Chapter 225 What is the Saint Heir, a Piece of Dog Shit? (2)_3

He could spare these seven thousand soldiers, but the bastard who spat, must be executed.

The glory of the Earth Mother Goddess must not be defiled.

In Onions's eyes, this was already very magnanimous. Those civilians should immediately kneel and sing praises of his mercy.

However, what Onions did not expect was that the soldiers, as if they hadn't heard his voice at all, did not leave one by one.

Instead, these soldiers suddenly raised their weapons simultaneously without receiving any orders.

Whoosh!

The whole action was uniform, the sound forming a continuum.

Battered swords, rust-streaked spears, demon claws and sharp teeth, as well as longbows and crossbow arrows smeared with venom gathered from demons...

In an instant, all sharp things were directed at hundreds of Holy Men, including Onions, the Saint Heir.