Chapter 304: The Smile of a Merciless Hunter

For those who fell, deep gashes split open their chests down to their torsos. The wounds were brutal and savage beyond recognition.

Their organs spilled onto the rooftops accompanied by streams of blood and bodily fluids.

"Run!" one of them screamed desperately as he leaped from one rooftop to another.

Fear had completely consumed him. His breathing had become ragged while sweat poured heavily down his face.

However, he barely managed to land on the next rooftop when a fiery crimson dot suddenly appeared at the corner of his vision.

"W What is that?" he thought frantically.

Swiss!

Before he could react properly, the crimson streak flashed past him instantly. A searing pain exploded throughout his entire body.

His vision spun violently.

Then he realized something horrifying.

His body was flying through the air.

"Why am I flying..."

That became his final thought before eternal darkness swallowed him completely.

Thud!

His corpse smashed heavily onto the street below with a wet and sickening sound. Blood splattered across the mud road while broken bones pierced through torn flesh.

Everyone within the town witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Human bodies continued falling from the rooftops endlessly. Some had their heads severed cleanly while others had their torsos split open grotesquely.

Some corpses were missing limbs completely.

Others still twitched weakly after hitting the ground.

Worst of all, nobody could clearly see what was hunting them.

Death moved silently across the rooftops like an invisible nightmare.

Panic spread rapidly throughout the town.

Screams erupted everywhere.

People abandoned the streets desperately while slamming doors and windows shut in terror. Some hid beneath broken stalls while others curled behind walls trembling violently.

Nobody wanted to become the next corpse falling from the sky.

Meanwhile, Thoren watched the chaos calmly from beginning to end. His expression remained completely indifferent.

The miserable screams surrounding him failed to stir even the slightest emotion within his eyes.

Then slowly, a faint smile appeared upon his lips.

It was cold.

Cruel.

The smile of a merciless hunter staring down at prey trapped inside a slaughterhouse.

His deep blue eyes swept toward the remaining Jackal Beastmen struggling desperately across the battlefield.

Unfortunately for them, their resistance meant nothing.

Bang! Bang!

The undead servants descended upon them mercilessly.

One Jackal Beastman attempted to block a hammer strike using his crude axe.

Crack!

The axe shattered instantly.

A heartbeat later, the hammer smashed directly into his skull. Bone fragments exploded outward while his crushed corpse collapsed lifelessly onto the blood soaked ground.

Another Jackal Beastman tried fleeing desperately through a narrow street.

Whoosh!

A black blade flashed through the air silently.

His upper body slid slowly away from his lower half before blood erupted everywhere like a broken fountain.

The remaining Beastmen howled fearfully while trying to retreat, but escape no longer existed for them.

Within moments, they were slaughtered completely.

Their corpses joined the growing piles littering the streets while rivers of crimson blood flowed steadily beneath the moonlight.

The previously imposing Jackal Beastmen army and the elite forces of the Slave Trade Guild had been reduced into nothing but mangled corpses.

Broken weapons littered the battlefield everywhere.

Severed limbs covered the roads.

The stench of blood and burned flesh suffocated the entire town.

Casually, Thoren turned his gaze toward the battle raging deeper within the ruined district.

At the center of countless shattered buildings stood the Jackal Chief and the Guild Captain.

Both fought desperately against the undead Dust Naga.

Boom!

The colossal tail of the undead beast crashed violently against the ground, reducing another building into rubble instantly. Dust and shattered stones exploded everywhere.

The Jackal Chief barely rolled away in time. Blood flowed heavily down his left shoulder while several deep claw wounds covered his chest.

Beside him, the Guild Captain coughed violently while gripping his cracked broadsword tightly. His armor had long shattered apart while blood dripped continuously from his injuries.

Their former regal appearances had vanished completely.

What remained now were two battered men struggling desperately to survive.

Again and again, they attempted escaping from the undead Dust Naga.

Again and again, they failed miserably.

The undead creature moved with horrifying speed despite its enormous body. Each movement carried overwhelming destructive power capable of leveling entire streets.

The Jackal Chief gritted his teeth fiercely while narrowly avoiding another devastating bite attack.

His heart trembled violently.

Of course, he recognized this terrifying creature immediately.

He knew exactly what it was.

For years, the Dust Naga had remained the nightmare guarding the ancient ruin. Every single attempt he made to conquer that ruin had ended in miserable failure because of that beast.

It had become a thorn lodged deeply inside his throat.

For years, he dreamed of growing stronger enough to eventually kill it and claim the ruin for himself.

Yet now.

That same terrifying monster had become an undead servant beneath the control of a mere human.

The thought alone nearly drove him insane.

"How is this possible..." the Jackal Chief muttered hoarsely while blood leaked from his lips.

His beastly mind simply could not comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

Boom!

The undead Dust Naga slammed its tail downward once more.

The Guild Captain raised his broadsword desperately to block the strike.

Crack!

The remaining half of the sword shattered instantly.

"Ahhh!"

The Guild Captain screamed miserably as the impact hurled him through another collapsing structure. His body smashed through several walls before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Blood sprayed violently from his mouth.

He struggled desperately to rise again, but fear had already filled his entire body completely.

This battle could not be won.

Not anymore.

Suddenly, both the Jackal Chief and the Guild Captain noticed movement approaching rapidly from the distance.

Three cloaked figures rushed toward the battlefield at terrifying speed. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Each carried overwhelming killing intent.

The moment the Guild Captain sensed their presence, his face turned deathly pale.

"No... No... No..." he shouted frantically while stumbling backward in horror.

"We cannot allow them to join this battle!"

His voice cracked completely beneath overwhelming fear.

Because he recognized those figures immediately.

The undead Storm Tyrant.

The undead Royalty Stonewall.

And the undead Elite Jackal Beastman.

The three monstrous vanguards of slaughter.

Their arrival could only mean one thing.

The final massacre was about to begin.