65: Chapter 65 The Collapsed Savage! Submit or Die!

The entire field was deathly silent.

It was as if even the wind had stopped flowing.

The crackling sound of the burning flames became the only noise in this purgatory.

Everyone looked as if they had been hit by a freezing spell, remaining in their positions from the previous second, motionless.

Their eyes were all fixed deathly on the center of the battlefield.

They watched the man who, like a god or demon, had his arm piercing through the Chieftain's chest.

They watched the strongest warrior of the Bloodfang Tribe, who was like a mountain, slowly kneeling down.

Thump!

Gulu's massive body fell heavily to its knees on the ground.

His huge eyes, which had lost all their luster, remained wide open, reflecting Qin Yu's cold face.

A formidable hero of his generation, the "god" of the Bloodfang Tribe, had fallen!

Qin Yu expressionlessly and slowly withdrew his blood-stained arm.

Warm blood dripped from his fingertips, pitter-pattering onto the ground.

He didn't even look at Gulu's gradually cooling corpse, as if he had merely swatted an annoying fly to death.

This silence lasted for only three short seconds.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal colliding with stone broke the deathly silence.

The bone axe in the hand of the nearest Bloodfang tribesman slipped from his trembling hand and fell to the ground.

This sound seemed to be a signal.

A signal that pulled back the curtain on the collapse!

"Ah—!!!"

A scream so shrill it didn't sound human erupted from another savage's mouth!

He glanced at Gulu's corpse, which died with eyes wide open, and then at Qin Yu, who stood before the corpse like a demon god!

His brain, dominated by primitive animal instincts, was finally completely overwhelmed by an emotion called "fear"!

He dropped his weapon and turned to run!

"The Chieftain is dead! The Chieftain has been killed!"

"Devil! He's a devil!"

"Run!!"

Panic, like the most terrible plague, swept through the entire Bloodfang Tribe in an instant!

The savages who had just regained their fighting spirit under Gulu's encouragement now had their psychological defenses completely and utterly collapse!

The invincible king in their hearts, the "Messenger of the Blood God" they believed in, was killed by that man with a single punch... a punch thrown so casually!

This was no longer a battle!

This was a god's one-sided judgment upon mortals!

They wailed and screamed like headless flies, dropping their weapons and scattering in flight!

The entire camp turned into a complete mess!

"Trying to run?"

Chen Xiao's cold voice rang out in the Valkyrie' communication channel.

"Follow the plan! Block all exits! Don't let a single one escape!"

"Yes!"

The Valkyrie reacted instantly!

They quickly dispersed like a group of the most efficient hunters, beginning to harvest the fleeing prey!

Cold arrows shot out from the darkness, precisely harvesting one life after another!

Sharp short spears mercilessly pierced the chests of every savage who tried to resist or escape!

For a time, screams, wails, and pleas for mercy rose and fell one after another!

However, whether it was Chen Xiao or the other Valkyrie, there was not a hint of pity on their faces.

To be merciful to the enemy is to be most cruel to oneself!

This was the first rule the Patriarch had taught them!

Amidst the chaos, Qin Yu slowly lifted his foot.

With one kick, he flipped Gulu's massive corpse over onto the ground.

Then, he took a step and stood upon that massive, still slightly twitching corpse!

He stood at the highest point of this battlefield!

He stood upon the corpse of the former king!

His cold gaze, like a monarch inspecting his territory, slowly swept across the chaotic and bloody scene below.

Those kneeling on the ground trembling, those being hunted by the Valkyrie and crying for their parents, those hiding in corners wailing in despair...

All the Bloodfang tribesmen were taken in by his emotionless gaze.

Finally, he slowly spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, like the final sentence of the Grim Reaper!

"All people of the Bloodfang Tribe, listen up."

His voice seemed to carry a strange magic, causing all the chaotic scenes to come to a halt.

The savages who were running stopped in their tracks.

The savages who were wailing closed their mouths.

Everyone looked up with eyes filled with fear and despair, gazing at the new ruler standing on the Chieftain's corpse!

"Your king is dead."

"From now on, I am your new king."

Qin Yu's voice was cold and domineering, filled with unquestionable authority.

"Now, I will give you a chance to live."

He held up two fingers.

"First, the women and children stay."

His gaze swept over the huddling, trembling savage women and young children.

"Second, all adult men, immediately drop those ridiculous weapons in your hands and go to the clearing to the east and kneel!"

His finger pointed to the clearing full of ruins that had been cleared by the fireballs.

"I will count to three."

"After three counts, anyone still standing, still resisting, or trying to escape..."

The corners of Qin Yu's mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"Will! Be! Executed!"

These words were like three of the heaviest iron hammers, smashing hard into the heart of every Bloodfang man!

"Three!"

The cold countdown began!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Almost the instant he uttered the first number!

The dozens of savages closest to him dropped their weapons without hesitation, scrambled toward the clearing to the east, and knelt heavily on the ground, burying their heads deep in the dirt!

"Two!"

More savages came to their senses!

They scrambled over each other, fearing that if they were slow, they would be pierced by a spear from those Valkyrie-like gods of slaughter!

The crowd surged toward the clearing like a tide!

"One!"

As the last number left Qin Yu's mouth.

On the entire battlefield, except for the Valkyrie and the dozen or so rescued survivors, there was not a single Bloodfang tribesman still standing.

Over a hundred once-ferocious Bloodfang warriors were now all kneeling densely in that clearing like the most docile sheep.

They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling violently with fear, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The power over the life and death of the entire Tribe was, at this moment, firmly held in Qin Yu's hands!

And on the other side of the altar.

The dozen or so survivors who had just been pulled back from the brink of death watched this epic scene in stunned silence.

They looked at the man standing on the corpse, who had forced a savage Tribe of over a hundred people to completely submit with just a few words.

Their brains had completely gone into a state of shock.

A tall white man wearing an outdoor tactical jacket, who looked like the leader of this group, swallowed hard.

He looked at Qin Yu's tyrant-like back and subconsciously muttered in a low voice in English.

"Madman... he's a total fucking madman..."

"But... he won."