Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3230 Dealing with the Aftermath

"General, about what we found down there..." One of the Aerial Legion soldiers hesitated, his voice trembling, his pale face betraying the horrors he had witnessed.

Before joining the Aerial Legion, these soldiers had mostly performed menial tasks under the Gloam Division and had never ventured into its dungeon. Now that they have, what they found nearly made them vomit. The dungeon was filled with dark, dried blood, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of rust and decay. The pits were nearly filled with the bodies of civilians, their identities unrecognizable due to the brutality inflicted upon them.

Aelion said nothing, choosing instead to walk directly toward the dungeon.

As they descended into the dimly lit tunnel, the stench of rust and decay became overpowering. But Aelion's expression remained unchanged, his voice calm as he ordered, "Light the torches."

Immediately, several Aerial Legion soldiers ignited their torches, illuminating the entire passageway. The sight was sickening-blood splattered the walls and floor, a mix of dried and fresh stains creating a slippery surface underfoot.

"How many Gloam Division members are still at large?"

"According to the registry, there are still a few thousand members unaccounted for, sir, including the strategist, Rocco. The rest have been apprehended."

Aelion nodded slightly, his pristine white cloak gradually stained by the blood on the floor as he continued forward.

silence. Civilians, their bodies battered and broken, were strapped to wooden frames, barely able to lift their eyelids before

Legion soldiers, "Bring a doctor to save their lives if possible. Then, find out if they have any surviving family. If

gravity of Aelion's words weighed heavily on the soldiers, who

...

group was staying, his arms hanging limp and dislocated. Maurice, who had stayed up late, immediately rushed

arms, Maurice was shocked. "Mr. Zedler,

other wealthy merchants from their sleep, and they

nothing. I was injured

of some business.

dislocated.

possibly injure a

need to

his tone grave. "No doctor. My injury must remain secret. The one who hurt me was Aelion Tarian, the General-in-Chief of the Aerial Legion. His appearance is androgynous; if you ever encounter him, stay far away

merchants, a small, red-lit listening device was