As Palmer inhaled the thick scent of blood, Bologue had already vanished from his side, followed by a piercing wail.
Gazing at the cruel massacre, Palmer couldn't help but freeze in place.
Amidst the flashing swords and axes, sword tips pierced through flesh, axe blades sliced bodies, blood splattered, corpses lay scattered, like a painting full of cruelty and violence.
Bologue showed no sign of resting or pausing, each of his strikes wielded with all his strength, making every sword and axe as deadly as possible.
After a loud crash, a Silent One was sent flying, his Armor completely shattered, blood seeped uncontrollably, while his internal organs had been crushed into a bloody pulp by the force.
Bologue spoke no word, like a silent Death God.
Leaping forward, the soldiers screamed in panic as they pulled the trigger trying to shoot Bologue, but the silver serpents danced wildly, forming Armor, deflecting and diverting the bullets.
