Winner Takes All

Timur felt a thunder striking down on him. He was in a daze.

He wouldn't have thought that this mission which could entice people to give up everything for the rewards would in the end returned him with such a response from the leader of the mercenaries! The chilly winds of winter was tearing through everything and the snow was raining down heavily.

When Timur came back to his senses, that leader was already hiding behind him.

He watched the battle field which had turned into a one-sided massacre and he saw terrified faces everywhere, and mercenaries throwing away their gears and armors.

Could one person... dominate the battle field in such a way?

He belonged to one of the hundred clans, and he was a business man belong to the Turks tribe, so of course he had heard of Zenith's stories about him destroying cities with just his own might. However, from his perspective, someone like Zenith was a God who descended upon the earth. There would never be a second man who could be like that!

Despite that, although the scene in front of his eyes didn't look like a one man beat down like what Zenith would do, it still held some resemblance!

Damn it!

Why would things turn out this way?

They had mustered the efforts of hundreds of people for this mission, yet why was the tide being changed just because of one man?

In order to ensure Achilles' death, he even made sure not to be languid and let down his guard, and he even assembled multiple troops of mercenaries just to make sure he could be killed without any room for error!

But he never imagined that Achilles, the former Chief Guard, was not the one who had turned the tides of the fight, instead it was an unknown soldier in the five-men group who had down that!

If he couldn't kill Achilles, that would mean the end of his deal with Shawn.

This would be the complete failure of their mission!

Humiliation, Indignance and Fury...

These emotions were swallowing Timur as he was on the verge of exploding.

He turned around suddenly and aimed the muffle of the gun at the leader's head and warned, "Run again and I will kill you here and now!"

His cold words seemed to squeeze themselves out of his teeth.

However, that leader didn't even reply him as he turned around without hesitation.

With a loud bang, the leader's head broken apart and blood began to gush out. His body froze for a second before stumbling into the snow.

"The almighty Wolf is upon the hundred races, and you have the honor to carry out mission in their names, yet you are abandoning your armors and running away. You are bringing shame to His name, and you don't deserve to stay alive on earth!"

Timur's twisted face was very ferocious and hideous, and he even looked like he was descending into madness. His gaze was a little unwary, "These good-for-nothing mercenaries couldn't shoulder this honorary mission at all. For the sake of the Wolf, I am able to sacrifice myself. All for killing Achilles... and as long as I do that, the mission can continue!"

However, just as Timur wanted to turn around, a roar almost shattered the sky itself.

In the heavens, there was an unusual wind.

Timur's face was aghast as he focused his eyes on the sky. Something was drawing an arc in the sky, and it was coming at him with a tremendous force. With a loud bang, the snow splashed up into air as something exploded in front of his eyes.

When the snow dissipated and vision became clear, Timur finally saw what was happening.

A thick and ominous Dragon Cavalry Sword seemed to be sticking into the ground. No, to be more precise, it was sticking into Timur's chest.

The huge impact had caused the whole ground to collapse and formed a dent, and Timur's body was now curled up in the hole.

The thick sword almost certainly destroyed his chest, and blood was shooting out of his chest like fountain.

The initially outrageous Timur now had no sign of life as he just stared at the sky with blank eyes.

The God of death suddenly just came to him without giving him any time to respond!

The killing in the battlefield never stopped!

Despite the fact that there were countless corpses piling up and those alive scrambling for their lives, but in the face of Jack who was a God of war and a killing mission churning out mountains of corpses, they were completely helpless. He was simply unstoppable!

Wherever he went through, the mercenaries would drop dead on the spot, so corpses would pile up behind Jack, and a stream of blood would be flowing right by his feet.

Achilles, Debut and Yarol were watching with shock, but they didn't feel nauseated by this scene at all.

This was the true face of a battlefield where death and life coexisted.

If they weren't mentally prepared and came to the battlefield even wanting to show mercy to their enemies, that would be the most cruel thing one could do to oneself. When faced with an enemy, there could be no room for mercy!

If Jack didn't go into a rampage and overwhelmed the hundreds of mercenaries here, Achilles and the others didn't need to think hard to imagine what would be the result. The scene they were watching now would be completely different.

"That person is really a fool. He was quite far way and Jack wouldn't reach there anytime soon, yet he shot his gun in the air to remind Jack that he was there."

Debut witnessed Jack throwing the Dragon Cavalry Sword which instantly killed Timur, and now he was watching the sword sticking out of his body far away and he couldn't help shaking his head dismissively. "Wait, where is Cole?"

All of a sudden, Yarol gasped.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His words caused Achilles and Debut's face to change drastically.

Just now, the whole battle field is in a killing turmoil, so they couldn't very well watch out for one another while they fought enemies.

Achilles had rushed first into the crowd and he was very effective. Since he was the former Chief Guard, nobody was worried about his safety.

Debut and Yarol formed a double-men team and they were able to hold their own at least.

With the beginning of Jack's rampage, the three of them could finally feel their pressure disappearing off their chest, but with Yarol's words, they immediately sought the crowd for Cole's figure.

"I remember that Cole has headed towards where Jack is. Could it be..."

Debut recalled a scene from just now and his face was drained of colors.

Achilles also nodded, "Cole did go in Jack's direction, and his war horse is still kneeling on the ground, but he..."

"Not good!"

The three of them exclaimed at the same time while they rushed towards Cole's horse.

When they passed through people, they could finally see more clearly.

The three of them finally saw the kneeling horse and they also saw Cole who was lying in a pool of bloody next to it. There were three horrendous wounds on his body.

"Cole!"

Achilles, Debut and Yarol all looked shocked as they rushed forth.

At that moment, they finally understood why Jack had gone into a rampage!

His friend was lying in blood, so Jack had snapped and gone crazy!

Jack's roars continued to shake the ground, as if an ancient beast had awaken.

Of course, in the ears of the mercenaries, they could imagine the doors of Hell opening and there were ghosts crawling out of the door towards them, wanting their very lives! He had turned the whole ground into mountains of corpses and blood wherever he passed through.

The mercenaries were no match for Jack, so they only knew to run at this moment. The mercenaries were sitting ducks waiting for Jack to take their lives if they had just waited.

It was a fact that when Jack first went into this state, his power even shocked Brent and the Mysterius Man!

As the king of assassins, Brent could only put up three moves in front of Jack!

And the Mysterious Man could only hold off Jack until he was exhausted by using some clever moves.

These mercenaries here could not even hold a candle towards Brent and the Mysterious Man. The gap in their abilities were like heaven and earth!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐