Amidst the uproar from Iron Guard Captain Henry, several guards dressed in leather raised their iron swords and aggressively approached the Civilian Corps...
Even though the number of commoners seemed large, Guard Barry's eyes showed no fear.
It's normal for the lambs to occasionally gather and resist.
But as long as he walked toward them with a weapon, they would surely be scared to their knees on the ground, begging him for mercy, or drop their weapons and scatter like mice.
It must be like this.
He indulged in fantasy, in this crazy world that had long destroyed Barry's perception and conscience.
Run away! Run away! Barry thought, slaughtering prey with no resistance was far too boring.
The exhilarating hunt was about to begin!
Several guards soon arrived in front of the crowd, exaggeratingly waving their iron swords, their smiles becoming more arrogant:
"Why don't you pathetic commoners run away yet—"
Thunk!
