Chapter Seven: Betrayal

Under the blazing light that resembled broad daylight, Mendita still held the sharp edge of his sword poised at the neck of the fourth boundary soldier, indifferently observing everything around him. Several strands of seemingly tangible flames silently danced along the edge of the blade, occasionally erupting into clusters of minute yet intense starlight

"Yes, my lord, no one dares to question your supreme authority," said a petite figure in a blue robe, her voice clear and melodious, yet she was a woman. Several tiny points of light flickered to life in her hand, darting swiftly to surround Mattis.

"Yes, my lord, I was only thinking of not causing you any trouble; it was my overthinking." Mathis chuckled, his face full of servility.

Within a distance of no more than five zhang, a disabled veteran was moving his muscular body, forcefully breaking the last beam that was tied around his ankle, and he charged over here with a low growl

Matisse nodded repeatedly, carefully cradling the boots that the major had extended towards him, and began to lick them like a dog. The region experienced very little rainfall, leaving the ground dry and dusty. The surface of Modalu's boots was already covered with a thick layer of dirt, making it impossible to discern their original color. Matisse knelt with bent legs, his body hunched over, slowly and meticulously licking every inch of the leather. Perhaps due to dust choking his trachea, he suppressed a cough, and his youthful face turned a deep shade of red. Matisse knelt with bent legs, his body hunched over, slowly and meticulously licking every inch of the leather. Perhaps due to dust choking his trachea, he suppressed a cough, and his youthful face turned a deep shade of red

Matisse's eyes twitched imperceptibly as he forced a smile and said, "Boss... why not advise the brothers? Dying like this is not worth it."

Kamelei's grim smile belied the blazing light igniting in his eyes: "You lot... very well, let us go together to the underworld, where we shall seek the second Bianyun!"

Master, these individuals truly overestimate themselves! Even if they manage to break free from their restraints, before you, they are nothing but lambs to the slaughter! Mathis sighed deeply, as if the burning lives around him evoked a sense of regret. Of course, this slight feeling of peculiarity was also a consideration from his position as the new master.

Due to the expansion and compression of internal inflammation, the skin and muscles on one side of his face had completely shattered. A large, swollen eyeball had been forced out of its socket, grotesquely hanging to the side of his nose, swaying incessantly with the rise and fall of his body. The veteran had only one arm; from the moment his forearm broke free from the "Divine Restraint," it bent back at an unimaginable angle, the sharp, pale broken bone piercing through the muscle, spreading outward from the arm like the limb of some mutated beast.

The mages were all greatly shocked, almost unable to believe their own eyes. Like the major general, they anticipated betrayal in a desperate situation, yet they had not fathomed the heart of a man in such dire straits

After killing one person, Mathis continued to weave through the piles without a moment's pause. The crisp sound of "ka ka" suddenly intensified, and nearly ten more border soldiers fell at his hands. Among these individuals were both maimed veterans and robust men with all their limbs intact. As life faded away, the brilliant radiance on their arms gradually disappeared without a trace, and their expressions became increasingly frozen. There was no fear; instead, there was only anger and sorrow. As life faded away, the brilliant radiance on their arms gradually disappeared without a trace, and their expressions became increasingly frozen. There was no fear; instead, there was only anger and sorrow.

Matisse's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly: "My lord..."

"Let him go," the Major General said, waving his hand with an air of superiority. Whether it was the souls of the enemies or the bodies of the noblewomen from the capital, the feeling of conquest always brought him pleasure

I have little patience; those who are clear-minded should know how to express their loyalty to the general. Mendita's voice was cold and low, his figure twisted eerily in the flickering firelight, resembling a demon

Modalu nodded arrogantly: "Not bad! What should I have you do next?"

"What do you want to do?" Modalu said calmly

Oh? It's you? After clearly seeing the person's face, Modalu was somewhat taken aback.

The major general looked at him with some surprise and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless when it comes to killing... 'The God of War's Death Pact.' A group of self-righteous fools! Do they really think that with their meager level of low-tier fire energy, they can break free from the binding spells of the court magicians? It's simply laughable to the extreme!

A fierce golden light, rising from the fierce wind and the books, instantly struck above his head, suspended and unmoving. A few strands of hair were stirred by the airflow, sweeping across the trembling edge of the flames, silently breaking off and falling down.

Mendita paid no heed, coldly surveying the people around Bianyun, and said: "Every person in the Bianyun Fortress is already dead on the imperial military roster. But your homes remain, and your loved ones are living healthily. As long as you can walk out of here alive, you can reunite with them. The greatest dream you have always held is now right before you; all you need to do is give up some trivial things to grasp it in reality." He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Do not tell me you do not care! On the contrary, you tremble even in your dreams, fearing that you may never see this moment in your lifetime!" The greatest dream you have always held is now right before you; all you need to do is give up some trivial things to grasp it in reality. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Do not tell me you do not care! On the contrary, you tremble even in your dreams, fearing that you may never see this moment in your lifetime!"

You did well! Modalu waved his hand with a prickly demeanor and said with satisfaction: As long as one is smart enough to know what the master likes and dislikes, even a dog can live better than a human.

Mendita finally changed color, shocked, and said: "Are you... committing suicide?"

Modalu let out a faint sneer, showing no intention of stopping. In his heart, aside from a hint of surprise, there was more disdain. The low-level, almost fragile flame energy—what could it possibly achieve, even if it activated the "God of War's Death Pact"?

Oh? It seems that your courage has grown today. Mendita lowered his gaze to Saka, expressionless as he rested the blood-stained broad sword on his thin shoulder. Isn't it better to hide behind your father?

Kamelei's gaze swept over the faces of all the brothers he could see. Each one looked back at him with a resolute and determined expression, showing no fear

Kameray remained silent for a long time, then hoarsely spoke: "Matthis is right, brothers, I want you to live. No matter what, please survive"

Kamrei gasped heavily, lowering his head, his leopard-like eyes filled with deep pain. Saka, puzzled, raised his face, glanced at his father, then looked towards Mendita, who was stubbornly holding a blood-stained blade not far away, and finally fixed his gaze on the strangely behaving Matisse. The completely unfamiliar people, the bloody and murderous scene, everything felt like a bizarre nightmare. Yet this dream, as simple as he was, remained incomprehensible to him. The completely unfamiliar people, the bloody and murderous scene, everything felt like a bizarre nightmare. Yet this dream, as simple as he was, remained incomprehensible to him.

Matisse stepped back half a step, gazing at his arm, which was poised in the air like a blade of light, and said in a panic: "You misunderstand, my lord! I only wish to deal with a few unseeing fellows for you, right now!"

Modalu's expression shifted slightly: "Oh? It seems you are eager to demonstrate your loyalty to me! Very well, go ahead and do what you must! I am quite curious to see what kind of amusement a lowly and shameless person like you can bring me"

Although the words are commendable, the idea that they wish to break free from the 'shackles of the divine' is simply more far-fetched than an ant attempting to pull a cart Modalu's voice, tinged with a sense of pride, suddenly halted as he fixed his gaze ahead, and under the weight of inexplicable shock, the muscles in his face began to twitch involuntarily

Matisse's expression grew increasingly humble: "Yes, I will certainly keep your words firmly in my heart. From today onwards, I shall be your most loyal servant..."

Several blue-robed mages remained silent, with no one moving

Like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, a brief stir erupted among the ranks of new soldiers. Even the several statue-like indifferent blue-robed figures exchanged astonished glances with one another. In the face of death, this group of dark, robust men, fierce as beasts, possessed such iron-willed and sincere emotions! Could it be that life had become something they could casually discard in laughter and jest?

Modalu was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I didn't expect you to be such a sycophant! Hmm, I believe I just heard you say that you are willing to carry out any of my commands? Very well! An obedient hound is the one that earns the master's favor. Now, let me see if you are qualified to be a good dog. Come, clean it for me, and make sure it shines!"

Sir, these individuals have all activated the 'God of War Death Pact.' I fear there may be unnecessary troubles, so I have dealt with them accordingly. " Mattis returned to Modalu's side and said respectfully

Responding to him, it is a prayer recited in a low voice. Moreover, a cluster of intense flames bursts forth in succession

Modalu's expression turned cold as he looked at Kamray and said淡淡地道: "To be frank, Captain, I do not wish to kill all the soldiers of the Border Cloud. There is one crucial point: you must die, so that they may have the possibility of becoming my people. The question is, how many intelligent individuals are there, like this dog beside me?"

The transformation that seemed like two different people did not confuse Modalu for long. As a soldier who had emerged countless times from the battlefield of life and death, he firmly believed that killing could destroy anything, including human faith and will.

Although dying is not particularly enjoyable, it is still nice to walk together with my brothers Another man nonchalantly remarked It's a pity that until now, I still do not know what a woman feels like

A silence as profound as death, with no one speaking. The night wind blows in, and the flames grow dim and flicker, resembling a series of desolate, swaying hearts

Mendita, who had been silent for a long time, glanced at the faintly pale face of the major general. Suddenly, he strode forward to Kamray, his arm just beginning to rise, but was blocked by a small figure.

Matisse, with a face full of gratitude, lowered his head and took a few steps back, then walked straight to a bound soldier of the edge cloud. With a grim expression, he reached out and grasped the soldier's neck. After the brittle sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking erupted, the man opened his eyes wide in anger, his head gradually tilting to one side, and the golden flames that had just surged on his arms quietly extinguished

In a moment of uncomfortable silence, Modalu's expression darkened: "Although you are not affiliated with the military, this is not the capital; it is a frontline fortress! When Medibul is not present, the court magicians must also heed my command!"

The border soldiers silently watched his actions, and no one was willing to utter even half a word of reproach. The hot blood within these rugged men had, at that moment, completely cooled.

Go ahead! Eliminate them all!

The ferocity and suspicion displayed by Matis during the daytime confrontation left a profound impression on the major general. However, the beast that once eagerly craved the taste of fresh blood is no longer present. What remains is merely a pale-faced, weak human, whose teeth are clashing violently.

The white beam that bound Matis has melted away like snow in an instant. He slightly moved his numb and stiff wrist, bowed his head, passed through the densely erected wooden stakes, and knelt before Modalu, trembling as he spoke: "My lord, please forgive my earlier disrespect. From now on, I am willing to do anything you command. I will point out every single crime committed by the squad leader without omission. Please... no, I beg you, do not kill me"

Sagar努力张开双臂, his small eyes filled with anger: "You must not harm my father, you must not harm my uncles again, I will kill you!"

Soon, the other boot of Modalu also became glossy and black under the staining of saliva. Matisse wiped the mess from the corner of his mouth and looked up with a flattering smile, "My lord, are you satisfied?"

A man beside him shouted sternly, "Boss! My life, everyone's life, including that bastard's life, was all saved by you from the jaws of the demon beast. Dying now is already a profit!"

"You are right. Every night when I go to sleep, I dream of my old mother. I miss home; I am almost going crazy with longing!" A thin, dark-skinned veteran from the border region, with bloodshot eyes, said hoarsely with a laugh: "But I would never betray my brothers. Mendita, you bastard, if you want to die quickly, just take that broken sword away from little Saka's neck! You should know that in the border region, no one has ever laid a finger on him!" Mendita, you bastard, if you want to die quickly, just take that broken sword away from little Saka's neck! You should know that in the border region, no one has ever laid a finger on him!

The howl of wolves echoed, and flames of intense brilliance erupted from the bodies of nearly every soldier of the Border Cloud. They bared their teeth and roared, completely disregarding their own capacity for endurance, only frantically enhancing the fiery energy surging within them. Parts of their skin, muscles, and even bones burst apart under the immense and terrifying tension, with the fiery energy shooting out like fire serpents from the cracks. Pain and death were of no concern to anyone. The people of Border Cloud have never understood what suicide is; all they know is to fight desperately in the face of despair.