Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3197 Cathay Is My Backbone

Scenes like this didn't just occur in one village; they were replicated in countless others, turning them into living hells. Gloam Wing soldiers committed atrocities, burning, looting, and raping, even in front of fathers and husbands. They assaulted daughters and wives without restraint. At the same time, they greedily amassed wealth, even establishing an internal rule within Gloam Wing: half of the looted money was to be kept for themselves, thirty percent went to the commander, and the remaining twenty percent was handed over to the king. The Gloam Wing dungeons echoed with the sounds of despair. Villagers from various villages were bound to racks, and mercilessly whipped.

"Confess! Say that everything you did was on Matthew Larson's orders, and we'll let you go."

A young man, his dungeon uniform soaked in blood, hung limply from the rack, his eyes lifeless as he stared at the Gloam Wing soldier before him. With all the strength he could muster, he spat a mouthful of blood right into the soldier's face.

The Gloam Wing soldier's face darkened with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. But the young man showed no fear. In fact, he began laughing. "Hahaha! Fellow villagers, today, I, Lars Zuriel from Zurielville, will go ahead and pave the way for you!"

The Gloam Wing soldier, enraged by the young man's defiance, snarled, "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish." He picked up a wooden stake, positioned it against the young man's stomach, and drove it in with a hammer.

Pfft!

The young man coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it all over the Gloam Wing soldier. Yet, he seemed unfazed by the pain and continued to shout, "Hahaha! You think... cough... you think I have no backbone?"

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a title. It's a legacy that spans 5,000 years, the faith that resides in the hearts of all our people. You'll never understand

strength ebbed away, but it was enough. Before darkness claimed him,

of the villagers who had begun to waver. Suddenly, another voice, filled with pain but still strong, rang out, different yet somehow unchanged. "Laszlo Szabo of Cathay! I'll go ahead

Rainer Lehmann of Lehmannville, stand with you, my brothers and

to hurl insults. "You b*stards, I'm done playing with you! Wait for me, brothers. I'm

the dim, oppressive dungeon. Though they couldn't see each other, it

could glimpse one another through that

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were originally from Cathay, having left their homeland for various reasons. But they

darkness of the dungeon,

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