Darkley twitched at the corners of his mouth under the helmet.
Fear, surprise, dread... he couldn't even articulate his emotions at this moment.
Looking at those shining vertical pupils, Darkley could hardly control the trembling of his body.
What the hell is this?
This Demon Hunter, while engaging in a massacre within a regimented Niflgaard Legion, had killed hundreds in just a few dozen minutes!
And on the other hand, amidst the high-intensity combat environment, he assessed the organizational strength of the enemy troops and began to oppress the rationality of everyone in the Niflgaard Army in his own way.
He even held the degree, size, and urgency of this oppressive feeling firmly in his own hands!
If it weren't for the fact that his gang was originally not academics from the Niflgaard Military Academy, but rather people who did the dirty work in bloodshed.
Even if they wished to survive, making the decision to 'collapse their own organization' wouldn't be so decisive.
