Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 521 - 289 Stand Up!_2

If we only talk about strength, their overall combat power is much less than that of the Giant Troll Suicide Squad enhanced by the Great Sin of Wrath.

But when facing the enemy, the willpower they display far exceeds that of armies of the same power level.

The Tunis Knight Commander coldly said, "Witnessing your deaths is one of the means to maintain peace in Tunisia, but we cannot entrust the future of Tunisia to you trolls."

"We will personally witness the anomalies occurring on the Giant Plain and the enemy hidden behind them, shedding every last drop of blood to pave a path for reinforcements to Tunisia."

Even if that path is paved with their corpses.

At this moment, the Giant Commander was suddenly moved; he finally understood what felt wrong before.

This is a unit that, holding the belief of certain death, came to the Giant Plain only after drinking a parting cup.

They may come from all corners of the Hundred Battle Legion of Tunisia, and the Tunisians had informed them in advance that this was a journey to hell.

Yet, these battle-hardened veterans gathered together for the same goal.

...They, like the trolls, are also a suicide squad.

The Giant Commander couldn’t help but let out an earth-shaking laugh.

Under the blessing of the Great Sin of Wrath, he had successfully evolved into a Demigod, the strongest being present.

"Indeed, worthy adversaries over these thousands of years."

"It turns out you never believed from the beginning that we trolls could survive the conspiracy."

The Tunis Knight Commander laughed heartily, "It’s just that we’ve seen such cases in history, the thousand-year schemes of the Four Gods of the Abyss, breaking the game isn’t that easy."

"You have to at least tell us what kind of enemies exist on this land."

He looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand, "Now at least we know a bit... our guess was correct."

Louis quietly watched the scene, feeling somewhat upset for some reason.

Beside him, Olivia gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "This is war."

Louis nodded, then derided himself, "And it’s a train headed straight to hell."

"Louis, even knowing this journey leads to hell, do you still want to stand by their side to witness their deaths?"

Louis looked up at the sky as if it were being dyed red with blood.

This combat unit is not actually large in number, compared to the massive armies of millions from his past homeland known for large-scale warfare; sheer quantity alone would be overwhelming.

But... this is an Extraordinary Legion, and an elite one at that.

Ordinary heroes at their peak possess combat power akin to catapults, capable of dealing cannon-like damage with a punch or kick.

And exemplary figures can be called mobile missiles, though armed with conventional warheads and not wielding the terrifying power of mushroom bombs, they require no loading time, no logistics, and can dash across the plains at near jet plane speeds.

In terms of mobility and destructiveness alone, the havoc this legion could wreak on land could be described as cataclysmic.

Infiltrating a city, they might turn a large city into a collapsed ruin in just a dozen minutes.

Not to mention, this team also contains legends above the exemplar level, even Demigods.

Legends capable of inflicting nuclear explosion-like damage at will are enough to demonstrate the concept of a natural disaster.

Faced with the Demigod’s full firepower, it would be an apocalypse in his past life.

Given more time, it could completely destroy the entire Blue Star, as existing technology cannot harm such beings.

Normally, they should be so powerful that even Louis cannot comprehend them.

Yet in this war, their only value of existence is to march towards death.

"Then use your eyes to see, witness our roar spanning thousands of years."

The Giant Commander laughed, "To meet madmen like you on the road to destruction is quite interesting."

The Knight Commander snorted, "Right back at you."

The Giant Commander turned to look at Louis:

"Mr. Mayer, awaken them, or our troops will be scattered at this rate."

The Tunis Knight Commander looked at Louis strangely, not knowing what he was up to.

He actually guessed that this man and the Second Princess of Ense had a way to leave the battlefield directly.

He didn’t really believe that the people of Ense would go to a bloody end with them.

But seeing what the Giant Commander said, it seemed that the Giant Demon Tribe had reached some agreement with this great merchant.

While everyone was still resting, they suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from the horizon.

This aura was approaching at a very fast speed.

Just as they were preparing to be alert and launch a counterattack, they saw the figure of that aura.

It was Limuru, a demon beast raised by Mr. Mayer.

They put down their weapons when Limuru came before them, making strange sounds to Louis, then Louis said:

"Let everyone out."

"Limu Limu!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Limuru spat on the ground, revealing thousands of corpses, those of trolls and Tunisians.

Excluding those corpses that couldn’t be completely pieced together, Limuru had brought almost everyone else back.

"Let’s begin, sir."

Louis stood up and sighed deeply at the corpses:

"I’m sorry, and then..."

"Stand up."

As his words fell, endless shadows spread out, devouring all the troll corpses.

Under the shocked gaze of the Tunis Knight Commander, the corpses turned into shadows, merging into the surrounding darkness.

The power of shadows spread, and anomalies of black and red emerged slowly from Louis’s shadow.

"This, this is!!!"

Their bodies transformed into shadows, like creatures of darkness, clearly the devoured trolls.

The Tunis Knight Commander hesitantly said, "This is blasphemy."

The Giant Commander calmly replied, "This is a choice made by all the suicide squads; Mr. Mayer’s shadow power gives us the possibility to maintain our peak power."

"And we shall be an immortal unit, a group of wraiths crawling from hell, to confront them..."

The giant pointed toward the next area they needed to conquer. Even from far away, he sensed a malicious and filthy aura emanating from there.

"To take revenge on the abyss."

Louis quietly watched the trolls stand up once again; the authority of shadows granted them the power they had at their peak during their lives, and Louis, adhering to his agreement with the Grand Chief, preserved their consciousness from when they were alive.

They all kneeled in unison, offering Louis the highest respect of the Giant Demon Tribe.

Then turned to integrate into the Giant Troll Suicide Squad.

The Tunis Knight Commander quietly watched this scene, then suddenly said to Louis:

"Mr. Mayer, is there a way to turn these shadow creatures back into corpses?"

Louis replied indifferently, "I’ve already agreed with the Grand Chief on this matter. Once this battle is over, I’ll grant them release."

The Knight Commander muttered, "I see... then, can you make them stand up too?"

The Knight Commander pointed to the corpses Louis had gathered.

Louis said, "I collected them to eventually take them back to Tunisia, to at least let their souls return home."

"Besides, you and the trolls are different. I’ve reached an agreement with the trolls beforehand, and the Giant Troll Suicide Squad recognizes this approach."

"But as for them... I haven’t consulted their opinions yet."

"Then consult them now." The Knight Commander’s side suddenly saw a mage emerge and say, "Awaken them and let them choose."

Only then did Louis realize that the captivating legendary mage who had previously been following the Prime Minister Duke had somehow infiltrated the Knight Order.

Gazing at the double-handed sword he gripped in one hand, Louis fell into deep thought.

Another Lord Gandalf?

As he pondered this, a light flashed across the venue.

The mage drew out each dim soul from the knights’ corpses.