Chapter 32

Chapter 7: Cannibalism Among Kin (7)

“Tzu, Tzibai!”

They lined up according to their ranks.

The fact that Tzibai, who was second in line, was taken down so easily...

“Pier!”

“Old man! What the hell is going on!”

“Fall back, you idiots! If you keep this up, you’ll die...!”

Ains tried to warn the scavengers, who were in shock at the sight of their comrades' severed heads.

But it was already too late.

Swish!

A blade fell from the sky beside Ains.

Chen (10) suddenly clutched his neck.

Gurgle.

He collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

And there,

Yeonwoo stood, wearing a white mask, and smiled coldly.

Whoosh!

“Gasp!”

“Damn!”

Yeonwoo spun his body and swung his greatsword wildly among them.

The creatures clutched their throats, spraying blood as they fell. The scavengers snapped out of their daze and tried to capture Yeonwoo.

But.

Bang!

Kan and Doyle, who had been waiting for an opportunity, lunged forward.

With the already disorganized formation, the scavengers were swept away by the combined assault.

“Stop them! Stop them, I said!”

Ains shouted in panic.

But with the battle turning into a chaotic melee, their chances of victory were almost nonexistent.

Yeonwoo rampaged like a wolf among sheep.

Blades flew from all directions, but his keen senses were not so easily deceived.

Yeonwoo deftly dodged the attacks, wielding his dagger to sever tendons and throwing his greatsword to pierce throats.

Kan and Doyle were no different.

Doyle moved to the side, detonating fire beetles in rapid succession, turning the chaos into even greater chaos. Kan, showing why he was called the Blood Sword, splattered blood with each swing of his blade.

It felt like a tidal wave sweeping over the city.

In the end, the scavengers, who had intended to hunt, became the hunted.

“Damn bastards...!”

Ains struggled to turn the tide.

But when he saw Kan right in front of him, he panicked and turned his sword forward.

Kan did not miss the opening.

Swoosh!

With a full-force swing, Ains' head flew into the air.

* * *

The scavengers, unlike their initial shock when they revealed themselves, fell into ruin in a disappointingly quick manner.

The reinforcements they had expected all appeared with their necks cut, and Ains, their leader, gave up his head too easily.

Their morale plummeted instantly.

In the end, the scavengers, realizing they had no chance of winning, began to drop their weapons and surrender one by one.

“I, I surrender! Please, please forgive me!”

“We were just dragged along by Ains. It's true. Please believe us!”

“R, right! We had to pretend to join to survive! But we never killed anyone, so please spare our lives...!”

They hoped for mercy from Kan and Doyle.

Despite having no special connection, the way they had taken responsibility for the slaves until the end. They thought that if they surrendered and dropped their weapons, they might at least save their lives.

But.

“What makes you different from Hargan?”

Kan asked coldly, looking at the kneeling scavengers.

“W, what?”

“What makes you different from Hargan, who engaged in cannibalism among kin, you bastards?”

“W-what... Gasp!”

Kan mercilessly