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An elderly woman tremblingly approached, tightly clutching a cross in her hands, her eyes filled with tears: "Please, spare us, we are just ordinary villagers."
Enot's gaze remained unwavering, coldly responding: "This sacrifice is necessary for the greater purpose of our lord."
After speaking, the old woman's chest was stained red with blood, and she fell to the ground. Her tears fell on the soil, and her cries echoed in the night sky, but no one could respond to her despair.
Seeing this, the other residents of the town frantically sought hiding places. The children's cries, the women's screams, and the men's roars formed a terrifying scene.
Enot turned to his Warlocks: "Split up." The Warlocks nodded, then dispersed and began to slaughter indiscriminately in the small town.
A young woman took her child and hid in a run-down warehouse. She trembled as she held her child close, whispering, "Don't be afraid, mommy's here."
Suddenly, the door of the warehouse was kicked open, and a Warlock walked in. His eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood.
"Please, spare us!" the woman cried, pleading.
Warlock sneered and swung his sword towards them. At the critical moment, a silver light flashed, blocking Warlock's sword.
A man in armor appeared at the door, wielding a long sword and engaging in combat with Warlock. His movements were swift and precise, and in no time, he had defeated Warlock.
"Run fast!" the man shouted to the woman.
The woman hurriedly fled the warehouse with the child, while the man continued to battle with the other Warlocks.
Enot, on the other side of the town, felt the waves of battle. He frowned and quickly moved towards the direction of the fight.
When he arrived at the scene, he saw a man in armor locked in fierce combat with several Warlocks. Enot sneered, waved his wand, and a black beam of light shot towards the man, who fell and lay in a pool of blood.
Enot stood in a pool of blood, looking around with a cold and indifferent gaze. The residents of the town fell one by one, their lives extinguished like fragile candles in the darkness. This massacre, like a merciless storm, swept through the entire town, leaving no hope of survival.
Despite his severe injuries, the man continued to crawl, desperately seeking a glimmer of survival. His eyes were filled with despair, but more so with anger towards this merciless slaughter. His hands trembled as he tried to grasp the sword on the ground, but his strength had already left him.
Enot slowly walked towards the man, his steps heavy as if each one was a hammer on the man's heart. He looked down at the man, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Your courage, I respect, but it is futile," Enot's voice was cold and sharp as a blade.
The man lifted his head, using all his remaining strength to roar, "You demons will one day pay for your crimes!"
Enot gave a slight smile, a contempt for the man's powerless resistance, "I will remember your words. But now, your time is up." With that, he raised his wand, and a black beam of light shot directly towards the man.
The man's body disintegrated in an instant in the light, turning into ashes, without even a scream.
Similar tragedies were unfolding in other corners of the town. A young man attempted to protect his family, picking up a wooden stick and bravely facing the Warlock.
"You devils, I won't let you harm my family!" he roared, his eyes flashing with unyielding fire.
Warlock sneered and lunged at him, but the man did not back down. He fought with all his might, even though he knew he was no match.
In the midst of this chaos and fear, the residents of the town stubbornly resist. They help each other, trying to protect one another, even in the face of overwhelming forces. However, the power of Enot and his Warlocks is too strong, and the town's resistance is ultimately futile.
The bloody massacre continued throughout the night, until the sky turned light, with no sign of adult life left in the town.
Enot stands in the bloody town, his eyes showing no hesitation or mercy, only cold determination for the mission.
He reached out his hand, chanting low and mysterious incantations. As the incantations intensified, smoke began to rise from every house in the town, followed swiftly by raging flames that consumed the entire village.
The firelight reflected on Enot's indifferent face, his figure appearing even more sinister and terrifying amidst the flames. The entire village gradually turned to ashes in the raging fire, the flames roaring like the wrath of demons, proclaiming cruelty and ruthlessness.
As the fire spread, every corner of the village was mercilessly engulfed by the flames. The places that were once filled with laughter and life now only had broken walls and burning debris left. Smoke and fire intertwined in the night sky, creating an apocalyptic scene.
His gaze swept around, confirming that the mission was complete, and then ordered to take away all the trembling and crying children.
Enot stood in the center of the ruined town, surrounded by chaos and wailing. The cries of children seemed especially piercing in this grim scene. His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"Enough!" His voice was cold and commanding, and he swiftly waved his wand, casting a complex spell.
An invisible wave emanated from his wand, quickly covering the entire town. The children's cries gradually became faint, and eventually ceased altogether. Their eyes became vacant, their expressions gradually calming, as if being controlled by some force.
Enot observed all this with a cold eye, confirming that the children had been completely controlled by his spell. He turned to a Warlock beside him and said, "Take them away, and remember, not one can be missing."
Warlock quickly took action, organizing the children and preparing to lead them away from the town. The children obediently followed, showing no resistance or reaction, as if they were soulless puppets.
Enot waved his wand again, this time casting a more intricate spell. A faint light shone on the forehead of each child, making their expressions appear even more bewildered.
This is a spell to erase memories, to wipe away the memories of these children, so they can forget this tragedy and their past lives. Let these children become their death warriors, fighting for the revival of the demon race.
After completing all of this, Enot turned around, his gaze coldly sweeping over the town that had become ruins. There was no trace of pity or regret in his heart, only satisfaction with the execution of the mission and its efficiency.
He led Warlock and the controlled child out of the town, leaving behind only ruin and silence. The night sky over the town once again returned to calm, but hidden beneath this calm was endless sadness and despair.
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