Chapter 693: The Weak Do Not Have Rights (1/2)
After a few moments of silence, the Battle Masters began to nod with voices of agreement as they gazed at the distant village.
With wooden fences made from ordinary blackwood, cut and chiseled down into shape with primitive techniques, there was nothing distinctly impressive or extraordinary about the demon village at a glance.
It was just ordinary and simple, like most regular human villages.
Even so, it was not a reason for the Battle Masters to underestimate the demons while trespassing in their territory.
”What this person said has a point. If we cannot overcome a single village here, what chances do we have against the demons in the secret realm?” a High-rank Battle Master spoke.
”Right,” another High-rank Battle Master nodded and said, ”We've only killed lone stragglers so far. This does not tell us much about the demons' strength. Only by challenging a group of demons will we have a clear understanding.”
”Let's make it quick then,” an Extremity-rank Battle Master from the Battle God Palace nodded with a frown before turning Young Zion, ”What do you think, Young Master?”
”Since it's decided, let's do it. But like you said, we don't have a lot of time. Once the secret realm fully opens, we will not be able to enter if we are not at the designated location,” Young Zion stated.
As the most influential power in the Infertile Plains, the Battle God Palace had unwittingly assumed leadership of the entire group.
”Kill them swift.”
”Don't give them a chance to retaliate.”
Once the Battle Masters received permission, they immediately charged into the demon village with lightning speed for speedy extermination.
At that moment, there were not more than 500 hundred horned demons inside with distinct human features—or rather, they looked no different from other humans if their horns were excluded from the assessment.
They were just tending to their everyday lives, working menial jobs around the home like fetching water, fixing dust nets, repairing broken roads, and bartering with each other for daily necessities and essentials.
However, everything immediately changed when the Battle Masters swooped in for the kill, plunging the entire village into chaos and despair as startled cries of fear and sorrow echoed outward.
”Ahhh, please stop—!”
”Noo, don't kill me—!”
As the rest of the Battle Masters overheard the screams of women and children from outside, they began to question their moral values.
Evidently, the demons were evil, but why do they feel like they were the truly evil people in this case?