Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 524 - 291: My Fury is the Assembled Stars

The Grand Chief’s roar came from the horizon, and in the Curse Binding Legion, the trolls, increasingly dull due to death, slowly raised their heads.

"Stand up, it’s time to make a choice, little whelps, whether to abandon thought and silence, or follow me to Hell."

"Staying still here will only get you torn apart, so stand up for me!"

In the Curse Binding Legion, a young troll slowly spoke:

"Are we going to die again?"

The troll looked much younger than the others, and correspondingly, somewhat weaker.

Probably because too many had been killed, his eyes were full of fear at the moment.

The Grand Chief glanced at him calmly and said, "Yes."

Another troll said painfully, "Since we’re bound to die, why not die on the path of charge, right?"

The Grand Chief’s voice was low: "Yes."

A hissing roar sounded, and a snake-like demon creature, several dozen meters long, destroyed the lower half of a troll with its tail.

The remaining upper half of the curse-bound troll fell into the bloody water, uttering a hopeless howl:

"Since we all die anyway, whether in battle or being slaughtered, it’s all meaningless, right?"

The Grand Chief descended from the sky, and the two-meter-long giant axe suddenly fell, tearing the snake-like creature into two:

"You’re right, it’s all meaningless, no matter what ideals and hopes you had before, no matter how happy a life you once had, at the moment you are torn apart on the battlefield, the outcome is only the wail of death."

One by one, old trolls followed the Grand Chief to the ground, and seeing that not a single living kin was left, all transformed into trolls of the Curse Binding Legion, they wept bitter tears.

Hate bordering on madness, anger bordering on madness.

The Grand Chief’s hoarse voice said, "But does this mean your sacrifices are meaningless? Or that you were meaningless from the moment you were born? The choices we make are also meaningless? The ancestors who struggled are meaningless too?"

On such a bustling battlefield, under the Grand Chief’s roar, it suddenly seemed eerily silent.

The trolls’ heavy breathing was as solemn as a mountain, and the Grand Chief raised the giant axe in his hand, and the ancient and silent Ancestral Spirit poured blessings upon it, turning it into roaring thunder.

But his voice was more furious than thunder:

"No, no, it’s not right, the meaning of death is given by us."

"Those brave ancestors, those pitiable ancestors, those ancestors who gave everything... we can think this way while standing here because we’re still alive."

"So, young ones, die here, entrust the meaning to the living of the future."

"Go and fight against this cruel world!"

His anger turned into a roar, the thunder seemed to be trampled under his feet, behind him, a group of old trolls quietly raised the military flags in their hands.

In an instant, Louis saw the eyes of the trolls in the Curse Binding Legion ignite with crimson flames. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

A terrifying and dangerous power rapidly swelled within them.

He knew, that was the power known as the Great Sin·Wrath, as the trolls of the Curse Binding Legion roared towards this land and sky.

Finally, accompanying the Grand Chief’s shout, the flames of rage burned the sky.

"Soldiers, be enraged!"

"Soldiers, roar!"

"Soldiers, fight!"

The killing intent pierced the heavens, ultimately transforming into a crimson fury that even the power of shadows couldn’t suppress.

In the distance, an old troll’s lower half was cut in two, but the strong hands forcibly tore open the demon creature’s gaping maw.

In a corner, more than a dozen exemplary trolls, like cold-blooded killing machines, exchanged life for life; before they were all slaughtered, their iron fists, burning with the fire of rage, shattered the tiger-like demons.

On the front line, the old troll carrying the military flag stood like a silent statue, burning the last of his life cleaning up surrounding demons, until he collapsed exhausted, devoid of vitality.

In the next second, Louis’s voice came: "Stand up, rather than entrust yourself to the earth, better rise and fight to death."

He felt a surge of searing power, like a spring flowing into his body, rapidly coalescing and swelling.

At this moment, it was as if something had burst forth from his body, and he said in a deep voice:

"Our wrath is a gathering storm, once unleashed, our enemies’ blood shall drench the ground like a downpour!"

The next moment, he hurled the standard weapon in his hand forward, and a twisted, blood-colored storm swept across the land, several swirling tornadoes appeared in the sky, hacking towards a demon that had reached legendary status.

The horrifying storm swallowed everything around it, and the fierce hurricane scoured the flesh clean.

The legendary wail echoed throughout the world, and suddenly, it rained red from the sky, as if weeping for this war.

LV12.

LV13.

LV14.

The intense pain made Louis’s face contort.

He felt as if he had become one with the Curse Binding Legion under his command.

As more and more trolls, tainted with fragments of Great Sin·Wrath, joined the Curse Binding Legion, those dormant powers flowed along the intangible link of the "Book of the Dead" to him.

At this moment, he felt like he was going insane.

"Soldiers, be enraged!"

"Soldiers, roar!"

"Soldiers, fight!"

"Our fury will consume the world until the enemies are all reduced to dust!"

At this moment, it was like he was connected with all the soldiers.

The Great Sin·Wrath subtly germinated within him at this moment.

He knew he wasn’t actually as heartbroken over the trolls’ deaths, after all, they weren’t human, it was hard to elevate to a level of empathic thought.