Chapter 577: Good Knight

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In the terrified gazes of the prisoners, the zombies butchered the living Frost Giant guards one by one, severed limbs flying everywhere like shattered pottery. The warm blood that spattered on the cold ground quickly congealed into dark red ice. In less than ten minutes, the last Frost Giant had been killed, and only about a dozen of the Giant zombies still stood.

They formed a circle around Lancelot like soldiers guarding a king, as if waiting for new orders.

Lancelot stood in silence for a while. Although these Frost Giants were loyal to the Abyssal Lord and undeniably villains, he had to admit they had fought bravely. As a warrior himself, Lancelot was willing to offer a moment of mourning for the Frost Giants who died under his command.

But upon deeper consideration, knowing that the souls of these chaotic and evil Giants would likely return to the Abyss to be reborn as Demons, and that he might have to kill them again, Lancelot lost the urge to pay any further respects.