Novel & Cerita The Merciless Ones

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

I was at loss for words for the stupid remarks he says. “Tell me who you are, where you’re from, what you did you little piece of gordang sh*t!” “Relax, past me. I am here to help you. Because you may know by now what happens in the near future. You may know by now what you will face, those military cats! Those absolute bastards who want world domination. We must crush them once and for all before everything is too late.” “I don’t know man, you might be just deceiving me. I won’t fall for that.”

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

But when the time came for real brutality, they would all be reduced to clinging whelps running from an apex predator when they discovered my bestial rage. No, their pathetic bluster would not do much to counter the power I had unleashed. "Mercenaries," I spit out, looking at Sienna, like a curse through gnashed fangs. The best freelance warmongers and sellswords from throughout the realms. They were raised only to inflict uncontrolled destruction upon anyone who arouses their wrath, so expect no mercy from them."

After saying that, he cursed angrily again, “These b*stards really deserve to die! We have never provoked them or had any conflicts with them before, but they came to our country and hunted us down mercilessly! D*mn it! I really cannot get rid of my hatred even after killing them all!” The adjutant was also very furious as he said, “These mercenaries from Ten Thousand Armies are all a bunch of trash with no faith and morals! Whoever gives them money will be their master, and as long as they are paid more money, they would even be willing to kill their own relatives with their own hands! An evil mercenary organization such as theirs should be wiped out!” Hamed said coldly, “This time, I’ll se

she commanded, her focus solely on the task at hand, seemingly indifferent to my predicament. In a display of tactical prowess, Emberlyn's seasoned mercenaries advanced towards the cabin with precision, their movements coordinated and efficient. As they closed in, two of the mercenaries underwent a startling transformation, their bodies morphing into werewolf forms. The situation took an unexpected turn as the mercenary leader ordered one of our werewolf allies to approach the front door. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, tension coiling in my muscles. Suddenly, violence erupted. The werewolf was flung back out of the cabin, a sickening crunch echoing as its head hit the ground. Hor

“Investigate their past. If they committed serious crimes, execute them on the spot. If not, give them a chance.” “Captain Silver Face, please spare us! We will follow you in the future and promise not to do bad things again! We were also forced. If we didn’t do what Tyrant said, we would also be tortured to death by him.” The mid-rank and senior executives of the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries who were kneeling on the ground kept begging for mercy. “Take them away,” Killer yelled. Soon, these people were taken away. The hall fell silent again.

“Further proof that he’s an idiot who got lucky.” I rise, pacing to the window. The courtyard below seethes with the movement of mercenaries arriving. Men who kill without compunction. Men whose malice I’m buying with gold and silver. They wear no colors, no banners, only steel. Ragged veterans with scars for faces. Cutthroats who follow coin instead of conscience. The sort of men Ronan Vale despises, which makes them all the sweeter to use.

"Kill them!" "Ha-ha-ha, kill them all!" "Let these weaklings tremble under our feet. Take away whatever we want and kill them all no matter whether they resist or not!" The mercenaries from the Land of Divine Grace were like demons that had lost their mind and gone berserk. After they discovered the Mirror Lake, they immediately launched outrageous attacks. Caught off guard, the Mirror Lake, which was known as the picturesque holy land of martial arts in the Snow Province, instantly fell into chaos. Smoke rose high into the sky, and all kinds of cries and roars rang out.

I heard the crack of vertebrae from across the room. "What the hell are they?" Valerius gasped beside me. "I don't know," Ares breathed. But there was something in his voice. Recognition? No, not quite. It was more like... respect. The mercenaries tried to fight back. They were hardened killers, experienced warriors who had probably seen a hundred battlefields. It didn't matter. The strange wolves cut through them like they were children playing at war. Tiana was screaming orders, but her voice was drowned out by the sounds of battle—the clash of steel, the screams of the dying, the wet thud of bodies hitting the floor.