Rein raised his hand and pushed at the Warlord who was roaring. He was at least 50 to 60 meters away, but this distance made it impossible to feel any distance.
The snow that was blown into the sky by the violent 'Qi', covered the ground with a layer of soft cotton.
Lei Yin struck out with his palm and once again sucked out all the qi in his body. Every muscle in his body was working, constantly releasing the qi stored in his body, and the compressed qi gathered in his palm.
A 360-degree wave of air was pushed out from his palm, sweeping up the surrounding snow.
The pure white snow turned into a white mist, and a huge palm-shaped 'qi' was pushed out of the white mist. It passed through the ground, dragging a long ravine. Its target was naturally the little b * tch, the Overseer.
He was so happy that she had to pay attention to him.
The Imperial Warlord's six gods were thrown into chaos. He blinked his pig-like eyes, his fat body shook continuously, and his feet were like the hind legs of a frog. He jumped high into the air.
The large palm instantly reached him. This Imperial Overseer had lost more than a little weight before he died. He had been turned into a piece of meat by the large palm. The thin layer was simply like a photo.
With a smack, he flew far away, leaving a red trail on the ground.
Rein clapped his hands and looked back at the remaining soldiers.
"Oh…Mommy…"
"The, the Overseer is dead!"
"That damned fatty! I can't see him when I stand up. I'm a little chicken!"
In two minutes, the 1,000-man team had become a combat squad. The soldiers were naturally unable to endure such a shock. They could no longer endure the fear in their hearts and fled the scene one by one.
The last few soldiers were not killed. They were utterly defeated.
Rein smacked the corner of his mouth, walked to the captain, and lifted him up.
He shouted at the dying chiliarch,""Tell me, tell me everything you know, and I'll let you go.”
"If you are truly loyal to the Empire, I don't mind, but you must die. This isn't a game. I won't change anything because of your loyalty.”
After saying that, Rein loosened his grip and let the dying centurion fall to the ground, looking at him coldly.
A desperate wail drifted out of the chiliarch's mouth that was covered in ice and snow. He opened his eyes slightly, and the despair in his eyes was clear.
"The Empire's…"
Narrowing his eyes, Rein shouted at the thousand-man commander, who was slurring his words.
"Speak clearly. If you don't speak clearly, you'll die.”
The chiliarch shivered. He gritted his teeth and then puffed out his neck.
"To hell with the Empire's bullsh * t loyalty! 20 degrees northeast at 1 o'clock!!! They were all there! They set off three days ago! They had caused trouble for the son of a minister, so they had to die!”
Rein nodded. This result was not strange at all, but why would the Brutus tribesmen provoke the son of a minister?
Did they really think that they were the strongest in the world?
The dejected Brutus raised his head and revealed an angry expression. He had no idea where he got the strength from, but he grabbed a spiked club at his waist and smashed it down on the face of the chiliarch.
The weapons unique to a few foreign races displayed extreme power against humans. The spiked club was densely covered with hundreds of sharp awls. Brutus was worthy of being the number one brave man. His strength was at least three stone and three thousand jin, which was a terrifying number among the natives of the world.
The sharp awls turned into ferocious tools, smashing the chiliarch until he screamed in pain. There was not a single piece of intact skin on his face. It was as if his skin had been peeled off, and his entire face was a bloody mess.
"This is not our fault!" Brutus could not suppress his emotions at all. He shouted loudly,
"It's that damned child! The followers he brought with him had beheaded more than ten children in the clan!”
Tears rolled down from the burly man's eyes as he clenched his fists.
"I don't regret it! I really don't regret it! If I had another choice, I would do the same! If he hadn't run so fast, I would have smashed him into meat paste by now!”
Brutus transferred all his anger onto the chiliarch. He raised his rod and struck it with all his might. The chiliarch was turned into a pile of rotten meat by him. In the end, he was smashed into meat paste and left on the ground.
There was not even a single muscle fiber on it, and Brutus was already panting. His face was flushed red, and he said angrily,
"Please go back!"
Brutus 'eyes became determined. His every word was like steel balls falling to the ground. He was as strict as Zhang Fei.
"Now, I'm going to avenge my wife, daughter, and clansmen! Don't hinder me! Don't hinder me!"
Rein pulled out the Edgeless Sword that was stuck in the thick snow and kept it at his waist. He said calmly,""Your hatred has nothing to do with me. That's your business. But now, we have the same interests. I can help you kill 1,000 people for one piece of information about the super dangerous species.”
Brutus was stunned and looked at Rein angrily.
Ignoring the inexplicable anger, Rein paused and continued,"" Before that, you should bring me to your tribe. If you want to commit suicide, you can do so. I can try to find the Brutus who are still alive. I just need a guide to help me find the Super Peril Species.”
Brutus did not expect that his words would calm him down. He stared blankly at Rein and whispered,"
"Then, my daughter, I'll leave it to you.”
" When I left, she went out to hunt Peril Species alone. She's very special. Even in the extreme cold, she can still maintain her combat ability. Normally, she won't come back for less than a week.”
Brutus, whose brain was full of muscles, said in a low voice,""Even if I have no talent, I know how strong you are. So, please, protect her!”
" She is…Brutus 'hope, the child with the strongest fighting instincts, the successor of the next patriarch…"
Brutus stared at him with sincere eyes and said with a wry smile,""She's a great beauty. I hope you can cherish her.”
His gaze instantly became extremely complicated."According to the clan rules, every Brutus warrior must rely on themselves to survive.”
"Very good clan rules." Rein said.
Brutus, with a hint of disappointment in his voice, said,
"Damn the dogsh * t clan rules! If not for this rule, Brutus would have already multiplied into a large tribe of tens of thousands of people. If not for this rule, the dynasty's army would not have had this opportunity!”
Brutus sighed deeply, his words full of pride."Her name is Aiders. She has light blue hair like her mother…I'm proud of her, but I can't leave my wife behind.”
"I want to accompany her back to the embrace of the Snow Goddess. It has been three days. Even if we go now, the entire village will be destroyed.”
"Without the tribe, there is no meaning for me to exist as the tribe leader. I will leave everything to you.”
" Young powerhouse, may the Snow Goddess be with you. My child can also complete my role. She is a hunter above me and has a unique way to find Peril Seeds, so you don't have to worry that no one will complete your task.”
Rein did not intend to stop Brutus from committing suicide. As a warrior, the battlefield was the best place to return to. Being a hero who could take on a thousand enemies before he died was very fitting of Brutus 'identity.
This was an honor that could not be tarnished by others.
Brutus whistled again. Mayn could not understand what was happening. She only saw this bear-like uncle crying and saying a bunch of things to Rein.
Two sharp eagle howls came from the sky, accompanied by two snow-white figures. Snow Hawks with huge bodies landed beside the three of them.
Brutus closed his eyes, as if he was praying. He was determined to die, and all his life fuel turned into the simplest flames of struggle. He vowed to kill until the world turned dark and the seas dried up.
Riding on the Snow Eagle, Brewster soared through the sky at an extremely fast speed. They were not far from the Brutus tribe. After flying for only an hour, he could vaguely see the disgust rising in the sky from afar.
The gray smoke from the burning was, of course, coming from the direction of the Brutus tribe.
Brutus clenched his teeth. After spending two hours, they finally landed at the edge of the Brutus tribe.
There were fifty to sixty tents in the huge tribe, and a tall tower was placed in the center of the tribe.
Human tower.
The heads were arranged neatly in a square formation, and hundreds of headless corpses were piled up dozens of meters high.
Their bodies were covered in arrow wounds. Facing a large army, a small number of people charging forward would not be of any use.
The only outcome was to become a hornet's nest amidst the arrows. There were only a few corpses of the imperial soldiers around, and the scene of burning was everywhere.
Rein stood at the entrance of the village and nodded at Brutus. He pointed at the largest tent in the distance, surrounded by many imperial soldiers.
There were about a few hundred of them. At the edge of the tribe, the tents of the Empire's army could be vaguely seen, as well as the rising smoke from the chimneys.
The army that lacked siege weapons could not forcefully dismantle the tent that occupied hundreds of square meters. A large number of soldiers blocked the small door and continuously fought with a few warriors.
The blades were stained with coagulated blood, and the faces of the soldiers and warriors were all red. The moment Brutus looked over, the battle at the door came to an end. Soldiers filed in one after another, and a mournful cry soon came from the tent.
Brewster roared into the sky. His wife seemed to have died just now.
Brutus 'body began to twitch as he thought about what he had done along the way.
He had wasted time. Perhaps if he had not given up on himself on the road, his wife would not have died.
He had a spiked club and a machete on his waist. He roared like a barbarian as he rushed towards the tallest tent.
He sang a folk song that seemed to be a language unique to the foreign race. Rein nodded. A real warrior was enough to gain his recognition.
Rein wanted to give them a peaceful place, so he drew his Edgeless Sword.
He pulled Mayne along and quietly watched the Warrior walk the final step.
Brutus, who had a strength of nearly 3,000 pounds, roared and swung his spiked club forward. Every muscle on his body let out a hoarse roar as he smashed the head of a soldier who was caught off guard.
However, the uniform ironware taught this burly man what war was.
More than 20 people gathered together. The swords in their hands were like thorns in a thicket. There was no gap for Brutus to continue attacking.
Brutus waved his spiked club with tears streaming down his face. He relied on his strength of 3,000 pounds to forcefully split the swords apart. With a swing of his club, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the arms of more than ten soldiers of the dynasty were smashed into pieces.
He was like a god of war as he charged into the tent.
Just as he was smashing dozens of soldiers away, three iron swords stabbed into his back at the same time, causing three long and narrow arrows of blood to fly out. Brutus grunted, and his other hand pulled out the long sword at his waist and swept it backward!
The force of 3,000 pounds turned the sword in his hand into a divine weapon that could cut through metal. He cut off three arms holding three swords almost at the same time. He swung his spiked club at the same time and swept away the soldiers behind him who wanted to attack.
However, they were ultimately outnumbered.
There were a hundred soldiers around him. When he had killed about 30 people, the soldiers on the side had already replenished them and continued to attack the burly man.
An archer pulled out a strange-shaped arrow. Its arrowhead was very large, and there was a pinky sized vent on the side. The arrowhead was as thick as a stick and was clearly hollow.
He raised his head, drew his bow, and shot an arrow into the sky.
The arrow soared in the sky. Air was flowing rapidly in its hollow arrowhead, and a long and loud cry was called out from the arrowhead.
In response to the sharp sound, the surrounding dynasty's military camp instantly became noisy. Soldiers filed out of the camp and charged towards Brutus 'ruined camp.
However, Brutus was too brave. His strength of 3,000 pounds could be described as peerless. After pushing away more than 50 soldiers, he finally arrived inside the tent.
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