In the blink of an eye, the 'Transcendent Saint Warrior' disappeared in front of their eyes, and they looked around in panic, but they couldn't catch the figure of the Saint Warrior.

"Villain, look at me!"

But at this moment, they suddenly heard a loud shout coming from in front of them, and when they subconsciously looked, they saw the holy warrior directly!

Grush, sword in both hands, charged sideways, and let out a loud shout at those in front of him.

He didn't bother to use sneak attacks, even if they couldn't keep up with him.

He is so pedantic, so stubborn, but only then does he think it is 'justice'!

If he encounters an enemy who can't win without using a sneak attack, he will use a sneak attack, because that's when he saves the world, and he can't afford to lose.

He believed that if he died in the face of that kind of enemy, someone would continue to follow him until that enemy was killed.

But if you can't die, who wants to die?

Grush can give his life for justice, but he will never waste his life in order to stick to some bottom line that he does not need to adhere to.

But now these villains in front of him are nothing more than that, there is no need for him to sneak attack, so why does he still do such a despicable act.

Seeing Grush's sudden appearance in front of him, the young man, who was also wearing a sheep's coat, was stunned, he was frightened by the loud roar just now, and he hadn't fully reacted.

This is a young man, a young man who is fighting back then, but why would he do evil things?

Grush didn't know, and this was not what he wanted to know, and his job was to send them to their deaths, so that the Grim Reaper of the underworld would judge them for their crimes.

The holy warrior swung the long sword in his hand, and the blade cut through the cold wind, slashing at the young man's body with great force, splitting him in two!

"Ah!!h

The young man's body was cut off at the waist, but he was not dead, and before he died, he felt pain, so he began to scream and wail.

His screams startled the others and woke them up from the roar.

When they came to their senses, they subconsciously looked and only saw those eyes, those eyes full of violence!

Even the flames burning on the blades of the swords, the blooming flames could not hide the brilliance of those eyes, so they could see them.

"No!

Grush stepped forward and swung his sword again, the cold blade slicing through a man's neck again, and the thug standing behind the man was drenched in blood, and immediately let out a scream full of fear.

He waved the scimitar in his hand wildly, and the heart of steel that had been cultivated through killing was completely shattered in this moment.

Grush didn't look at him, but stood there and took a deep breath, and the divine light began to converge on the blade.

He turned his gaze back to the thugs, and found that they were still in place, not fleeing, not attempting to attack, as if they had been frightened.

The red light emitted from their bodies was so dazzling, and among them, there were teenagers who looked even more immature than the two young people he had just stunned, but what bloomed on those teenagers was the bewitching 'Evil Flower'.

The paladin gave them a wry smile.

"Break-Evil-Slash!"

The next moment, the melancholy in his heart turned into killing intent, although those teenagers were young, this was by no means a reason for him to let them go.

If they can kill people now, what about in the future?

The people in front of them were not only men, but also women, but the evil light on them made no difference.

Gender, age, these are not the reasons for Grush to let them go, he will not let go of anyone present!

The light swept over the bodies of several people, leaving their heads out of their bodies and causing them to spill their blood, Grushh now looked more like a villain than the enemies in front of him.

Boom!

The strength of the sword was exhausted, and a man in front of Grush blocked it.

Grush looked up and saw the fear in the eyes of the man in front of him, and he pleaded, "Please, will you let me go?"

If he hadn't been too scared, the man would have fallen to his knees and begged Grush to spare him.

"Did you spare someone who begged you to do that before?" Grush, looking at him, asked softly.

The man was stunned for a moment, and there was no more sound.

The paladin silently raised his strength and pressed the blade down, but his enemy could not even resist stubbornly, and his blade slit his throat.

Blood splattered the worn armor, and by the time he was talking to the man, someone was already running away.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one who dares to resist.

Crying and screaming, they fled with their backs to Grush, exposing their worst of the deadliest points to their enemies.

Grush is a paladin, do they think that the paladin will not hunt them down?

Wrong......

The ground shattered beneath Grush's feet, and the figure vanished.

"Ahh

The warm blade of the sword, under Grush's control, slashed one of the fugitives to the ground, and blood gushed out from the fugitive's back like a fountain.

The paladin's eyes were cold, and he naturally knew what he was doing.

All the enemies have lost the will to fight, they are deserted and fleeing, while he, chasing them, is slaughtering them!

Grush only stopped for a few seconds and continued to chase after him.

"No, don't kill me, I still have a child!"

Now it was a woman who was crying and begging for mercy, but Grush did not let her go.

Do you have a child, but no one else has a child?

"I had to—"

When you have other people's blood on your hands, you are no longer 'forced to'.

"Please......"

"Please......"

"Please......"

A plea for mercy rang in Grush's ears, some of which he had heard, some of which he had not finished, but the end of these people was no exception, they all died, died under Grush's sword!

They had all begged for mercy, they had all given up their resistance, but the hard-hearted paladins did not let them go.

What is he doing? Slaughter!

What is he doing this for? Justice!

Is the massacre right as long as it is 'for justice'?

No! never!

A massacre is a massacre, where is the justice?

In Grush's eyes, the 'red clouds' in the sky disappeared, and so did the red light around them, and none of them survived, they all died.

Inside the camp, corpses were strewn and blood was spilling all over the ground, and the sky seemed to mourn, and snowflakes were slowly falling.

Grush stood alone in the pile of corpses, looking at the dead with expressionless faces and cold eyes.

No matter how many times it happens, he will be the same choice!

Knowing that the enemy had given up resistance, knowing that they had begged for mercy, knowing that he was slaughtering, he would never make a second choice.

The slaughter is not just, nor is it justice to kill an enemy who has given up resistance, and from beginning to end, this battle that is simply a massacre is not just!

Taking a deep breath, the smell of blood poured into his nostrils with the icy air, and Grush was unmoved.

He lifted his steps and walked to the tent on the side, because there were still people there.

It's just that the people there may have some special ......

Grush lifted the tent with his blood-stained leather gloves, and as he entered, he saw women with their hands and feet tied and their mouths gagged.

The women were naked and had visible scars.

Some of the women looked at Grush with horror in their eyes, while others did not react......

They were numb.