Chapter 1519 Unable to resist the massacre

"Sleeping soundly." The ghostly voice of Musca Becky, one of the Knights of God, echoed faintly in the darkness of the Revolutionary Army barracks. Like a demon from hell, she appeared silently, each step akin to the rhythm of death.

She stood in the corner of the barracks, looking at the sleeping revolutionary soldiers, with a harmless smile on her face, but that smile looked particularly strange in the darkness, like a poisonous poppy.

The next second, something strange happened. Threads, like living venomous snakes, darted out from between her fingers and pierced the body of a nearby soldier with pinpoint precision. The threads shimmered with a cold light, looming in the darkness like the tentacles of death.

The soldier was suddenly awakened by a sharp pain while sleeping. He opened his eyes and saw his comrade Azan looking at him in horror. His eyes were full of despair and fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"What's wrong, Azan?" the soldier asked in a daze. Before he could react, his hand seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and swung down uncontrollably.

"Puff!" With a crisp sound, blood spurted onto his face like a fountain. The warm touch instantly woke him up. He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

"What's wrong! Azan!" He shouted in horror, trying to break free from the invisible control, but his body was completely out of control.

"Ahzan!" he cried again, his voice filled with despair. Azan collapsed to the ground, the wound on his neck gaping like a gaping maw, gushing blood. Azan's eyes glared at him in terror, as if begging for help. His body twitched twice before he died.

"What's going on! Azan! Azan!" The soldier who had killed someone was already terrified, tears streaming down his face as he screamed in despair. His voice echoed in the barracks, but no one responded. Only endless fear and despair filled the air.

At this moment, Becky's voice, which sounded like coming from the abyss of hell, came faintly from behind him: "Dolls can't be so loud." The voice was icy cold, as if carrying an endless breath of death.

The soldier was utterly terrified. He desperately tried to turn around and see the speaker's face, as if that was his last remaining wish. However, fate was incredibly cruel to him. Suddenly, a thread as thin as a finger pierced his throat like lightning! The thread, carrying a sharp murderous intent, instantly pierced through his lifeline.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing shocking arcs in the air, and then the soldier's body fell straight to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. Becky retracted the silk thread expressionlessly, as if she had just done something insignificant.

By that time, with the dim light overhead, I could see clearly that the entire barracks had become a living hell. Corpses lay scattered across the ground, some twisted, others unrecognizable. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls, the ground, and the tents a glaring red, emitting a sickening stench.

"All the dolls here are dead. Let's go find a few more somewhere else." Becky left humming the weird yet cheerful nursery rhyme. The song echoed in the silent military camp, as if it was the call of the god of death. Only corpses were left on the ground, telling of the tragedy that had just happened.

Elsewhere, Beru walked the streets alone, like a cold-blooded killer. His eyes shone with murderous intent, as if the entire world were his prey. When he encountered patrolling soldiers, he attacked without further ado, killing them instantly. His movements were clean and precise, each strike packing a deadly punch. The soldiers fell at his feet before they could even scream.

Soon, he arrived at the revolutionary army's headquarters in this small town. "This is it," Boru muttered to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow rushed towards him like a ghost!

"Zan Yue!" A soft shout, like the sentence of the god of death. A warrior, holding a sword in both hands, slashed down at Boru in mid-air! The sword flashed with a cold light, with a sound of breaking wind, as if it would split Boru in half.

Boru snorted disdainfully, as if he were looking at a clown. His right arm instantly transformed into a beast, and scales reflecting a metallic luster quickly covered his right shoulder. The scales were extremely hard, like natural armor.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, the warrior's attack was easily blocked by Beru. The knife slashed against Beru's scales, sparks flew, but failed to cause him any harm. Beru stood there, motionless, his eyes full of provocation and contempt.

The warrior immediately changed his moves, slashing at Boru with the long sword in his hand like a whirlwind! The blade flashed with cold light, and every swing was filled with fierce killing intent. "Dangdangdang!" The sound of metal clashing exploded in the air, and sparks flew everywhere.

Boru stood there, like an unshakable mountain, easily blocking all attacks. His right arm, transformed into anthropomorphic and incredibly hard, its scales gleaming with a metallic sheen. The samurai's sword slashed at it, leaving only a shallow mark.

Seeing how powerful Beru was, the warrior was filled with fear and quickly retreated, trying to gain distance and launch another attack. His steps were hurried and his eyes were full of panic.

"You're done, it's my turn!" Boru let out a low roar, stomped his right foot on the ground, and a crack appeared in the ground instantly. The whole person rushed out like a cannonball!

Before the warrior could even stand firm, Boru had already rushed in front of him like a ghost. The speed was so fast that the warrior had no time to react.

"No!" the warrior shouted with his eyes wide open, his face filled with horror, his voice filled with despair. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had a premonition of his own death.

The next second, Boru's fist blasted out with overwhelming force, smashing the warrior's head in one blow! The head resembled a smashed watermelon, blood mixed with brain matter and other substances spraying into the air, forming a bloody mist. Along with the corpse, it was sent flying like a kite with its string cut!

The corpse smashed directly into the building of the base in front of him. With a loud "bang", the entire glass window shattered into pieces in an instant, and glass fragments flew everywhere like snowflakes.

But strangely, despite the loud noise, no one appeared. The entire base camp seemed like a deserted city, with an eerie silence. The air was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching everything from the darkness.

Boru looked coldly at the seemingly solid structure before him, as if examining an ant about to be crushed. The next second, a ball of intensely blazing flames swirled wildly in his mouth, like a long-imprisoned dragon finally freed from its bonds.

"Heat breath!!!" Boru roared, earth-shattering. A terrifying flame, like a volcanic eruption, instantly tore through the buildings ahead. Everything in its path was devoured, including dozens of houses behind, reduced to ash in the raging flames. Blazing tongues of fire devoured every inch of space, and thick smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring it.