Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 523 - 290: Is This the King of Fury?_2

Louis instantly understood what this meant.

But since the battle had already begun, there was no reason to stop.

If these endlessly emerging monsters weren’t wiped out, this cleansing operation would end in failure.

He said directly, "Olivia, come over here."

Olivia rode her horse over, only to see Louis suddenly reach out and grab her, pulling her onto his horse:

"From now on, you and I will ride the same steed."

Olivia said a little flustered:

"What are you doing?"

"I’m certainly not up to anything bad. Stay by my side, and if there’s an emergency, I’ll open the portal immediately."

The Black Swan was silent for a moment but eventually chose to agree.

The Curse Binding Legion summoned by Louis was more fearless beyond everyone else’s imagination.

Or rather, the dead feared nothing.

They disregarded their losses and charged madly into the most dangerous zones of the front line.

They fell roaring in pain, turning into shadows that merged with the ground.

Then, under the summoning of Louis’s Magic Power, they stood up again to engage in a new round of battle.

Louis had been waiting for that fearsome entity that was sacrificed for to descend, but he still hadn’t sensed its life force.

After cutting down an unfamiliar LV14 tiger-type monster with one sword, he suddenly frowned and said:

"Olivia, do you feel that the strength of these monsters is gradually increasing?"

Olivia had a stronger sense of perception; after a sweep with her Spiritual Power, she quickly concluded, saying:

"You didn’t feel wrong; the entity being sacrificed is likely these monsters themselves."

"Whether they kill each other or are killed by us, their power is extracted and absorbed into the remaining monsters."

The fewer creatures there were on the scene, the greater the pressure on the Giant Troll Suicide Squad and Tunisian Cavalry.

In a world of individual extraordinary martial power, assembling extraordinary forces are only suitable for dealing with legions of the same level or practitioners with not much higher strength.

If all strength converges in one place, the overwhelming power from independent individuals becomes unbearable.

When over 20,000 monsters remained, their average level had reached exemplary beginner level.

When the number dropped to 10,000, the level had risen to exemplary intermediate.

Even the brave and battle-hardened trolls had to resort to sacrificing for victory.

If it weren’t for Louis continuously summoning them from the shadow realm, this suicide squad would have been entirely wiped out as Louis had previously predicted, unable to continue executing their mission.

But when the monster count dwindled to 1,000, even the trolls needed over a dozen to rush in together to suppress the opponent.

Because these monsters’ average level had reached exemplary advanced.

And this power continued to grow stronger as their numbers dwindled.

The suffocating pressure of the battle was palpable to everyone.

Louis could clearly feel that the number of dead in the Giant Troll Suicide Squad and Tunisian Cavalry exceeded the number he summoned.

And this situation continued to deteriorate as Louis’s side’s combat numbers kept dwindling.

Louis even felt like his sword was getting dull from all the hacking.

Whether it was the Celestial Heart Sword or the Lonely City Sword, both were invaluable treasures, unlikely to be damaged in such a fight.

It was simply that he had killed so many foes that he felt numb and exhausted.

If he weren’t vying for control with the Book of the Dead and the sacrificial array, he suspected these monsters’ increased power would crush everyone.

What a joke! Using the power enhanced by the great sin of wrath to strengthen the enemy, how could anyone fight like this?

Just then, a roar echoed.

A red glow suddenly flashed on the distant horizon, and before anyone could take a detailed look, beams of laser-like energy shot across the sky, sweeping across the battlefield.

These lasers swiftly incinerated surrounding monsters, and then the Grand Chief flew over with a group of aged trolls.

Most of them appeared to be troll priests, and Louis sensed an incredibly twisted yet familiar power from them.

"Great Sin of Wrath?"

These old trolls seemed all strengthened by the great sin of wrath, their faces looking as if their rationality was about to be entirely devoured by anger.

Louis watched this group of trolls flying from the horizon for a long time, then suddenly sighed, remembering his private conversation with the Grand Chief in the tent before.

... Memory Playback ...

"Grand Chief, let me be clear, if my Curse Binding Legion can’t deal with those guys, I’ll definitely use my last resort to flee without hesitation," Louis said seriously.

The Grand Chief laughed heartily and said, "Don’t worry, you absolutely have a way to fight them, as long as what you said is true."

Louis couldn’t understand why the Grand Chief was so confident, then he heard the Grand Chief leisurely say:

"What do you think the power of the Great Sin of Wrath is?"

Louis remained silent.

In the related literature he had read, traits exhibited by the Great Sin of Wrath’s powerful figures of past generations were purely about power.

Various great sin authority skills were almost all about amplifying abilities while in a state of rage.

For instance, "constantly raising one’s power limit as anger swells." A freakish growth ability like that.

The more furious one became, the more destructive their magic and martial skills became.

However, the Grand Chief told him, "Our Great Sin isn’t actually an irascible troll."

He led Louis to a heavily guarded area.

There, he saw a feeble troll lying on a sickbed.

Surprisingly, this troll seemed so young, almost... almost like a human child of five or six years.

He looked at the Grand Chief in shock, the Grand Chief calmly said:

"He actually can’t develop the power of the Great Sin of Wrath, his body doesn’t allow it; the only thing he can do is use his own blood, injecting it into other warriors."

"He’s very frail; once he loses too much blood, he’ll swiftly approach death."

Louis sighed.

This situation was obviously unchangeable; he could tell at a glance that the child’s frailty was entirely due to aftereffects from experiments.

He wasn’t like Louis — the experiments conducted at the White Tower, although equally brutal, were superior in technical methods, ultimately resulting in test subjects without such infirmities.

But this little troll seemed like a patched-up vessel made to house the great sin, prone to shattering into pieces with just the slightest misstep.

The Grand Chief calmly said, "My sons, daughters, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law, and even apprentices have all passed away."

"They all fought their entire lives for the future of trolls, and this child is the only treasure they left me."

Louis looked at the small troll, barely clinging to life, who opened its eyes slowly and smiled weakly upon seeing the Grand Chief:

"Grandpa, don’t save me, go and help the others."

The Grand Chief said nothing.

But the little troll kept murmuring: "I said I’d dedicate myself to the future of trolls."

The Grand Chief’s calm face finally revealed uncontrollable pain:

"You’re still young, you don’t understand how beautiful this world is and have decided your future so casually."

However, the little troll shook its head and said:

"No, I’ve seen; I’ve seen the accumulated wrath of the clan for thousands of years, spreading over the entire Giant Plain as if to incinerate everything."

"But... anger must find the right direction."

He softly tugged at the Grand Chief’s beard, speaking in a voice that was like a plea:

"Grandpa, if our choice was wrong, and you’ve found the right target to unleash our fury upon, please help me..."

"Help me use this sinful power in the right place, let them see what troll fury means."

"When that time comes..."

"Please consume me."

...

Louis came back to his senses, finally understanding why the time line of the King of Fury had never had an early appearance.

Because the true King of Fury...

Louis looked at the Grand Chief, who had expanded and whose eyes were bloodshot beyond recognition, and the old trolls following him, and sighed after a long moment.

"Is this the King of Fury?"