Ghengis Khan Kill Count Novels & Stories

I say trying to hide the anger in my voice, but unable to stop frowning. “Commander, do you know how many people we have exterminated at the National Stadium this year?” He asks. “Of course, general, 1535 traitors and counting.” “Yes, you are right… and counting. Now, tell me, do you know how many children were born in that same period?” The general asks me. I try to recall if I have heard that figure somewhere, but my mind is blank. “No, general, I do not know,” I admit.

Dylan clapped his hands in delight. “The marshal personally counted the enemies you killed. You used your spear to pierce their throats—just counting those, there were over three hundred! That doesn’t even include those you didn’t stab in the throat. You’re amazing! Is this really your first battle? All the generals say you’re just like your father, General Sinclair!” “Did I really kill that many? I didn’t keep track, but I’m so exhausted,” Carissa said, struggling to stay on her feet. She was unsure if it was cold or fatigue making her legs tremble.

"Actually, it was Kublai Khan. Genghis was dead by then. He did meet khutulun though before he died." "It was a hint," Uju chucked. "I was trying to see if you would forget that piece of information." "So, you are trying to see if I can fail. Well, sorry my friend. I have way too much information in my mind to forget about the great rulers of Mongolia empire. The largest empire in the world. Three times the size of Greek empire headed by Alexander the Great and four times the size of the Roman empire headed by someone we don't know."

He held my stare, "What do you think?" "You killed the perpetrator and hung his head on a pike? Still, that doesn’t explain how you're cursed." I mean, it's only fair. Why was the world so cruel to him. "Oh.... meiga. " He smiled, "You're so innocent and clueless, that's not revenge." "I killed all of them and burned the pack to the ground. No house was left unturned." My eyes grew wide as saucers, "The entire pack?" "All two thousand six hundred and eighty five of them. It was a small pack."

"The guys who scouted Fanghold this morning reported that at the gate of the settlement, fifty-two heads were hanging, and in blood on the snow it said, 'Channing, if you dare kill tonight, for every one you kill, we'll kill two from Gohaven!' "Think about it. This Channing dude… he killed twenty-six of them and walked away unscathed! I really want to meet this guy!" Despite his anger, awe lit up Steve's face.

But never this thought had ever been as true as when a dying man’s words about a young girl changed all the stakes of this mission. The Hellhound’s sister. These idiots had no idea what they have started. I never personally met the Hellhound, but I got it from good sources. You don’t attack his allies lightly. But taking his sister. Trying to shoot his sister. Man. We’re fucked. Maybe you’ve heard some stories about Genghis Khan, like how a Sultan insulted him by humiliating three of his peaceful emissaries, and in response he obliterated his empire in less than two years, had every castle, town, and farms burnt down and diverted a river over the sultan’s birthplace to erase him from maps an

But most of what I do and where I go, people die. I hear cranking and strange rumbling, and I swear I can feel the submarine submerge beneath the icy waves. But that means I can breathe with a bit more ease. Soon I'll be back to HQ, and receiving my next mission. I wonder how many kills I have now. I don't have to wonder. Wondering is stupid. Knowing is everything. And I know how many missions I have now successfully executed. 83. This is my eighty-third. And more than 120 people killed by my hand. At least officially. Unofficially the number is much higher.

They fled down the mountain desperately and blocked cultivators who were going up the mountain. Caspian caught up with them. "Extremely angry sword intent!" In an instant, the sea of blood rushed to the sky again. No one would have thought that things would turn out like this. In the fierce charge, the number of cultivators who died in the hands of Caspian increased rapidly. 600! 700! 800! 900! 950! 990! Swoosh! As a row of six or seven cultivators was cut in half, Caspian had killed a thousand opponents of the same realm.

Calla I returned to the compound thirty minutes later. The sixth death had just occurred. Mikhail. A warrior I'd trained personally. Dead in the barracks, black veins spreading across his skin while his unit watched helplessly. Twenty-three minutes after Elena. The pattern was accelerating faster than anyone predicted. At this rate, we'd all be dead by morning. I found Kharo in his office, staring at casualty reports with hollow eyes. "Six," he said without looking up. "Six dead in less than eight hours."

"Little guy, you are the very first to make trouble!" Ding Hao ignored him. As his eyes swept over those people, he reached out to count. "One, two... four... eleven, a total of eleven people. I wonder, will the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect will feel distressed after I kill all of you? "Never mind. Including Ning Huxiao, 20 or 30 people from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect have died in my hands. I killed them one by one. Consider it as taking interest first, and one day, I will kill all the people in the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect."