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The bloody hand-to-hand combat had begun. Ebia's Rebels, dressed in ordinary armor, had appeared out of nowhere and were charging towards the heavily armed infantry regiment one after another. They were brandishing simple weapons and staring with blood-red eyes, looking as if they were going to fight with their lives on the line.

Facing the fully armed professional soldiers, the rebel army of Ebia could only choose to fight with their lives on the line. They knew that they could not retreat at this moment, and could not retreat, because behind them, there was an elderly father, a young wife, and a child waiting to be fed.

In the narrow passageway, flesh and blood splattered all over the place. Unfortunately, the difference between the two sides, Ebia's Rebellion and the Heavy Infantry Regiment, was extremely obvious. The Heavy Infantry Regiment, which was clad in thick armor, was different from the ordinary soldiers of Holy Empire.

Countless soldiers of the Ebia Rebellion roared as they charged at the enemy. Waving their rusted long swords, they left shallow marks of blood on the armor of the Heavy Infantry Regiment soldiers. In the next moment, they were chopped into meat paste by the well-equipped enemies.

There was no doubt that the Allies had been killed and wounded, but by this time the sloping corridor had been completely occupied by the Heavy Infantry Regiment, and the ground was littered with corpses, most of them incomplete.

In less than the time it took to boil a pot of tea, the Heavy Infantry Regiment had completely destroyed Manchester's last remaining resistance. It was so fast that they didn't even have time to defend themselves.

The beautiful sunset shone a thousand rays of light, coloring the entire Manchester with a layer of blood. Under the blood-red rays of the setting sun, the battlefield was filled with murderous intent. The cruelty of war was best interpreted at this moment.

Looking at the one-sided victory in front of him, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart, "Looks like I've overestimated them all. These guys, aren't they just a bunch of beggars? How could they be a match for our regular army!"

One of his trusted aides bowed and said with a smile, "Master is wise!"

Just a wave of probing attacks had resulted in an overwhelming victory. This was something Si Luo didn't think of at the beginning. But now, it seems that the Ebia were not that hard to deal with.

After that came more brutal street fighting. Countless soldiers of the Battle Infantry Regiment poured into the Manchester community, and soon after, the shivering women and children were dragged out of the house. Their hands were raised, and one by one, fresh lives fell into a pool of blood.

There was silence in the Manchester command post. Laughan stood dumbly, trembling as he watched. This was the first time he had truly led a battle, but unfortunately, this was the end of it.

"It's over, it's all over for Ebia!" Zuger's face was ashen, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

"No, it can't be like this!" Catherine shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could not accept the reality before her.

"What should we do? Laughan, big brother, what should we do? "You must be thinking of a way!" Catherine spoke in a tearful voice as she watched the villagers fall one by one. Her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Lao Kreen raised his head with bloodshot eyes and a blank expression. At this moment, he finally felt the difference between himself and Juliana.

Juliana, along with her severely wounded and wounded, had fought with Holy Empire for more than ten years. Their battle record wasn't the slightest bit luckier.

At this moment, everyone simultaneously thought, if Eldest Miss was here …

By the time Ron reached the battlefield from the command post, the enemy had already charged into the city. It wasn't that Manchester's resistance was lacking in bravery, but that the gap between the two sides was too great.

Ron's eyes fell on a body next to him, headless, probably a young woman, and beside her, a mangled mass of what looked to be a baby.

Slowly, Ron raised his head. A deep killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the killing intent in his chest surged, freezing the air around him in an instant.

The huge fluctuation of his soul woke Hou Meilin up. He frowned, "Ron, your soul undulations are very intense. What are you doing?"

"I want to kill!" Ron roared in his mind.

Ron, who had also caught the view of Manchester through his eyes, sighed and fell silent.

"Vivian, stay close to me!" Rönn gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence. Then, he strode forward.

Screams and screams could be heard endlessly. The entire Manchester City seemed to have fallen into hell. Flames were rising and blood was flowing through the ground. The vanguard group of the heavy infantry that had attacked the city was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, carrying out the most brutal massacre.

"Mother, mother, save me …"

A teenager was dragged out by a fully armed soldier. He struggled desperately, but his small body was unable to withstand the tremendous force.

"Please, please, let my child go!" A young woman rushed out of the room and fell to her knees, crying and begging.

The heavily armed man ignored the young woman's pleas and grinned as he raised the long sword in his hand.

A trace of despair flashed in the young woman's eyes. In her grief and indignation, she made an unexpected move.

"Shua ~ ~" The young woman's chest was torn open, revealing her snow-white chest. She pounced, "I beg you, please let my son go, I can do anything you want with you, I beg you …"

Two white lumps of flesh on his chest dazzled the soldier's eyes. In a split-second, those blood-red eyes revealed a strong desire. He threw down his weapon and rushed towards the young woman.

The young woman closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment, the sound of wind blew past his ears. A bone lance appeared out of thin air and flew over with a strong rotating power.

The soldier couldn't dodge in time, and the long bone lance pierced through the right side of his head, piercing through the left side of his head. The powerful impact even lifted up his body that weighed a hundred jin, heavily nailing him to the wall.

Who? Who was it?

The soldier's mind went blank, but he knew that he was about to die. At the moment of death, he tried his best to turn his head, only to see a small figure, dark green eyes, with a devilish grin on his face.

"Thank you! "Thank you!" The young woman escaped from death, her mouth full of thanks. She picked up the child that had been scared silly and was about to kneel down.

"Take the child back to the house and hide!"

The one who spoke was Ron. At this moment, the veins on his face were exposed, and the killing intent on his body was getting denser and denser. There were faint signs of him going on a rampage.

Behind him lay a floor littered with corpses. These corpses were clad in heavy armor. They were the soldiers of Holy Empire's 19th Legion. Every single one of them had been mercilessly killed.

"Ron!" It was the first time she had seen Ron like this, and she was vaguely worried.

At this moment, Ron was in a frenzy. He was like a natural born killer, desperately killing and killing. The Necromancy Magic had turned into a terrifying killing tool in his hands. In just ten minutes, he had already killed more than a hundred people.

Vivian had never seen such an efficient method of killing, and Ron had not yet begun summoning skeletons to fight.

At this moment, the five 19th Legion's Heavy Infantry soldiers also noticed Ron. They saw Ron holding a bloody spear in his hand. With a strong killing intent in his eyes, he walked towards him step by step, dragging a long trail of blood behind him.

"It's him! He killed a lot of our brothers!" a soldier shouted.

"Kill him!"

"Kill …"

The Nineteenth Legion's eyes were bloodshot. Their instinct when fighting had already become a battlefield was that their brains were no longer sufficient. They did not even see the mountain of Heavy Infantry corpses behind Ron.

Powerful battle-qi emerged from the bodies of the soldiers, as they brandished their long swords and rushed towards Ron.

A wry smile appeared on Ron's face, and his murderous eyes flew open.

The soldier leading the charge felt as if his brain had been struck hard, and his mind went blank.

What was going on? What's wrong with me? The soldier stood there in a daze. In this chaotic battlefield, any moment of absent-mindedness was fatal.

In just a split-second, the soldier's eyes regained their clarity. At this moment, a bone spear already arrived.

"Puff —"

The sharp bone lance pierced through his mask without any obstruction, piercing through his throat. The soldier's eyes widened in disbelief.

Even until his death, this soldier did not know how he died. It was unknown how he died.

This was one of Ron's mental attacks – "Soul Pain". As a researcher of soul force, Soul Attack was a compulsory course of action. It was this move that allowed him to kill the soldiers in one shot. Nothing was easier to kill than standing still and facing a target.

With a roar, Ron was relieved when a warrior with a giant axe appeared beside him. He brandished the axe and swung it viciously at Ron.

Sneering, Ron's face faded, and the ax slashed through a layer of black smoke.

In the next moment, the soldier felt a sharp pain coming from his chest. He did not know when, but a bone lance had appeared from behind him and pierced through his heart.

"You …"

The soldier's eyes were filled with horror. He too, like the soldier before him, had died an unknown death. He did not know when that petite youth appeared behind him. With an unwilling expression, his huge body collapsed. The heavy armor smashed onto the ground, producing a crisp sound.

The rest of the soldiers had been scared out of their wits. Even though they had been through hundreds of battles, they had never seen such a strange method of killing before. For a moment, everyone was stunned in place.

His gaze slowly shifted as it swept across the few soldiers one by one. Suddenly, his gaze focused as he noticed a familiar figure.

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