"It's all fake, all of it!"
With the collapse of their beliefs, many young and impassioned soldiers let out hysterical screams.
Questasa's expression was one of sorrow; no less devastated than these crumbling soldiers.
As the situation grew increasingly chaotic, Lu Hong, clad in a blood-colored battle robe and wielding the Blood Holy Sword, stepped forward.
He slammed down the Holy Sword with great force, and the heavy sound was hard to ignore.
Seeing the soldiers turning their gaze toward the source of the noise, Lu Hong's face was stern as he shouted, "What are you all doing?!"
Dressed in their blood-colored military attire, the soldiers of the Blood-colored Divine Might Army were stunned.
"Lord Divine Might Duke?"
