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Chapter 152 The Khorne Legion is recruiting!
The plague in Europe seems to be a chain reaction, and the steamrollers that European leaders are worried about also have their own troubles.

Thanks to Kingpin's help, Banner led his remaining men to a small town secretly.

They occupied this place without any effort, and did not let the outside world know about it.

Banner stood in the central square of the town, looking around at the quiet and empty streets, feeling mixed emotions.

This will become their temporary haven, a safe place away from the Son of God.

Kingpin's assistance not only allowed them to escape from their pursuers, but also provided them with much-needed supplies and intelligence support, which made Banner admire the abilities and means of this partner.

"Banner, I have gathered all the townspeople together as you asked. What should we do next?"

Ross walked up to Banner and asked in a low voice. In fact, he already knew what to do.

But as someone who had served in the military, he knew the rules very well.

Banner withdrew his gaze from the empty street and turned to Ross. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Gathering the townspeople is the key to our next plan.

As followers of the Blood God, we must select those who have the will and potential to fight. They will be our important force in fighting against future enemies."

Following Banner's order, Ross acted quickly and led the gathered townspeople to an open area in the town.

The faces of the townspeople were filled with confusion, fear and anxiety; they didn't know what fate awaited them.

Banner stood on the high platform, overlooking the people below, his voice echoing in the empty venue: "Townfolks, the era we live in is full of crises and challenges.

To survive, to find a way out of this chaos, we must become stronger and braver."

He paused, his eyes becoming fierce. “Now, I will conduct a selection. Some of you will show extraordinary combat potential, and these people will become believers of the great Blood God, fighting with us to protect this land.”

As he spoke, Banner signaled his subordinates to distribute weapons.

The townspeople looked at each other and no one reached out to take the weapons. They were all from the same village, and no one was willing to just take the weapons and kill others so easily.

"Fight, to survive, to prove your worth." Banner's voice was full of unquestionable authority. "Those who can persist in the battle and show courage and strength will join us and become warriors of the Blood God."

Faced with Banner's call and the sudden distribution of weapons, the townspeople's initial reaction was surprise and resistance.

Their eyes revealed deep confusion and fear. Many of them hugged their children tightly or held their partners' hands tightly, unwilling to accept the fate of being dragged into the battle.

"We just want to live in peace, why do we have to fight?" an elderly townsman asked in a trembling voice. These strange-looking monsters are a bit similar to those in the news. Could they be carrying the plague?

The old man's voice resonated among the crowd, and other townspeople nodded in agreement.

However, Banner's patience was limited.

He looked at Ross, who immediately understood what he meant. He had extensive experience in dealing with such situations, and he strode towards the crowd with an unquestionable determination on his face.

"I'm sorry, but in this world, there is no choice." Ross's voice was low and powerful. He drew out his saber, and the air seemed to freeze as a cold light flashed. "We need warriors, for yourselves, for your families, and for the future of this land."

As he spoke, Ross suddenly made a move, quickly and accurately restraining a young man who was trying to escape. The man screamed in fear, but was pinned firmly to the ground by Ross.

The crowd began to stir, but Ross's eyes became even more ferocious. He swung his knife without hesitation. Although it was just a feint, it was enough to scare everyone.

"Stop testing my patience." Ross said coldly, then let go of the man, who collapsed on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

This move had a deterrent effect, and the townspeople began to realize that resistance was futile.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and despair.

Then some people began to try to take up weapons, even though their hands were shaking and their hearts were resisting.

Seeing this, Banner raised a satisfied smile. He spoke again, his voice a little gentler: "Remember, this is not coercion, but a choice. Choose to survive, choose to protect the ones you love. Fighting is your way to prove yourself."

As Banner finished his words, more and more townspeople began to accept weapons. Although their movements were still hesitant, they had no choice but to pick up weapons.

As the weapons were distributed, the townspeople reluctantly accepted these cold tools, but their hearts were filled with resistance and unwillingness.

Their eyes wandered between their weapons and Banner and Ross, as if they were looking for an exit to escape this disaster.

"We are just ordinary people. We don't know how to fight. We just want to go home." A young mother's voice rang out in the crowd, her voice full of helplessness and despair.

She hugged her child tightly, as if she could protect the child from this catastrophe. "Banner, don't do this, they are so pitiful."

Betty came forward and tried to dissuade him.

Betty stepped forward, her eyes moving back and forth between Banner and the townspeople who were holding weapons and showing fear on their faces. Her voice was pleading: "Banner, look at them, they are all innocent civilians, their eyes are full of fear of the unknown and longing for home.

We can’t force them to do something they are not good at and don’t want to do, especially to let children face combat.”

"So, you want me to let them go?"

Banner's tone was very calm. His lover came out to beg him, and Banner couldn't bear to reject her directly, but he didn't intend to let it go.

Betty stared into Banner's eyes for a long time before she spoke: "Banner, at least, let the child go. You need a warrior, and the children can't become a warrior."

Banner was silent for a moment. He stared into Betty's tender eyes and his heart began to waver.

Finally, he sighed and nodded slowly: "Okay, Betty, you're right, the children shouldn't be involved in this battle, I will make sure they are properly protected."

Hearing Banner's reply, Betty showed a relieved smile on her face.

She turned to the townspeople and said in a warm voice, "Everyone listen, Banner has agreed that the children do not need to participate in the battle. We will do everything we can to protect them and let them grow up in a safe environment."

Upon hearing this, the townspeople showed expressions of gratitude and relief.

Although they were still terrified of the upcoming battle, Betty's promise gave them a glimmer of hope.

After Betty finished speaking, Banner signaled Ross to come out and announce the start of the battle. Since his daughter was the good guy, he, as the father, would be the bad guy.

Ross had no choice but to stand up again, his eyes full of coldness.

He loudly declared: "From now on, you must start fighting, not with us, but with your own inner fear and weakness. Only by defeating yourself can you become a true warrior."

However, the townspeople remained indifferent, they held their weapons tightly, but no one was willing to take the first step. They looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and fear.

At this moment, Ross made a surprising move.

In Betty's horrified eyes, he suddenly attacked and slashed at a townsman standing in the front. The townsman didn't even have time to react and was killed by the knife.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding land red.

This sudden change shocked everyone. They looked at the bodies lying on the ground in horror, as if they saw the fate they were about to face.

"This is a warning, but also a choice." Ross said coldly, "If you are still unwilling to fight, you will be the next to fall."

The townspeople began to riot, pushing and shoving each other, trying to escape from this horrible place.

However, Banner and Ross's men had already blocked the exit tightly, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

Driven by desperation and fear, some townspeople finally began to try to attack each other.

At this moment, a young townsman named Vladimir looked at the chaotic scene around him and felt a strong desire to survive. He tightly grasped the spear in his hand.

"I can't just wait to die like this!" Vladi said to himself. He decided to make a change, even if it was just to give himself a chance of survival.

He noticed a townsman who was in a daze, and with a determined heart, he picked up a spear and stabbed him.

The townspeople were caught off guard and were pierced by the blow. The severe pain instantly woke him up, but it was too late.

After killing the townsman, Vladi was shocked, but not too frightened. He just felt extremely excited.

I'm going to kill them all!
Once this thought came to mind, it was difficult to suppress, and the pleasure of killing completely controlled Vladi.

Now he just wants to kill all his former friends. He wants to taste the deliciousness of killing. This kind of pleasure is really irresistible!
The same was true for the other townspeople. With the first person taking the lead, they could no longer suppress the desire to kill in their hearts and pointed their weapons at their former friends.

Banner stood on a high place, watching all this coldly, stimulated by the blood and killing.

In this brutal battle, they became cold and ruthless, thinking only of how to defeat their opponents and enjoy the pleasure.

And all this is what Banner and Ross expected to see.

(End of this chapter)