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Chapter 169 The Atrocities of the Slian Theocracy

This time, no one stopped Kino.

It's not that we don't want to stop them, it's that we can't. Everyone saw what happened just now. One of the princess's guards took care of all the enemies who had been bothering them for months in less than a minute. If we really wanted to stop them, what would we use to stop them?

Moreover, the enemy has been cleared out; this is no longer a battlefield.

The commander stood at the tent entrance, looking at the pile of unconscious elf children on the ground, his expression complex.

He had lived most of his life, fought half his life, and never imagined that one day he would be completely fooled by a group of children.

Little did they expect that the one who solved this problem would be a princess from a foreign country.

He took a deep breath, suppressed those chaotic thoughts, and began to direct the troops to advance.

A massive army of 100,000 marched into the Ivanshweh Forest.

This time, there were no ghostly figures suddenly appearing and disappearing, no bizarre attacks, and no inexplicable casualties.

unobstructed.

But Kino's brows furrowed even more deeply.

She has seen war.

Her father had told her about the years when he swept through the orc kingdom and destroyed cannibalistic races.

Although she hadn't been on the battlefield during Inberia's expansion, she had read battle reports and listened to the soldiers' stories.

She knew that war was cruel, a matter of life and death, and bloody.

She does not oppose killing.

But she opposes indiscriminate killing.

The soldiers of the Slane Theocracy are no longer engaging in "war".

It was burning, killing, and looting.

They stormed into the elven village, killing all the men and capturing the women, binding them into strings to be slaves. Valuable items were stuffed into their pockets, while worthless things were burned.

A young soldier rushed out of a wooden hut, carrying an exquisite silver object in his arms, his face beaming with joy.

Another soldier grabbed an elven woman by the hair and dragged her back into the ranks. The woman screamed and struggled, her fingernails scratching blood on the ground.

In the distance, several wooden houses were burning, the flames illuminating half the sky.

The house was burning, the bodies lay scattered, and cries, pleas for mercy, and maniacal laughter mingled together.

This is not an army that came to punish enemies; it is a group of thugs who burn, kill, and loot under the guise of "revenge."

Kino stopped in her tracks.

"Commander," she said, her voice soft but clear.

The commander turned around.

"If you can't manage your troops, my men can manage them for you."

The commander paused for a moment, then followed her gaze to the soldiers who were burning, killing, and looting.

He frowned.

He wasn't against looting; it's normal to steal things during wartime. Those soldiers had been suppressing their emotions for months, and now they finally had a chance to vent. He hadn't tried to stop them before.

But these people went too far, their advance was as slow as a snail, and their discipline was so lax, how could they possibly fight a war?

He immediately ordered the arrest of several of the most troublemakers, who were then beheaded on the spot.

The effect was immediate. Bloodied heads were hung on the flagpole, and the soldiers who were looting became much more subdued, obediently following the main force to continue advancing.

But Kino's expression was still not good.

She knew this was just for show; the real targets were far more than just these few. Those who were killed were just unlucky; many more had simply temporarily restrained their claws, waiting for the next opportunity.

But we are still at war, and mass executions of soldiers are not realistic.

She endured the nausea and continued forward with the troops.

After advancing a while, the capital of the Elf Kingdom finally appeared ahead.

It was a city built among giant trees, with treehouses scattered about and winding vine bridges, all shimmering with a faint green light in the sunlight. If there had been no war, it would have been a beautiful place.

But now, a row of figures stands on the city wall.

It looks similar to those previous "ghostly" things.

They must be children of the Elf King again.

However, this time they are adults, and their strength is far superior to that of the previous children, with each of them being above the hero level.

But Kino's gaze fell on several of the women.

They were heavily pregnant.

Pregnant woman.

The Elf King actually sent several pregnant women to the battlefield?

Kino's face darkened completely.

"Knock those pregnant women unconscious and take them away," she ordered her guards. "Don't hurt the children."

The guards obeyed and left.

A few moments later, the pregnant women were brought back safely.

As for the remaining adult elves, Kino didn't make a move.

She wanted to see just how capable the people of the Slane Theocracy really were.

Then, something unexpected happened.

A massive figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

It was a giant made of rock and mud, so huge that just standing there made it hard to breathe.

The Root Earth Elemental Spirit—[Behemoth].

It started to move.

With one punch, more than a dozen Slane Theocracy soldiers were turned into mincemeat; with one stomp, another seven or eight people disappeared.

"For the Kingdom! For the Six Great Gods!"

Those fanatical soldiers at the forefront, shouting slogans and charging forward with bloodshot eyes, were all smashed flat with a single punch.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

Behemoth's fists rained down like raindrops, each punch capable of taking several lives.

Some soldiers finally came to their senses and began to retreat and run away; some even threw down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

But Behemoth was much faster than them. It caught up and slaughtered the fleeing soldiers with a punch and a kick, crushing them like ants.

Behemoth didn't care who they were, whether they were fighting or surrendering; he just mechanically repeated the same action—killing them one by one.

Blood flows into a river.

Kino stood at a distance, watching quietly.

She did not make a move.

The thirty-odd teammates around her didn't move either.

Because many of the soldiers killed were people she had disliked earlier—those who burned, killed, and looted; those who grabbed the elven woman's hair; those who laughed the most arrogantly—all of them were now turned into a pile of mud under Behemoth's fists.

Should.

But she also knew it was time to make a move.

Because behind Behemoth, a person was strolling leisurely towards him.

Elf King, Deckham Hogan.

He was dressed in a magnificent robe and wore a golden crown. He walked leisurely and elegantly along the blood-soaked path opened up by Behemoth, with a playful smile on his face, as if he were taking a stroll in the countryside. Under his feet was a path paved with corpses.

The mutilated corpses on the ground, the flowing blood, the wailing wounded soldiers—none of it mattered to him.

The commander's face turned deathly pale.

He knew that to stop the giant, he had to kill the Elf King.

But how could they kill him? His troops couldn't even get close.

He subconsciously glanced at the assassin beside Kino, the one who had just taken down dozens of enemies in a minute. If he could get him to help, perhaps—

But the man didn't even glance at him.

The commander gritted his teeth, preparing to order a retreat and wait for the Theocracy's reinforcements, the legendary Dark Scripture, to arrive.

Then he saw Kino move.

The seemingly delicate girl began to walk against the flow of fleeing people towards the Elf King.

"Your Highness!" the commander cried out in alarm. "What are you doing! Come back immediately!"

He waved his hand frantically, ordering the soldiers around him to rush up and stop her, and bring her back.

Several soldiers rushed forward, trying to stop Kino.

Then they saw a pair of eyes.

One of the guards next to Kino turned around and glanced at them.

Those eyes were golden.

It wasn't ordinary gold; it was a burning, intense gold, like two tiny suns with vertical pupils, like a dragon's eyes.

The soldiers froze on the spot.

Their bodies were still there, but their minds had stopped working. A deep-seated fear gripped them, rendering them unable to lift even a finger.

They just stood there, watching as Kino and her guards walked past them, toward the giant who was slaughtering and the leisurely strolling Elf King.

The commander was shouting behind them, but they couldn't hear him anymore.

All they remember are those eyes.

Those eyes—they didn't look human.

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