Chapter 1521: Interceptor

The young man remained seated on the Throne, not out of dignity… he merely stood there and became the focal point of countless gazes.

He could no longer leave the Throne, to be precise, the entire "Blackfire World" was his existence, so there was no need to leave.

"…Kill them."

His calm words were the most merciless declaration.

When the black army swept in, originally thought to be allies, the checkpoints and fortresses were utterly unprepared.

The first wave of the vanguard was the "Undead."

These beings who had once died were summoned back to the Mortal World by their master, fearless of anything.

They madly charged forward. Whether joyously or crazily, they threw themselves at their enemies.

Defense? Preserving life? What were those?

This wasn't a simple and reckless charge but rather the most efficient, cost-effective method of slaughter.