Romans & histoires Ghengis Khan Kill Count

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

Chantelle replied flatly, "Let's just hope he's still breathing by the time I get there." … The joint kill orders from the two powerful families had triggered a flood of assassins. Andrew did not bother counting how many had come—he was too busy wiping them out. Anyone who dared to show up was immediately met with lethal force. By the time he had eliminated the seventh wave, the body count had climbed to over 100. Even Reuben, who was no stranger to bloodshed, found himself chilled to the bone watching Andrew in action. He thought Andrew was so ruthless that even the Grim Reaper would probably have to tattoo his name to intimidate others.

he says, and my eyes widen. No way. Is he that powerful? "It's true. Have you heard of the Gryphon calamity?" He asks, lowering himself onto the space beside me. "I don't think so," I tell him. He sighs, rubbing his temples. "My family members were murdered. I was so pissed, I went to the enemy's camp for revenge. Three hundred and fifty people died that day. I killed them all." I stare at him quietly, chills running down my spine. I've always known that he's not someone who should be messed with. But, he's truly powerful beyond my imagination.

I felt guilty about Felix too, I should’ve listened when Abeloth said that something felt off in that house. “You’re not to blame halfling,” he said to me. “Aren’t I? Do you even know how many people we’ve killed?” I asked him. “Two hundred and fifty seven halfling,” he said to me and my eyes widened. “What?” I asked him. “I kept count, but those people were all evil, hurting others, what we did in the unit was magnificent and beautiful,” he said to me. “And Felix? Was Felix dying beautiful?” I asked him angrily.

Grayson continued to speak solemnly, "Yes, the first time it happened was 50 years ago. He was killed by the Mystics' powerful shots from above. The second time he was killed was 45 years ago by top martial arts experts. Sir Lawson killed him the third time. He shouldn't be alive." Chad was surprised. "If that's the case, this should be the sixth time." Grayson asked incredulously, "Why six?" "I killed him once not too long ago. Then, Riker Gerd and Koi Hadachi fought in a big battle 80 years ago. Then today, on Mount Gentleman, Riker reduced this guy to ashes." Grayson was shocked by Chad's words. He said gravely, "Then things aren't that simple. I need to report to the Special Operations D

“This… How many people have you killed?” “Grandma Herodias.” Jacopo knelt, facing Yegor and Herodias. “During my training, I’ve killed 389 cultivators, whose cultivation ranks are in and above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Eighth Tribulation. “Among them, there are 75 Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivators and six Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivators at the peak of their powers.”

I said. "If it was down to you, I'd be a fluffy teddy bear even to the rogues," he muttered. "Well if there's anything I learnt from my time learning history at school it would be that the leaders that used evil, for example, Genghis Khan, Maximilien Robespierre and Adolf Hitler all have two things in common: they were hated and they either were executed, assassinated or committed suicide. So it must be better to be fair, just and popular?"

I asked, curiously. “Mary was born in 1347 and Henry was born in 1351. Mary succumbed two years after Henry was born.” I looked over at Bart in shock. “Exactly how old are you?” He was quiet for a minute. “I was in the fourth crusades, and I made it home from there. I left again to go fight another war in China. I was turned on the battlefield when I was fighting Genghis Khan.” My mouth was open. I wasn’t great at history, but I was pretty sure that Genghis Khan was sometime in the 1200s. Bart was over eight hundred years old.

Su Han looked at the enthusiastic young general before him and couldn’t help sinking into the memories of his youth. In his youth, when he was up against the Zumerongs, he too, thought that victory was on his side as he had three times more men than his opponent. It wasn’t just numbers that he was counting on, he was confident in both his and his men’s skills; he was the celebrated war god, never losing a single battle and yet on that day, he met a crushing defeat; his mighty army of 30000 men were reduced to a mere 3000 standing while the enemy had only 1 causality.

The ground he lay under was soaked in so much blood, I knew it was futile to hope. Kill count for Clara: 104 children, 2 adults.