Chapter 596: Regret (1/2)
The slaughter stopped at near noon. Blood flowed in the ground and the bodies of its owners lay in a broken mess around this red sea.
War was always ugly no matter where our bored gamer went. This truth would not change for a long long time indeed.
”AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
”We won!”
”We killed the monsters who ate the blood and body of our friends!”
The joyous disciples of the Hidden Mountain Palace cheered but it was curious to see the tears that fell on their cheeks at this time.
Some wanted to end the lives of those who had surrendered but they were quickly slapped down by a great gust of wind.
It was clear that the cute loli overhead would have none of further senseless death to happen before her eyes.
The Hidden Mountain Palace disciples looked at Twilight Moon with immeasurable fear deep in their souls. All of them had seen how merciless this little girl could be.
”Thank you for granting us this day, Senior!”
”All of us would have easily died if not for your benevolence.” Sect Master Fu De appeared before our very own protagonist and bowed low to offer his thanks.
It was clear that his opinion on our good gamer had significantly changed over the course of this day.
He had a big hunch about the secret on how Clark could just instantly get stronger in a blink of an eye but he chose to keep his guesses unto himself.
It was not wise to peer deeply unto things that did not concern him at all.
”It was a paltry thing, Fellow Daoist. I did little to no effort at all.” Clark replied but his eyes still remained on the horrible scene of carnage down below.
”...” Sect Master Fu De sensed the dark mood of our avid gamer and he was smart enough to exit from this picture. The old man bowed once more and immediately left in silence.
”SIGH!”
”This image never gets old, does it?” Our bored gamer shook his head and hardened his heart once again.
He issued several instructions and the men, women, and elders from the Hidden Mountain Palace got busy in no time.
They looted the place and everything went into the hands of Sect Master Fu De. This was Clark's reward for the old man's trust in this quest.
”I cannot accept this, Senior!”
”This is simply too much!” Sect Master Fu De trembled on site. What was the Blood River Cult? They were a hegemon that stood above the heads of thousands of great sects.
One could only imagine the treasures and legacy that lay beneath the rubble of war.
”Take it. It's yours. Or would you rather let me give it to the nearest sect instead?” Clark said as he raised an amused brow thereafter.
”Then we can only accept it, Senior!”
”On behalf of the Hidden Mountain Palace, I thank you for your kindness Senior!” Sect Master Fu De paid homage in the humblest way he knew.