Chapter 423: Intense Battlefield

It was indeed abnormal.

Not only did Gibran not act in a timely manner to stop the losses of his troops when they were attacked, he even allowed the archers who were already low in morale to be massacred, causing a large number of people to flee.

He even allowed the barrier troop of Crimson Sect fanatics to kill most of the fleeing archers on the spot.

In comparison, Kant’s troops actually killed less people than them.

Most of the archers that the Crimson Sect had deployed had been slaughtered by their own people.

The ground was covered in blood and corpses. The strong smell of blood permeated the air. The expressions of the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and Ravenstern Rangers stopped shooting. They were shocked.

They had never seen such madness. This didn’t seem like a war at all!

Instead, it was like a cult’s strange sacrifice!

“This is the feeling.” Gibran smiled.

He smelled the strong smell of blood and a throb from the depths of his soul. It made his entire body feel extremely comfortable. This feeling was even stronger than the first time he had enjoyed the beauty of a woman.

Especially when the scent of blood was mixed with curses and hatred towards the living. It was as if he had drunk a glass of ice water in the dog days.

It was so exciting that he couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Extremely excited!

It wasn’t just him. The consciousness of the existence that had entered his chest was also excited.

It was still urging him to continue. It wanted him to move faster and on a larger scale. The madness and brutality he brought along, as well as the hatred in his soul, were also more palatable!

“Understood, my master, my supreme existence.”

Gibran revealed a sinister smile.

The red light in his eyes became more and more intense. He raised his right hand and slowly waved it forward. “Attack.”

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