.
Special?
Special? So what?
For the soldiers of Burning Dawn, the era that they lived in had too many special things. They had seen a lot and killed a lot more with their own hands!
They already knew how to work together to take out those special bastards.
It wasn't just an effective method, they wouldn't mind taking out more of them.
"Burning —"
"Dawn!"
After the bugle sounded, Beadles' troops were pierced through.
The rest of them ran in two directions and were surrounded by the soldiers of Burning Dawn, who had split the troops in half.
The soldiers of Burning Dawn were all too familiar with this kind of annihilation battle.
They were as familiar as eating and sleeping.
To Beadles, it was a disaster.
He watched as the people he had carefully selected, who possessed powers that ordinary people could not touch, died one after another under the spear and the sword. The anger in his heart began to grow stronger and stronger.
He swore to kill Kieran.
Just like how he swore to get that thing.
And now?
The person he wanted to kill had the thing he wanted.
"I will make you understand!
"Do you know the consequences of angering me!?"
A white-haired old man roared at Kieran in the distance.
His opponent's skills were extraordinary, and his speed was extremely fast.
This was also the main reason why he was able to survive until now.
However, that was it.
As he roared, a spear pierced through his chest.
Puff!
The sharp edge of the spear shook and the corpse fell to the side. The Knight then rushed towards his next target without hesitation.
Kieran retracted his gaze from the battlefield.
He looked to the side.
Over there, Erbus slowly walked out of the shadows.
"It's been a long time since I returned to my real body."
"This feeling is so unfamiliar."
He spoke as he walked, and with every step he took, his aura grew thicker.
When he arrived in front of Kieran, his aura was like a mountain pressing down on Kieran.
Moreover, it was no ordinary mountain peak.
It reeked of blood.
It was surrounded by vengeful spirits.
The vengeful spirits growled fiercely.
The vengeful eyes of the dead stared at Kieran.
Let alone a commoner, even a powerhouse that was praised by the people would be frightened or even scared out of their wits when they stared at the vengeful spirits.
But Kieran?
Anyone who dared to stare at Kieran, or any living being in any sense, should be prepared to die at any moment.
The vengeful spirits' growls stopped abruptly.
In their widened eyes, the vengeful eyes were replaced by dullness.
In their sight, the hateful living being was still standing there.
Based on their instincts, they should tear him apart.
But …
Something that shouldn't have appeared in their sight.
In the dark, unrelated Land of the Dead.
On a pale white wall that supported the sky and the earth, souls were nailed to it one after another.
A long, rusty nail covered in mermaid tears was in the hand of a black figure. The figure was holding a wooden mallet and the nail was aimed at his own body, again and again.
Pain!
Pain!
Without their sanity, they could still feel it.
The feeling told them that it was them.
They wailed in pain.
They begged for mercy.
But it was useless.
The nails pierced their limbs and torso, all they could do was let the wind of destruction blow at their fixed bodies.
But it wasn't the scariest.
The scariest thing was, they saw their family and friends were nailed to their side one after another.
No!
It can't be like this!
The person that was buried deep in their heart and turned into an obsession, the one that drove them mad appeared before their eyes and was treated cruelly. The vengeful spirits looked up at the only existence in the sky, begging loudly for mercy.
They were willing to trade everything for the safety of their obsession.
Even if …
Their own lives.
Pak Pak Pak!
One by one, the vengeful spirits exploded. The sound was like glass shattering. It was clear and melodious, but at the same time, it shattered into pieces.
Erbus took a step back, its body wobbling, its already pale face turning even paler.
It escaped [Deadman's Gaze].
Kieran wasn't surprised though.
The abilities it displayed stated how special its soul was.
As for how powerful it was?
A soul that was split into hundreds or thousands of pieces, no matter how powerful it was, it would still be limited.
Since Erbus dared to do this, it must have a purpose.
Likewise, Kieran didn't think the replaceable bodies that Erbus controlled were its trump card. Even though those bodies had all sorts of abilities, it wouldn't be enough to capture Wu without a fight.
"This is the ability you used that night?
I have to say, it's very useful!
Don't worry!
"I will continue this ability. I will preserve your body and make good use of this ability."
Erbus K stared at Kieran and said word by word.
The darkness around him became restless following his words.
It flowed and swirled.
Then, like swallows returning to their nest, all of them swarmed towards Erbus K.
Almost instantaneously, the gas-like darkness became solid, like a thick wall blocking Kieran's path.
"You really want to kill me now, don't you?
"I know, you must want to do this."
But how could I not be prepared? "
Erbus K mocked Kieran in the darkness.
Kieran shook his head again.
'Yeah.
Who wouldn't be prepared?
You are prepared.
I am prepared too.
And … I'm more prepared than you! '
Burning Dawn Knight split into a dozen smaller groups and rampaged through the graveyard. Their spears were pointed downwards, leaving clear marks on the ground.
Soon, the marks were connected to the bigger marks outside the graveyard, merging into one.
It was the fields, rivers, and forests painted on the ground.
They were gloomy.
They were waiting for the darkness to pass.
They were calling for dawn.
Kieran seemed to have heard the calling. He walked over quietly.
His feet left a deep line on the ground.
A moment later …
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