He stood atop the pile of corpses, flicking a bit of blood off his fingertips, never having drawn the dagger at his waist from start to finish.
"Hahahahaha---"
Thanos suddenly laughed up to the sky, wild and unrestrained. His laughter echoed above the entire pyramid, scaring countless slaves to their knees instinctively, their faces ashen.
The priests and soldiers surrounding those slaves were even more on edge as if facing a great enemy, tense and on guard, yet no one dared to step forward to die.
Given enough numbers, they could eventually bury this guy, but that number might be in the thousands or even tens of thousands. And there's a big prerequisite: he has to stay here.
Thanos seemed to have laughed enough, looked at the immobile Holy King with a mocking gaze, and spoke leisurely.
"I thought you guys had some legendary divine artifact, or that a Diamond Level guardian was lurking in the shadows. I didn't expect this to be your full strength; I really overestimated you."
