The generals turned their heads and saw a towering figure, clad in black armor, holding a massive greatsword. Roy stood there motionless, like a statue that radiated absolute authority.
Ahn Dey immediately drew his blade, fear evident in his eyes.
Bho Thong and Gar Do stiffened; they exchanged uneasy glances and unsheathed their swords in an awkward motion, their expressions as pale as paper. The generals felt their hands tremble at the sight. There was no way they could defeat such a monstrous frame; the thought alone made them feel small and foolish.
Roy plunged the greatsword deep into the ground, its heavy weight making the earth groan slightly.
"You can surrender," Roy said casually. His tone was calm and gentle, almost reassuring. "I will not kill you, because I only want Bho Thong."
Ahn Dey and Gar Do relaxed slightly, hesitation visible in their eyes. They exchanged uneasy glances, unable to find words.
Bho Thong, on the other hand, shrieked loudly. Cold sweat poured down from his forehead like a bursting dam, and his face drained of all color as his composure dissolved.
"Ahh, s–stay away!" Bho Thong screamed, tears beginning to swell in his eyes. "Grand Marshal, we should kill this man. Ahh!"
Roy was just about to swing his sword at the man's face when, suddenly, he found himself surrounded by hundreds of armored figures.
Ahn Dey immediately raised his sword. "Soldiers, seize that man! If we capture him, we walk out of here alive."
The soldiers, fear still evident in their expressions, knew how dire their situation was. If they did not capture this armored figure, they would never have another chance to escape. They clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and began charging toward Roy like a tightening net.
Roy did not even bother to pick up his sword. Instead, he raised his hands, gripped his palms, and swung his fist toward the ground.
The earth shook violently, the vibration making the soldiers tumble awkwardly to the ground like an earthquake as large cracks suddenly split the ground in half.
Roy punched a soldier right in the chest. His heavy armor carried weight no human could ever endure, and its momentum was enough to create a large hole in the center of the man's chest. The soldier didn't even
have time to feel the pain before his vision fell into darkness.
Roy continued his relentless barrage of punches. Each blow carried enough force to instantly kill a man without him ever having the chance to groan or scream. His hands drove into each soldier's chest or abdomen, leaving large holes as if they had been struck by a cannonball.
Ahn Dey saw it clearly.
All his hair seemed to stand on end as he watched the scene. Just moments ago, hundreds of soldiers were encircling one man, yet now only a few dozen remained, their knees shaking violently, unable to lift their fists or even move their legs.
Within moments, everyone was wiped out. Only the three generals remained, still sitting on the backs of their horses, their faces pale as paper.
Suddenly, Gar Do raised his sword high in the air and kicked his horse. "I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted, charging toward Roy like a man who had suddenly regained his resolve.
"Come!" Roy shouted back.
Gar Do raised his sword and swung it horizontally with all his strength. Roy raised his head slightly and brought it down with force, head-butting Gar Do's horse and killing it instantly.
Gar Do shrieked; he gripped the reins with both hands, yet the momentum of his horse was too great, sending him flying into the sky, flailing wildly like a featherless bird.
Roy grabbed the flying man's leg and, with a twist of his body, swung him toward the ground, killing the man in an instant.
Ahn Dey and Bho Thong screamed. They tossed away their weapons, begging for their lives. Roy did not care about the Grand Marshal; he was only after Bho Thong. After all, that man had a huge debt he needed to repay.
He grabbed Bho Thong's neck and raised him high above the ground with just one hand. Bho Thong flailed wildly, kicking and struggling, a mixture of tears and snot pouring down his face as he faced death.
"P–please, don't kill me," Bho Thong begged, his voice already fading from suffocation, his face turning violet.
Roy choked the man even harder, anger surging in his eyes as he recalled the deaths of his altar servers and his soldiers who fell victim to this ruthless demon's hands.
"You dare to kill, yet you are afraid of death," Roy said coldly, gripping Bho Thong's neck even tighter. "A man such as you has no place in this world."
Slowly, Bho Thong's vision began to fade. His neck was choked so tight that even breathing felt like torture. Then, finally, he fainted. His vision blurred wildly, then went dark. Roy tossed the unconscious general aside; the body thudded onto the ground like a sack of grain.
He approached Ahn Dey, his expression cold and his pace slow—almost leisurely. He took step after step as his massive frame towered above the kneeling general like an enormous building. His weight created large footprints on the ground that seemed impossible for a human to make.
Ahn Dey trembled violently, his body shaking as if snow had suddenly rained down upon the battlefield. He looked around, and what he saw made him gasp for air as if the scene itself were suffocating him. Then, he cried so loudly that one might have mistaken him for a child.
Twenty thousand troops—a whole army of seasoned veterans and elites—had been wiped out. Bodies littered the field like small mountains. The brown earth was completely painted crimson, and blood poured over the ground like a flood.
Ahn Dey swept his gaze over the carnage, unable to believe his eyes, then looked back at Roy. The next instant, his vision went black.
Roy picked up one leg of each of the two unconscious generals and began dragging them toward the city like ragdolls.
The battle at the western gate ended as fast as it started, Zudrath City held its ground.