Godfrey's body trembled slightly.
Lawrence's words continued to echo.
"Every lost life is like a blooming flower of vitality!"
"Only death can truly elevate their existence…"
"In reality, I'm not indulging in slaughter, but rescuing and fulfilling them!"
At this point.
Lawrence shifted his gaze to Godfrey beside him.
"Godfrey, don't you agree?"
Godfrey snapped back to reality, withdrawing his gaze from the pile of corpses.
He bent down and lowered his head, "Master, you are… right."
A smile played at the corners of Lawrence's mouth, "Naturally."
"After finishing the slaughter, begin cleaning the manor lord of the town!"
Godfrey bowed again, "Yes, Master."
Listening to the sound of Lawrence's footsteps gradually receding.
Godfrey finally lifted his head, gazing forward.
The originally dense crowd on the empty square was now buried under a multitude of corpses.
One pressuring upon another, layer covering layer.
