The golden wheat that was tainted by the black color was trembling in Kieran's hand. The faint golden brilliance was like a speck of dust, slowly falling to the ground and emanating a dazzling, colorful brilliance.
Kieran squinted his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had already changed.
The little wooden house that he was in was gone.
What replaced it was a field filled with crops.
The endless greenery made one feel refreshed, one couldn't help but take in a deep breath. Then, the fragrance of the soil assaulted one's face.
Kieran was standing at the edge of the wilderness, coldly looking at groups of people walking past him. Their faces were filled with intoxication as they sang and danced.
Those people seemed to have noticed Kieran as well.
They walked over and invited Kieran.
"Let's go together."
One of them was a pretty girl in a cotton dress, revealing her fair ankles and a pair of leather boots.
Kieran raised a brow and landed a kick on the girl's face.
Bang!
It felt like he had landed a kick on real flesh.
The girl's head was crushed, her body flew out and landed in the field of crops. After rolling for a while, her body was drowned by the lush green crops.
The people who gathered around also ran away in panic.
Soon, the people before Kieran were swept away.
All that was left was the lush green crops.
Seconds turned into minutes.
After a whole day, another group of people appeared. They were praising the beautiful harvest before their eyes.
At the same time, they also saw Kieran.
"Together?"
A mature-looking lady walked over.
The common long dress on her body swayed left and right along with her steps. Her exposed arms were as smooth as milk, but it was far from being comparable to her looks, especially when she showed an inviting smile, it was hard to reject.
Bang!
Kieran raised his leg again.
The landing point was exactly the same as the young girl's.
The lady's result was the same as the young girl's.
Her head was crushed and her body flew out.
The people were frightened again. They scattered in confusion.
Kieran was still standing at the edge of the wilderness, watching.
This time, a week had passed.
A group of mercenaries appeared.
They were fully armed and each of them had an arrogant look on their faces. However, when they saw the wilderness before them, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
One of them walked over. She wore armor on her upper body and skirt armor on her lower body. She had a long sword at her waist.
Bang!
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Kieran kicked him.
The man's corpse flew out.
However, unlike before, this group of mercenaries did not disperse. Instead, they brandished their weapons and charged towards Kieran.
The result was a pile of corpses on the ground.
Just like the first corpse, these corpses rolled on the ground twice before they were covered by the lush green crops.
Kieran looked at the crops and the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.
He searched for his target.
It was obviously difficult to find the target in such a dense field of crops.
It was also time-consuming.
Two weeks later, a group of nobles appeared. A noble lady walked up to Kieran. Bang!
Three weeks later, a group of riders appeared. The leading female Knight walked up to Kieran. Bang!
Four weeks later, a royal lady appeared with her followers. She curiously walked up to Kieran. Bang!
Five weeks later, a devout priestess walked up to Kieran with pity in her eyes. Bang!
…
An unknown amount of time had passed.
More and more corpses appeared.
In the end, the lush green crops could no longer cover up the corpses.
The piles of corpses gradually covered the crops.
Without knowing when, no one else appeared before Kieran.
The corpses slowly turned into the best nutrients.
The green turned golden.
The crops were ripe.
Groups after groups of people came from all directions, harvesting the crops in high spirits. Each time they came, they would greet Kieran with sincerity from afar.
Every single one of them was no exception.
Every single one of them.
Ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people …
Their numbers were still increasing unknowingly.
And when this number reached a certain level, a palace unknowingly appeared in the wilderness.
It was grand and dazzling!
People knelt down on both sides of the road.
The road connected to both ends.
One end was the palace.
The other end was where Kieran was.
With a cold smile on his face, Kieran strode towards the palace.
Every step he took was accompanied by cheers.
Every step he took was accompanied by praise.
Every step he took was accompanied by praise.
When he walked up the stairs of the palace and entered the palace, a hymn sounded.
A chair made entirely of gold appeared in front of him.
It should have been prepared for him.
But.
There was already a person sitting on the chair.
It was a man with a dignified face, sacred and inviolable. He was tall and buff, taller than most commoners. The golden armor on his body made him look extraordinarily valiant. He was holding a scepter in his left hand and a sword in his right, looking down at Kieran from above.
"Are you willing to inherit my throne?"
The man asked in a heavy tone.
Kieran didn't answer, he started to walk around the walls of the palace.
"Are you willing to inherit my throne?"
The man asked again.
This time, there was more anger in his voice.
However, Kieran didn't care.
"Are you willing to inherit my throne?"
The man who spoke for the third time was furious.
The man stood up from the golden throne. He was tall and buff even when he was sitting and when he stood up, he was more than 3 meters tall.
Dak Dak Dak!
The man strode towards Kieran, each step he took causing the palace to shake, as if it was feeling the wrath of a king.
The sword in his hand was raised up high, as if it was charging up a ton of power, ready to crush Kieran with a single slash.
Kak!
The gigantic sword did not fall. Or, to be precise, before it fell, a crisp sound was heard.
The man who was as tall as a king was stunned, he looked up instinctively.
Then, he saw an unforgettable scene.
Kieran with a hungry face opened his mouth and bit the sword.
However, the most unacceptable thing was, the metal sword infused with divine power shattered under Kieran's teeth.
The cracks were getting bigger and bigger as Kieran tore at them with a hungry face.
One bite, two bites, three bites …
Kak Kak Kak!
Soon, the sword was only left with the hilt.
The man who was as tall as a king threw the hilt away, but Kieran with a hungry face seemed to have discovered what a real delicacy was.
The man's mouth instantly exceeded the range of what a human could open, or more precisely, only a mouth was left!
In its mouth, its fangs were sharper than daggers, spinning like a chainsaw.
Puk!
The man who was as tall as a king had half of his body gone.
Gak Tsk!
A crunch later, the rest of his body was gone.
The palace started to crumble.
Panicked voices sounded one after another.
Kieran, however, wasn't moved at all as he walked towards the shaking throne.
Then …
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