Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 354 - 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)_3
Chapter 354: Chapter 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)_3
He could spare these seven thousand soldiers, but the bastard who spat, must be executed.
The glory of the Earth Mother Goddess must not be defiled.
In Onions’s eyes, this was already very magnanimous. Those civilians should immediately kneel and sing praises of his mercy.
However, what Onions did not expect was that the soldiers, as if they hadn’t heard his voice at all, did not leave one by one.
Instead, these soldiers suddenly raised their weapons simultaneously without receiving any orders.
Whoosh!
The whole action was uniform, the sound forming a continuum.
Battered swords, rust-streaked spears, demon claws and sharp teeth, as well as longbows and crossbow arrows smeared with venom gathered from demons...
In an instant, all sharp things were directed at hundreds of Holy Men, including Onions, the Saint Heir.
Although they were merely a ragged and even laughable collection of weapons, at that moment, each one caused a chill in everyone’s hearts, their bodies already soaked with sweat. fгeewebnovёl.com
Onions’s face turned livid. How dare these civilians?
The Saint Heir’s orders were utterly useless. These foolish beings not only failed to appreciate his mercy but even dared to brandish weapons at him?
Blasphemy, unforgivable!
His body was trembling, his facial expression distorted.
A cold, bone-chilling voice suppressed the almost exploding rage began to spread in mid-air.
"I, Saint Heir of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, Onions!"
"You dare to raise weapons against the great Saint Heir."
"In the name of the Saint Heir, I command all of you, kneel before me!"
Dead silence surrounded them.
A few seconds later, a voice, carried in the wind, came: "Pah? What the fuck is a Saint Heir?"
Hiss...
When this voice pierced into Onions’s ears, the handsome man’s face contorted more gruesomely than a demon, his body shivering sharply.
He had already been very magnanimous in giving them a chance to kneel and atone, yet these stupid civilians not only failed to cherish it but even dared to insult him, the Saint Heir.
Onions could no longer hold back. His palm was already raised high, ready to order the Holy Men under his command to slaughter all these soldiers, ready to bear all consequences himself.
Meanwhile, Carol changed his expression slightly and was about to rush to stop him.
Seeing this, Rose Vesper also prepared to rush over to mediate. Having previously failed to gain fame beside Qin Chu, Rose Vesper was displeased. If she could seize this opportunity to act as a mediator between the Earth Mother Goddess Sect and the army, she might win the goodwill of those soldiers and increase her reputation.
Before the two could rush up, Onions’s palm had already fallen, and the cold voice came from his mouth:
"In the name of the Saint Heir, I grant you the punishment of death."
"Kill!"
Whoosh...
Before the Holy Men beside Onions could act, a fierce wind suddenly wreaked havoc among the crowd.
Sand flew all around.
A scornful voice spread in the wind:
"Heh, Saint Heir?"
"Who? Who is talking?" Onions’s expression became more twisted, the rage in his chest making his voice somewhat sharp.
The next moment, with a buzz, a whirlwind spread in front of Onions.
The raging storm instantly shaped into the silhouette of a tall woman.
It was Violet.
Her right hand suddenly reached out from the wind. Onions’s expression changed slightly, and just as he tried to dodge, he found his body’s arms and legs already bound by whirlwinds.
His body was immobilized for a moment, only to watch helplessly as Violet’s right hand gripped directly on his forehead.
Subsequently, Onions’s body was lifted off the ground.
Next second...
Bang!
Onions’s face was violently smashed into the ground by Violet.
"Saint Heir? Heh, just dog shit!"
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺
