The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life Chapter 443: Justice is Served (1)

The training field beca the execution grounds.

For players except the ng Chu’s group, it’s the first ti for them to see monsters that had intelligence and capable of communicating.

This gave them goose bumps.

Undra was soone proud and even in wretched state, her pride as a royal wouldn’t allow anyone to look down on her.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to dig your eyes out?"

"The mont we die my Uncle, His Liege, The Great Lich King would send an army and when the ti cos, you’ll be begging and prostrating for his rcy!"

"This world would beco another Abysmal Planet’s playground and all you weak vermins would be nothing but slaves!"

"You’re all be trample beneath our feet, left with nothing but despair and hopelessness that you would rather wish to die!"

What Lich King? What Abysmal Planet?

The minds of those oblivious were disturbed and created mixed negative feelings.

Undra and Freyja smiled maliciously. They knew they were going to die but doesn’t an they will die begging while for these ants’ rcy! They didn’t restrain their wagging tongues and hurled endless threats with great fanfare.

Those who been a victim of their invasion were visibly affected. Their expressions turned for the worse making Undra and Freyja delighted.

Yes! These are the kinds of faces are what you should be making!

You should be afraid of us and not the other way around!

Weaker civilizations are ant to slaughter as stepping stones for our race’s greater future! The two had seen nothing wrong about their mindset!

Erling and those from the Quintera Region lowered their heads.

The fear of Abysmal Race had been long carved deep in their bones and it’s not sothing that can changed overnight or just by seeing Undra and Freyja’s badly beaten states.

Undra’s and Freyja’s intention of inciting fear was cut short when two planks of wood hit them hard in their faces.

Their heads jerked back from the force. Blood stread from their noses making the spectators flinched.

"So noisy."

Chunhua grabbed a dumpling before teleporting to the platform.

A heavy pressure pinned Freyja and Undra to the ground.

Thud—

Their five viscera bled profusely.

"Ahh!" Both Freyja and Undra scread as the bones in their legs reduced into a bloody ss as the pressure sunk them half a ter to the ground.

Chunhua ate another dumpling, ignored the screams of the two before thinking. This chicken shreds marinated with orange is so good.

Everyone was shocked. They only witnessed the Landowner lightly pressed her hands on the two scary looking monsters’ shoulders before the two suddenly kneeled without resistance!

And she did it while casually enjoying a dumpling!

They were in disbelief.

For a mont the Quintera Region Folks have forgotten their fear. Chunhua’s composed expression facing Undra and Freyja implanted a strange calmness in their hearts and when the hatred overwheld the amount of fear.

Undra and Freyja had yet to recover from the painful blow. Their eyes widened at the whip that ca out of nowhere and strike them across their bleeding faces.

"You!" Undra and Freyja glared at Little Zhou’s direction, obviously berating her impudence.

"You and your race will pay for what you did soday! I will take revenge by my hands and kill everyone single one of you!" Little Zhou vowed.

She lost her ho and so of her family mbers, her kind neighbors, and her village. The hatred was overflowing in her heart and it infected the others to move.

Winston gritted his teeth and shot arrows rcilessly. "This is for my village you plundered and massacred!"

Erling also stepped forward and swung his sword. Although he didn’t say anything his expression was enough to express his feelings.

Stefan didn’t do anything but his eyes were cold as if he was staring at a pair of cold corpses.

Even those non-combatants like Cassia, Remi, Minerva, Fautus picked up stones and threw it at Undra and Freyja as the horrible mories of the Abysmal Race Invasion surged in their minds.

The images of their hos being destroyed and burned, the death of their loved ones, friends and neighbors, those days where they wandered from one place to another, fleeing with nothing to eat but dirt made their hatred burst open like a broken dam.

"You deserve to die for killing so many people, you deplorable race! Die already!"

Undra and Freyja couldn’t take the humiliations and yelled sharply. "You dare touch us, vermins! We will kill--!"

However their threats were of no effects and the two were surrounded soon.

Their threats drowned by the voices of injustice, claiming their dues. Oh, how the wheels of destiny turns!

Under the unknown force tying them both, Undra and Freyja couldn’t retaliate at all and can only let their faces received the beatings from all directions.

All players were shock by the developnt. They beca concern as to why the otherworld natives had such reactions.

Dalloram was among the crowd. When he saw the two being ganged up, he took a swig of the wine Haoran gave before parting his lips and telling the story of the Fallen Quintera Region that was once a beautiful place but had now beca a breeding den of spectral beasts or better known as abysmal monsters.

Out of 20 planets in the Quintera Region, only two remained unconquered and the last frontiers but the life there was not any better compared to here.

Aids from other races did arrive but those were hogged by the few privileged. Those in the bottom were left to fend for themselves.

The players and natives who were not from Quintera Region who heard his story felt pity for the Winston and the rest, and disgust for the so-called abysmal race.

At the sa ti, the players were curious of the mysterious world outside. It only ca to them that there was a still a vast space to explore with many races to et.

But there was danger that coincides with this thought because it seems not all of the otherworlders are friendly.