Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

Sunset on the plains.

This place is only 100 kilometers away from that meteorite crater.

The plain was now crowded with people.

five million.

This is the last line of defense that all nations of humanity have scraped together by emptying their coffers.

There were royal knights in heavy armor, militiamen with pitchforks, mercenaries temporarily recruited, and priests from various temples.

The flags blotted out the sky.

The sound of war drums shook people to their core.

The commander of the coalition forces was General Patton, an old man who had fought a lifetime of wars.

His palms were sweaty as he rode his warhorse.

He looked at the darkness ahead.

Black fog is spreading there.

"Don't be afraid!"

General Patton drew his sword and roared, trying to boost the morale of his soldiers.

"We have five million people!"

"Even a single spit from each of them could drown that demon king!"

"God is watching us! For our homes! For..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the black mist stopped.

It was just 500 meters in front of the two armies.

The black fog dissipated.

There wasn't the overwhelming sea of ​​the dead that I had imagined.

There were only two people.

Li Fan sat in a grand chair that seemed to have been moved from somewhere, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

Behind him stood that tall, dark figure.

The five million-strong army fell silent.

Everyone was staring at the two people.

Just the two of them?

Whom are you looking down on?

"He... he's drinking tea?"

A young soldier rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Li Fan blew on the foam on the teacup and took a sip.

"It's a little hot."

He put down his teacup, looked up, and gazed at the countless "people" covering the mountains and fields before him.

"Everyone's here."

Li Fan smiled.

"It saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

General Patton felt insulted.

He raised his sword and roared, "Li Fan! You demon! Today is your death day! The entire army..."

"Shhh."

Li Fan held up one finger.

"Don't rush to your death."

"I'm not hungry and I don't want to do it."

Li Fan leaned back in his chair and pointed to Eric behind him.

"Eric, go say hello to your old friends."

"Remember to be enthusiastic."

The black figure moved.

Eric gradually moved towards the Allied forces.

The Allied soldiers in the front ranks began to retreat.

That's Eric!

That was the idol they once worshipped, the hero who saved them from countless dangers!

Now, this hero, carrying a blood-dripping demonic sword, is walking towards them, emanating an aura more terrifying than the abyss.

"Lord Eric...?"

A knight captain in the front row shouted, trembling.

He was one of Eric's former subordinates, and had fought alongside Eric in battle.

"I'm Jack! Do you remember me? You bought me a drink at the bar last time..."

Jack dropped his shield in an attempt to awaken the hero's memories.

"Are you being controlled? Wake up!"

Eric stopped in his tracks.

He was standing only three meters away from Jack.

Those eyes, burning with ghostly flames, were fixed on Jack.

Heavy breathing came from under the helmet.

"Jack..."

A hoarse voice rang out.

Jack's face lit up with joy: "Yes! It's me! You recognized me, sir?"

"Run... faster..."

Eric's voice was trembling with tears.

Two lines of black, bloody tears streamed down his face and slid across his cold mask.

"Run...faster...ah!!!"

The final sound turned into a beastly roar.

That was a desperate scream.

Swish!

A flash of black sword light.

Jack's smile froze on his face.

His head flew up, spun a few times in the air, and then fell to the ground.

The headless corpse sprayed blood all over Eric.

Eric trembled as he held the sword.

He was crying.

The black tears of blood flowed incessantly.

He was shouting, "I'm sorry, run!"

But his hands were as fast as lightning.

Swish swish!

Several more sword strikes followed.

The soldiers standing next to Jack were instantly cut into pieces.

"No...don't..."

Eric rushed into the crowd while crying and wailing.

A tiger among sheep.

He is too strong.

The demigod's body, after being modified by Li Fan, was something these mortals simply couldn't withstand.

The longsword swept across a group of people, cutting them in half at the waist.

A powerful punch smashed the man and his shield into a bloody pulp.

"Aaaaaah! Why! Why did you kill me?!"

"Lord Eric! I'm your fan!"

"Help! Help me!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The most terrifying thing is not death.

It is the posture of a murderer.

The black-clad man, tears streaming down his face, slaughtered those he had sworn to protect like a mad dog.

This double impact instantly shattered the psychological defenses of the coalition forces.

"The devil... He's the devil..."

"He's not a hero! He's a monster!"

"Run!!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

The five million-strong army collapsed.

People in the front row ran to the back, and those in the back row were trampled.

The originally orderly formation instantly turned into a chaotic scene.

General Patton's eyes were bloodshot.

"No retreat! Supervisory team! Anyone who retreats will be killed!"

He brandished his longsword and cut down several deserters.

But it didn't work.

Just then.

A dark figure descended from the sky.

boom!

General Patton and his horse were trampled to the ground.

Eric stepped on Barton's chest, the demonic sword pressed against his throat.

"Killed...me..."

Eric watched as the ghostly fire flickered in Barton's eyes.

He was begging Patton to kill him.

Looking at that face streaked with blood and tears, Barton suddenly understood something.

"Poor thing..."

Patton gave a bitter laugh.

"You're worse off than dead."

puff.

The demonic sword pierced Barton's throat.

Eric looked up to the sky and roared.

far away.

Li Fan finished the last sip of tea.

He looked at the chaotic battlefield, at the five million "ingredients" trampling and fleeing each other.

"That's about it."

Li Fan stood up and stretched.

"Fear has become ingrained."

"It's time for the main course."

He snapped his fingers.

Rumble.

The earth cracked open.

Countless pale hands reached out from the ground.

That was the undead army that had been lying in ambush.

Three million undead from the capital surrounded the five million-strong allied army from all sides.

"Dinner is ready."

Li Fan said calmly.

The dead pounced on the living, tearing and pulling at them.

A few seconds after being bitten to death, the person will stagger to their feet and join the ranks of the dead, lunging at their former comrades.

The snowball kept getting bigger and bigger.

five million.

Four million.

Three million.

Fewer and fewer people are alive, and more and more are dying.

Blood stained the entire Sunset Plain red.

They converge into a river.

Li Fan stood on a high place looking at the system panel.

[World Sacrifice Progress 15.6%]

[Gained a large number of Soul Crystals.]

[Gained a large amount of resentment points.]

"Not enough."

Li Fan shook his head.

"That amount of energy is barely enough to pry open the door a little."

His gaze passed over the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and looked south.

There is a green forest there.

The Forest of Elves.

"I've heard that elves have very high-quality souls?"

Li Fan licked his lips.

"And it seems that the queen owes me a debt."

On the battlefield, Eric was still killing.

He's become numb.

Li Fan walked over and patted his armor, which was covered in bits of flesh.

"Eric is gone."

"The younger ones will clean this up."

"Let's go to the next stop."

"Go see your old flame, Sylvanas."

Eric's body stiffened.

But he was powerless to resist.

He could only follow behind Li Fan, like a vicious dog on a chain.

At sunset.

The two figures cast long shadows.

Behind him was the revelry of eight million dead.

The so-called Justice League?

Faced with absolute power and madness.

Really, they're incredibly vulnerable.