The Dark King carved a bloody line through the enemy ranks.
Wherever he passed, a trail of corpses followed. The Earthly Meteor was ruthless and unforgiving.
It carved a straight path of blood and ruin as it tore across the field, driving relentlessly toward the eastern camp.
He grabbed a sword from a corpse and plunged it into a soldier's heart. He disarmed another Magus, grabbed his dagger, killed him, then threw the dagger straight through another person's skull.
When his gaze landed on a Mana Vortex Magus wielding a staff, his lips curled up slightly. One shot to the chest, second to the head, and the Magus lay dead on the ground.
The Dark King gripped the staff, which turned out to be a Grade 3 Artifact, and spun it in his hands. "Been a while," he murmured.
