Chapter 470: Never... And... Never...
Horn Lizard Soldiers and those watching the battle behind closed doors felt a cold shiver run down their spines.
Many subconsciously held their breaths, unable to tear their eyes away from the horrifying scene before them.
The primal screams sent shivers that jolted their hearts.
Each scream pierced through the quiet street like a sharp blade, making their souls tremble.
The battle was already brutal, but now, watching as the undead Scorpion Commanders slowly crushed the Horn Lizard Commanders’ ribs...
Many felt their scalps turn numb.
Their hearts were trembling, pounding heavily against their chests. Some could even hear their own heartbeats ringing inside their ears.
Fear and terror were etched on their faces. The confidence they had moments ago had completely vanished.
Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
The soul-rending screams echoed through the still quiet street. Many Horn Lizard Soldiers trembled, caught in trepidation.
Their bodies stiffened involuntarily as if rooted to the ground. Some staggered backward, fear and disbelief etched on their faces.
Cold sweat trickled down their backs as they stared at the horrifying scene.
Their two powerful commanders were screaming helplessly in the hands of the undead Scorpion Commanders.
The commanders they had always admired now looked more pitiful than ordinary soldiers.
Ahhhh! Ahhh!
"...H-Human... P-Please...."
One of the Horn Lizard Commanders managed to utter with difficulty.
The few words had taken all his strength.
Blood gushed out from his mouth, eyes, and nose.
His breathing became ragged as his body convulsed violently from the unbearable pain.
It was scary.
Bloody.
"...P-P-Please..."
"...P-Please..."
His voice was low, filled with agony that could not be quantified.
It was no longer the voice of a proud commander but the desperate cry of someone who wished for death.
His voice did not merely drop in volume; it seemed to collapse inward, folding into a hollow chamber where pain had eaten away all resonance.
Every word sounded weaker than the last as if his life was slipping away together with his voice.
Even those who did not understand the human language could somehow understand this cry at that very moment.
Pain needed no translation.
Scales stood on end.
Goosebumps appeared on every human.
Even the beastmen watching behind closed doors felt their bodies grow cold.
But the terror was far from over.
Since the Grim Reaper decided to make a statement, he would very damn well make everyone understand the gravity of his statement.
He wanted this scene to be engraved into the hearts of every Horn Lizard.
While the two commanders were begging for death, the remaining Horn Lizard Soldiers had already lost the will to fight.
Many no longer tightened their grip on their weapons.
Instead, their hands trembled uncontrollably.
How could they fight?
The miserable cries of their commanders echoed from behind like a deadly, painful reminder.
A reminder of what was to come.
A reminder of what would become their fate.
Many Horn Lizard Soldiers looked in the direction of their King’s residence, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Hoping their King would appear before it was too late.
Perhaps...
A miracle.
Heck, they wished the King’s Guard would rush out to save them this very moment from the claws of the demon.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
Empty.
Quiet.
They were all alone.
No one came.
At that moment, they realized something that made their hearts leap. A terrifying realization settled deep inside their hearts.
They were the last of their army.
Their commanders were begging for death. Their elite soldiers were struggling to keep their lives.
None remained in their barracks that could come to their rescue. The once mighty Horn Lizard Army had already been reduced to this miserable state.
They were the few remaining soldiers that could stop their enemies.
And right now, the question was not how to stop their enemy.
But how to survive.
How to avoid the grim fate that had befallen their commanders.
Each of them desperately searched for an answer, but none could find one. However, no matter how much they thought about it, there was only a single path left.
Surrender.
The word lingered in their minds like a curse they were unwilling to accept. But the thought of surrendering to the enemy made their blood boil in shame.
Their pride simply could not accept such humiliation. They were the proud soldiers of the Horn Lizard Clan.
How could they surrender to a mere human?
A lesser species.
Impossible!
They would rather die than surrender.
With this thought, their eyes blazed with solemn determination. The fear in their hearts was replaced by madness.
Many stared at their fellow clansmen and roared. The deafening roar echoed throughout the street.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The battle entered another phase. Each of the Horn Lizard Soldiers fought with complete abandon. They no longer cared about their lives.
To them, every strike was their last.
Unfortunately, the undead legion did not care about their determination or resolve. They only followed their master’s command to the T.
Fearlessly, they confronted the Horn Lizard Soldiers’ final desperate attempt head-on.
Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!
Soul-agonizing screams echoed throughout the atmosphere. A horrifying realization dawned upon everyone.
The undead were not targeting the vital spots of the Horn Lizard Soldiers. They targeted their mobility, rendering them completely helpless.
As if they had deliberately chosen the most painful method possible.
Sitting ducks.
Their weapons cut through their legs.
Their arms were severed cleanly from their bodies.
Some had both knees shattered while others had their shoulders crushed. And then, another group of undead stepped forward to begin the judgment.
Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
The Horn Lizard Soldiers’ mouths were pried open. Slowly, their jaws were broken with either fists or weapons.
Blood and saliva poured out like a broken dam.
Their desperate cries became nothing more than muffled groans. Cries that made one pray they had never witnessed such a scene echoed throughout the street.
Tongues were slowly and brutally pulled from their mouths while they were still alive. The horrifying sounds of tearing flesh echoed continuously.
Brutal.
Mechanical.
Efficient.
Every movement was executed with terrifying precision. As if the undead had performed the same execution countless times before.
None could watch the gory and horrifying scene for more than a few seconds before they were covered in perspiration and averted their gazes.
Some vomited on the spot.
Others collapsed to the ground, their legs no longer able to support them.
Many had heard rumors about the Grim Reaper. But what was happening before their eyes was beyond anything they had heard from rumors or gossip.
No rumor could truly describe this nightmare. They thought the Horn Lizard King was scary and frightening.
But here and now, they came to a realization.
Never...
And never...
Cross the Grim Reaper.
This was not a statement.
Not a guess.
But a fact.
A reality.
For anyone who dared cross him...