A formidable aura surged forth, forcing those nearby to instinctively recoil, terrified that if a battle broke out, they would be caught in the crossfire.
"Charge! Kill them! Kill them for this King! Anyone who manages to land a strike on this little beast will be promoted three ranks! Anyone who cuts off a piece of his flesh, five ranks! Whoever severs an arm, I shall grant the title of Viscount! A leg, and you shall be a Count! Whoever kills him outright, I will make a Duke!"
Bright Heavenly King bellowed, dangling these extravagant rewards before the tens of thousands of soldiers.
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