The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

As a race adept at swift assaults, Centaurs are naturally inclined towards vast, open environments.

However, now, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are squeezed into a narrow, cramped valley by tens of thousands of vassals, moving at a snail's pace, like meat on a chopping board. The Centaurs feel like they're sitting on pins and needles, so anxious their mouths are breaking out in sores.

"Don't worry, there's always news coming from Tianxiong Pass. It should be safe."

"Being safe now doesn't mean it's always safe. We must exit the pass quickly!"

Only by stepping out of Tianxiong Pass and entering the vast grasslands can they become like dragons entering the sea.

By then, even if they can't win, they can disperse and flee, preserving the living forces.

Rather than now, like dragons trapped in shallow waters, just waiting to die!

Thinking of this, the Centaurs' restlessness was triggered by some strange force, the bloodshot eyes exuding a viciousness they themselves couldn't perceive, looking with venomous gazes at the two-legged sheep blocking their way.

Ever since encountering that God Demon-like monstrous boy, nothing has gone well for them.

During their retreat, they were constantly pursued by the enemy. If they dared to stay in one place for more than half a day, they'd be besieged by elite enemy squads.

It's as if the enemy has opened the heavenly eye, and it didn't matter where they were.

The relentless pursuit left them constantly startled, with no time to rest.

The threat, like a bone-deep ulcer, felt like a steel knife pressed against their back, driving them not to stop for even a moment!

The immense psychological and physical pressure was deteriorating their mind and body, tightening their nerves like an increasingly taut bowstring, just waiting for a catalyst to snap completely!

Yet at this time, a commotion suddenly erupted at the rear of the miles-long line, spreading quickly like wildfire.

"Run! The enemy is coming!"

In the midst of shrill screams, hundreds of thousands of Brother scattered like headless flies, triggering a crushing stampede that completely paralyzed the line.

"Damn two-legged livestock! Get out of the way!"

Drawing his saber to slash down several squashing Brother, a furious Centaur Chiliarch could no longer hold back, his eyes reddened as he roared.

"Charge! Crush these blocking beasts! Follow me to kill our way out!"

Once said, it was like a command shot. Countless Centaur warriors drew their sabers from their waists, forming a charge formation with tacit understanding, crushing everything in their path like heavy tanks.

"Roar!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The pungent smell of blood swiftly permeated the air. The blood-crazed Centaurs completely forgot they were still in the same camp, frantically slaughtering all two-legged creatures in sight.

"Wait! You're killing your own!"

"I'm an ally! I'm an ally!"

"Ow ow ow ow! I'm bleeding out!"

"Help me! Help me!"

...

The screams echoed one after another, under the influence of some invisible strange force, the already chaotic line completely lost control.

The originally submissive Brothers, seeing the tragic state of their companions, their eyes quickly became bloodshot, the anger in their hearts erupting like a volcano.

"Damn it! Let's fight these beasts!"

"Die!"

Soon, the Brotherhood's counterattack momentarily stunned the Centaurs, but immediately provoked even more frenzied revenge.

You dare to resist?!

The bloody massacre quickly escalated, and both sides, in their blood rage, forgot about breaking through and only saw the hateful enemies in their eyes!

Meanwhile, on the walls of Tianxiong Pass, dozens of miles away, an unassuming black-clad boy stood at the highest point, smiling as he gazed into the distance.

In his deep pupils, a crimson glow covering the sky and earth rolled like an ocean, as if a giant monster stretching for hundreds of miles was joyously writhing, crazily devouring life!

The deep, dark, bloody glow in the depths of the boy's pupils flickered, as if an external projection, or perhaps the source of it all.

"What's going on? Why are our own people fighting?"

The fierce cries of battle alarmed the garrison. Standing on the watchtower at Tianxiong Pass, some sharp-sighted Centaurs could see the movements dozens of miles away and immediately reported to the Centurion left behind.

"Not good, the vassals have rebelled!"

"What?"

A chill ran down his back, and the ruthless glint flashed in the Centurion's eyes as he drew his saber without hesitation, speaking in a low voice.

"Seal the outer gates, forbid them from coming in!"

"Yes!"

"Everyone else, gather with me. Clear out all the two-legged livestock left in the pass!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the wolf-like and tiger-like Centaurs launched a surprise attack, leaving the nearly ten thousand Brothers working logistics within the pass completely unprepared for an attack from their allies, slaughtered to the last in a flash.

After clearing the internal threat, the blood-soaked Centurion climbed the city tower, frowning as he looked into the distance.

To aid? Or to guard the retreat?

Just as he was torn, a blurred shadow breezed through like a ghost, standing beside him, whispering softly.

"These lowly beasts have betrayed you, what are you waiting for?"

"Anger."

The distorted power of the mind tore a huge gap in the rational shell, causing the suppressed negative emotions in the subconscious ocean to gush forth instantly.

In an instant, the Centaur Centurion trembled all over, a frenzied crimson glow burst from the depths of his pupils, turning into a web-like pattern spreading across his entire eyeball.

"Damn it, kill all these rebellious beasts! Go!"

Rumble~

Thousands of Centaurs poured out in a line, becoming a long dragon charging towards the battlefield.

Standing on the deserted, corpse-laden Tianxiong Pass, Zhu Haomiao looked far into the distance, curling the corners of his mouth in a seemingly amused smile, he murmured softly.

"Slaughter... destruction... war... annihilation..."

Stretching out his arms, the black-clad boy seemed to embrace the entire world, taking a slow, deep breath, closing his eyes in intoxication.

"Use your flesh, your life, your soul..."

"Please me~"

Meanwhile, on the blood-soaked battlefield, Hong Jila looked around with an ashen face, clutching the Golden Saber at his waist tightly.

He had tried to control the situation, but for some reason, everyone seemed blood-crazed, even he felt an urge to throw everything aside, wildly slashing at everyone!

Yet his strong mental fortitude allowed him to retain the last shred of reason. Although his eyes were bloodshot, he restrained the elite Imperial Guard from going insane too.

"Commander! The camp is in a riot, let's break through!"

"Try once more, get them to stop! Stop the pointless killing!"

"It's useless, it's out of control, only by leaving this environment can the army regain clarity!"

...

Amidst the heated debate, the sweat-drenched Master Mop ran over hastily.

"Commander..."

Before finishing his sentence, a hot-tempered Centaur Centurion glared, feeling a surge of inexplicable rage, impulsively drawing his saber.