The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 559

“Arghhhh!”

“Please spare me!”

“At least, let me live...!”

The capital of Grimwell had turned into a slaughterhouse for days on end. Rank and guilt held no meaning in this bloodbath.

Literally, everyone was dragged away and killed indiscriminately. Some attempted to resist and gather forces, but they were no match for the Salvation Order.

The capital square was dyed red with blood. So much blood flowed that the soldiers’ ankles were perpetually submerged, as if a flood had overtaken the ground.

In the center of the blood-soaked square stood a small pedestal. On it lay a single, unassuming bracelet.

Gatros watched the scene with a tense expression.

Please...

If that bracelet turned out not to be a holy artifact, it would instead be stained with crimson, becoming yet another cursed object like the Orb of Life.

Creating another cursed item like that wasn’t the point of all this. It would have been an utter waste.

But if it truly was a holy relic...

Flaaash!

Suddenly, an unimaginably bright light burst forth from the bracelet.

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