Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3144 Kill to Stop Killing

Gadel gazed at the battlefield's grim scene, a look of anguish crossing his face. These warriors were all citizens of Montiria, yet here they lay, casualties of an absurd conflict. Clenching his fists, he shouted, "I'm Gadel, the sixth prince of Montiria. To all Montirian soldiers, I command you to stop!"

But on a battlefield, his voice was a whisper in a hurricane. Even if a few soldiers heard, they might just ignore him.

As Gadel watched the continued chaos, a new resolve hardened in his eyes-a resolute determination, the mark of a true leader. Gripping the Eagle Sword tightly, he raised it once more. If you won't listen to reason, then let violence be the arbiter. Meanwhile, Matthew moved like a force of nature, cutting down anyone in his path. His clothes were drenched in blood, his handsome face streaked with crimson, and his sheer ferocity cast a shadow of dread over soldiers within 100 yards. As he slashed through dozens more Montirian soldiers, the blood sprayed across his face, giving him the appearance of a fearsome Grim Reaper.

Meanwhile, on the summit of Basha's Sacred Mount, Lucius stood with a commanding presence.

Behind him, the disciples of Basha's Sacred Mount were assembled and ready. Each face beamed with excitement. The Sacred Mount must not be insulted; only blood could repay such an offense.

"Mr. Lucius, there's a battle at the rear of the Montirian army," a disciple reported, bounding up the mountain to Lucius.

of Basha's Sacred Mount, descend the mountain,"

instant, hundreds of thousands of disciples

was now caught in a pincer attack, completely losing

could finally see the military camp ahead. Cutting down another enemy, he raised his voice to the heavens and cried out, "Montiria's camp

at the military camp, Iris frantically packed her belongings. All she needed was to make it back to Montiria, and she would be safe.

and nail!" a minister reported, rushing into the tent to update Iris on the dire situation. All the ministers lowered their

head of the table, her disheveled hair framing her face and her

bragged about

So,

she spat, glaring at the silent ministers and generals below. She swept everything off the table in a fit of rage.