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The waning sun was as red as blood, and the afterglow was like fire.
The cool breeze, in wisps, stirred ripples upon the river's surface.
Streams of red blood converged into a bloody creek, gurgling as it flowed.
The Silvermoon River was dyed red on one side, under the lingering light of sunset, revealing a rippling crimson.
Piled up corpses were swept aside by a burly hand.
Occasionally, some fell down, dropping into the Silvermoon River and splashing ripples.
The cleared corpses were stacked together, and Beelzebub doused them with alchemical fuel, igniting them with a single flame.
Whoosh!
Blazes roared to life, clawing and howling into the sky.
A rich stench wafted with the wind, drifting across the river onto the opposite bank.
"The second thousand-man team, completely annihilated..."
No hint of sorrow in his eyes, only endless cruelty and ruthlessness shimmered as his voice was low and indifferent.
