Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs

Making plans and then leaving the most important aspects of his plan to others wasn't something Seth did, but at this moment, due to circumstances out of his control, the success of his current mission rested on the shoulders of the people behind the wall.

His shoulders feeling heavy and his legs just begging to rest, Seth struggled to control his breathing, wanting to conserve as much energy as possible.

Out there in the open and the only man standing for miles, Seth stared at the kneeling or unconscious enemy soldiers around him, a sense of pride bubbling up within him.

The thought that with a single roar, he had brought thousands of soldiers to their knees couldn't help but ring with his head several times, the man almost getting lost in the euphoria till his moving eyes fell on the very tall wall that stood not too far off from him.

Seconds slowly passed, and Seth suddenly had the gut feeling that there was no action going on behind the huge black gates that adorned the wall.

Shaking his head and simply taking it as him being paranoid, Seth waited some more, and before he knew it, a minute had passed and yet there was still no sign of movement from the gate.

The dome was still heading towards it, easily able to change its direction and follow a safer course now that all the soldiers were out of commission.

It didn't take Seth much to notice the enthusiasm of the people as they rushed towards salvation, but his worry over the lack of movement from the gate only grew.

For just a few seconds, Seth's mind temporarily stopped thinking about the gate when the dome which had been up and strong went down, the people in it suddenly being exposed to their hazardous surroundings, and all it took was for a single idiot to begin running for the gate for everyone else to begin following after.

Seeing the catastrophe unfolding before him, Seth couldn't; help but worry about the pregnant woman, but given his current condition, and his desire to not frighten the already chaotic crowd, Seth decided to stay back and watch.

Among the moving crowd, Seth could count a few people who should be at the cadet stage, rushing ahead and already well on their way to reaching the gate.

After spending the whole day fighting and bleeding energy and blood for this group of people, like it or not, Seth had developed a certain attachment to them, so when he saw no movement from the gate, he genuinely began to feel rage.

Whether it was because he had put effort into rescuing and escorting them, or because of the hope and confidence with which the people scrambled to reach the gate, Seth could feel himself getting angry at Edwin.

Other than when he was directly affected or when Alexia was involved, Seth's emotions didn't bleed for anything else, he lived a life where only his immediate concerns were his priority, and now his immediate concern should have been getting himself to safety, but here he was being pissed off on how others were being treated.

It had been some minutes and some seconds since his roar, and before Seth could decide to run over to the wall himself and see if he could talk some sense into Edwin, the soldiers on the floor began picking themselves up.

Back when they had been down would have been the right time to easily pick them all off, but unfortunately, Seth's body couldn't keep up with this wish.

What Seth saw, everyone saw, and the horrifying scream that began leaving the mouths of the still-running civilians said it all.

By this time, a few people had already reached the inner city's gates and began banging on it, screaming out their lungs for it to be opened, yet nothing was happening as they were left stranded out there and to the mercy of the soldiers.

Though the people who were straggling at the back saw the hopelessness of moving forward, they could do nothing but keep on moving to what it seemed would be their deaths.

Before long, the soldiers had gotten their wits back and begin wantonly attacking the now dispersed crowd, killing a few of them and then gathering the rest into several groups.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Seth, their weapons drawn, ready to attack him, yet for some reason they all stood their ground, seeming to have been only instructed to box him in Seth for the time being.

Seth's mind was sent into a flurry of thoughts as he observed all that was going on around him, trying to understand the enemy's plans and figure out a way out of his current predicament.

Seth had thought the enemy would carry out a massacre on the civilians, but that didn't happen as what he could see them doing was killing a few people, and then using these people's deaths to keep the others in line and gather them into docile groups.

The sudden orderliness of the soldiers drew Seth's attention and had him looking around for any sign of their commander or leader, but he spotted none in sight.

A sigh left Seth's lips as he was now left with the choice to either struggle to fight off the hundreds of soldiers before him, or quietly leave, after all, he had delivered the people to the doorstep of what should have been their haven, but before Seth could make a decision, the decision was made for him.

Seth had no idea who started it, but suddenly, one of the groups of civilians began chanting" (Anh h첫ng).

"( Anh h첫ng)"

"(Anh h첫ng )"

The name sounded out over and over again, and before the soldiers could do anything to silence the group, the other groups began chanting it, and as they chanted it they all looked in Seth's direction.

Seth had no idea exactly what they were saying, but one look at the civilian's hopeful and desperate eyes, and he knew what they wanted.