The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5656

"You greedy people! Today's the day you die!" Jared bellowed, voice ringing like a temple bell.

His hands blurred through a rapid seal. Golden lances of light erupted, streaking toward every armed villager with unerring aim.

Where each beam struck, bodies ruptured into scarlet mist—blood, bone, and regret dissolving beneath the dragonfire radiance.

Bruno saw the massacre and bolted, stumbling over corpses as he sprinted for the tree line.

Jared flickered across the space, reappearing before the fleeing man. One savage kick crumpled Bruno to the earth.

"Mercy, sir! We were ignorant! We were fools!" Bruno babbled, clawing at the dirt, whole body quivering.

Jared stared down, eyes as cold as forged steel. "You chose cruelty for gain. Pay the price."

Gold-bright sword energy flashed. Bruno's head parted from his shoulders, a fountain of red painting the air before collapsing into silence.

The remaining villagers blanched, all color draining as terror stripped them bare. One after another, they collapsed to their knees, palms slapping the dirt in frantic supplication.

Jared watched the spectacle without so much as a flicker of mercy.

He knew with brutal clarity that, had he and Sylvia lacked both skill and the intimidating echo of his Golden Dragon Bloodline, these same people would already have torn them apart.

"Greedy vermin like you deserve no sympathy." Jared's voice sliced through the courtyard, hard and clean as winter steel.

The Dragonslayer Sword flared in his grip, loosing a storm of razor-bright sword energy that rippled outward like a hurled net of light.

Screams erupted. Bodies crumpled where the blades of force found flesh, the dirt drinking in lives faster than breaths could be drawn.

Moments later, Greedfall Hamlet lay silent—every soul extinguished save an elderly woman and the wide-eyed boy at her side.

Jared and Sylvia advanced, their shadows long across the blood-spattered ground.

"Sir, spare us!" Evelyn trembled so violently her bones seemed to rattle. She pressed her forehead to the mud again and again. "They made us do it—we never meant you harm!"

Hugo stared up at the pair, eyes enormous, terror beating in his chest like a trapped bird.

Jared's gaze remained an arctic sheet—no pity, no hesitation.

"Mr. Chance," Sylvia whispered, tentative, "perhaps we could let these two go?"

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