The Treatment of the Villagers After the War
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The blood mist was extremely fast, almost as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared.
Kant stretched out his hand, telling his troop that there was no need to pursue. After his watched the blood mist disappeared on the horizon, he turned his head to look at the bloody figure that was still in the same spot, completely trapped by the 30 Lion Knights.
As Viscount Gibran left, the strange influence of the blood mist gradually disappeared.
The madness in their eyes also gradually faded.
They were rational.
The provocation of the weak against the strong was undoubtedly courting death.
Even in the midst of madness and brutality, facing the encirclement of 30 grand knights, these blood-red knights from Avilis Castle still did not put down their weapons or surrender.
Kant naturally did not care whether they surrendered or not.
He waved his hand forward.
He casually ordered, "Take care of them."