Bang!
The last Beta-ranked guard in front of the Duke had his throat crushed. Alicxia pinched his artery and windpipe between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until his life ended.
Plop.
The corpse fell to its knees before collapsing to the ground.
Six Beta-ranked guards, all annihilated by Alicxia alone.
But Alicxia didn't feel relieved. She raised her head to look at Duke Gamos ahead, the despicable comprador who sold out the interests of the people of Grante just for his own prolonged life.
Three hundred years, watching his sons die one after another. He didn't care about the people of Grante; even if the entire country perished, he remained indifferent.
Duke Gamos slumped on his throne, his once robust body now immensely withered, muscles atrophied, his ashen skin rough and cracked like tree bark. His body was filled with various electrodes and tubes, maintaining normal voltage and injecting nutrients into him.
Thump, thump...