The Aura of the Strong

The great trade war was endless.

Locke and Barett looked at the soldiers surrounding them with different expressions. "Hahahaha, Locke, Barett, my good sons, what are you trying to do? You actually made the military camp like this. Are you trying to rebel?" Douglas stood in the crowd, stroking his beard and laughing at the two.

Locke ignored the soldiers who were surrounding him. He put his right hand on the long sword at his waist and took a step forward. Immediately, the soldiers took a step back in horror and did not dare to move forward.

"General Douglas, it seems that our fate is coming to an end. This short period of time, I am really grateful for your care."

After hearing Locke's words, Douglas laughed. "Hahaha, it seems that I have the right feeling.

However, it just so happens that the war in this country is about to end, and there is no need for you. After all, you know a lot of things." There was no surprise. After Locke returned to the camp three years ago, Douglas had a feeling that he would part ways with Locke sooner or later and become an enemy.

Therefore, in these three years, he handed all the most difficult tasks to Locke. However, he did not expect Locke to really live up to his reputation as a little monster. No matter how difficult the task was, he completed it at the risk of his life.

Although he did not get rid of Locke according to the plan, it was also because of Locke that he gained countless great contributions and became a kingdom general. However, as the war was about to end, Douglas had to consider dealing with Locke.

After all, Locke had carried out too many dark missions that Douglas had given him. With such a thing happening today, it just so happened that he could not find an excuse to get rid of Locke. He could justify it.

"Go! Kill Locke and Barett! Whoever kills them will be promoted to the rank of colonel!" Hearing Douglas' promise, the soldiers immediately boiled. After all, becoming a colonel in the army was not just a promotion, but also a rise in wealth and power.

"Oh, Long live General Douglas!"

"Hahaha! The rank of colonel is mine! Locke, Barett, die!"

"Locke's head is mine!"

The soldiers waved their weapons wildly and charged at Locke and Barett. Their expressions were filled with madness, and they had completely forgotten how terrifying Locke was. "Hahaha! Good! Watch me defeat you!" Barett looked at the soldiers who had fallen into madness and immediately laughed. He clenched his fists and prepared to let them know how powerful he was.

"Ding!"

However, just as he was about to make his move, Locke pulled out his long sword and stopped him. He took the lead and took a step forward. "Let me do it. After all, we are colleagues." With that, a purple light covered the long sword in Locke's hand.

"Whoosh!"

A purple light flashed and pierced through the bodies of all the soldiers around them.

Buzz -

Suddenly, an invisible and terrifying gravity erupted, crushing all the soldiers who rushed forward.

"Woo! So heavy!"

"What, what's going on!"

"My body feels like it's going to be crushed!"

"Ah!"

The soldiers screamed in pain. Blood continuously spurted out of their mouths and soon dyed the ground red. Locke ignored their painful roars and slowly put his sword back into its sheath.

"Duang!" A crisp sound rang out, and the sword was completely beautiful.

"Go to hell and repent!"

"Gravity Blade, Hell Brigade!"

Buzz!

Boom! A loud roar resounded through the skies. The earth shook. Immediately, apart from Locke, Barett, and Douglas, the ground beneath their feet was completely intact, and the rest of the ground had completely become a huge bottomless pit.

"Bang -"'

When all the noise was over, only the sound of teeth trembling could be heard in the entire space. After the dust settled, Locke and Barett looked at General Grass, who was trembling in fear.

"Tremble, shake."

"Lo, Locke, you bastard. You, have you been hiding your strength all this time?"

General Douglas pointed at Locke with a trembling finger. He had never seen such a horrible scene. The power that was like a natural disaster was not something that could be done by human hands.

"Humph." Locke snorted disdainfully. He was dissatisfied with Douglas' well-to-earth observation.

"Hahaha! Locke, I didn't expect you to develop your ability to this extent after three years! It's really a terrifying ability to see it with your own eyes."

Barett laughed as he looked at Locke. He was also very shocked when he saw the damage caused by Locke's ability, but he was only shocked for a while. For him, wasn't it only natural for Locke to be so strong? "Hmph, isn't this a given? Without this level of strength, how can I be worthy of destroying this ugly country with you?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, and Locke let out a chuckle. Locke was also somewhat proud of his current strength. However, he knew that with his current strength, it was still not worth mentioning in the eyes of those experts.

He slowly raised his sword and aimed it at Douglas. He wanted to personally bring this man who had caused him to suffer a tragedy to hell. Purple light flashed beneath his feet, and the rock beneath Locke and Barett slowly flew towards Douglas.

Barett's sturdy body stood behind Locke. He lowered his head slightly and looked down at Tugra below with an arrogant smile on his face. "Damn it!" Looking at Locke and Barett getting closer and closer to him, Douglas trembled even more violently.

"Locke! Let me go! Spare my life! I can help you ask the royal family to make you the general of this new country! I can give you all the treasures I have!" Perhaps feeling that death was getting closer and closer, Douglas began to pray.

Hearing that Douglas actually began to plead, Barett laughed in disbelief. "Hey, hey! That General Douglas is actually praying to others! Hahaha! This is really surprising!" Hearing Barett's undisguised mockery, Douglas did not feel ashamed at all. His body bent even more, and he fell to his knees.

"Barett! I beg you! Let me go! As long as you beg Locke to let me go, I am willing to make you a brigadier-general and enjoy endless wealth!"

"Ah? What did you say?" Barett dug his ears with his fingers as if he had not heard what Douglas had said.

"I..."

When he was about to say something, Locke had already controlled the stone and flew in front of Douglas. The tip of the sword in his hand had already reached Douglas' neck. The bone-chilling coldness instantly soaked Douglas' entire body. For a moment, because of fear, he could not speak. His crotch was already wet.

"Douglas, when I was five years old, you brought soldiers to attack my village and killed all the people in the village. My parents died in front of my eyes."

"Ah. Ah."

Hearing Locke's words, Douglas could not refute them at all because of his fear. As Locke spoke more and more, Douglas became more and more afraid.

"Three years ago, in order to carry out the task you gave me, the young soldiers who followed me all the way were completely put down by their part of being human because of hunger. However, they all died on the battlefield in the end and they said before they died deeply stimulated my heart. From that day on, Barett and I had decided to completely destroy this country that had lost all hope."

"That's right!" "Because of Gray's betrayal, after all the other companions died, we were completely disappointed in this country!" Barett lowered his head to look at Douglas and said resentfully. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Suddenly, Douglas laughed crazily, his eyes full of madness. "Killing your parents? Betrayal? Don't be so self-righteous! That is just because you are too weak! War is a part of this country! As the weak, being dominated by the strong, isn't that natural?"

"Barett, Locke!" Without me, you will always be weak and pitiful. How can you have the strength you have now? Without me, you would have died somewhere! " Locke and Barett's expressions didn't change at all when they heard the hysterical roar of Dao Grasss.

"Yes. Without you, I might have died long ago when you attacked the village. Also, you are right. The weak are always dominated by the strong."

"Therefore, as the strong now, I can naturally dominate the weak as I please."

"Hahaha! Locke, you ungrateful bastard! You will die a horrible death! I curse you that you will always be alone!"

"Pu ci!"

Bright red blood splattered. Douglas' head flew, and his headless body fell to the ground powerlessly. He swung his sword and threw the blood of the sword into the sheath. "The first step has been completed. It is time to move forward, Barett."