Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 319: Their Savior

The city had descended into complete and utter chaos. Everything had been running smoothly—until suddenly, the captured slaves broke free from their confinement and began attacking every slave trader and citizen in sight.

There had been incidents like this before, but never on such a grand scale. This time, the uprising wasn't isolated to a district or two—the entire city was erupting.

Slaves were being freed across every corner, and because the city's fame and fortune were built on its slave trade, it held an enormous population of them. Now, those same slaves were rising from all directions. No district was safe.

What made the situation much worse was that they were armed.

Zaroth, having bought the sub-par weapons that Torin had put on display at his shop, were cheap and easily mass-produced. As such, he spared no expense and bought thousands, giving Nightshade to arm so many slaves.

Of course, they weren't enough to arm everybody, but once let go, the slaves made use of the quickly spreading panic across the city and armed themselves with everything they laid their eyes upon.

Swords, spears, whips, gauntlets, axes, maces, hammers, knives, bows, slingshots, pickaxes, clubs, chains, and many more. Everything could be used as a weapon, even a broken wooden plank with a sharp tip.

Naturally, the guards and even the soldiers stationed across the city began to fight with them but found themselves unexpectedly struggling.

Their enemies—the slaves—were weak and poorly armed, so why did they have trouble dealing with them?

There were three reasons. First, the sheer numbers. No one had ever counted how many slaves were in the city, but now, it was horrifyingly clear—there were far more than expected. And with much of the military off fighting at the frontlines, the remaining forces simply couldn't contain them.

Second, the rebellion was spontaneous. The guards were caught completely off guard and unable to organize.

And lastly, they were battling people that had seen the worst of humanity. They had endured torture, assault—verbal and physical—of all kinds. They had lived being treated worse than livestock.

As such, in their eyes there wasn't even the slightest hint of fear, there was only determination. They wanted to kill the people that had made them suffer so much for so long, and if they had to die in the process, they were willing to pay that price!

Seeing the outbreak of the city, most of the wealthy merchants saw the writing on the wall and began to flee with everything they had. Most of them failed, slaves surged through the streets, intercepting their escape.

Only a few managed to succeed—these were not the merchants who trafficked sex slaves, but those who sold warriors and laborers. Their slaves were bound by contracts—true slaves in the cruelest magical sense. If their masters died, they would die too. And so, they were forced to defend them—even if it meant fighting against their fellow slaves.

None of the true slaves wanted to fight against the people that had just managed to break free, but they had no choice. If they didn't, their owner would die, meaning they would die as well.

Even if some were willing to let their owner die, paying the price with their lives, they weren't able to as the owners ordered their slaves to protect them. Left with no choice, they had to obey.

Dark smoke began to rise high in the sky, above the deadly clash below. The ground was becoming littered with corpses, only the scent of blood and fire lingered in the air.

Structures began to fall, animals ran wild in every direction.

More fought, more died.

At some point, the slaves began to lose ground. Numerical advantages could only take you so far after all—they were just weak and malnourished fellows. There wasn't even a person that led them.

That wasn't the case for long, however. As at a certain place where slaves and guards were locked in combat, the atmosphere around them tensed, and most of the people present kneeled on one knee.

"What the hell is this?!" one older man clad in heavy armor spat with irritation. There was something that prevented him from taking another step forward. He wasn't the only one that was under the effect of the strange spell.

What angered him most, was that he was one of the present generals residing in the city—how could he be affected so badly by a single spell that he couldn't move?

Not to mention that the slaves his squad were facing looked to be less affected than them.

"You seem to be struggling," a cold male voice pierced the tension, and all of the people turned their heads to the source.

A tall man with shoulders like boulders, a curved greatsword in each hand. He wore a suit that had been ripped apart so many times it looked like rags. His body was dressed in blood, almost like he had bathed in it.

Despite his state, his expression looked calm as a monolith. His two striking blue eyes looked like they were piercing the souls of the people before him, and his long white hair reached his waist.

What caught the attention of the people present the most, however, was the giant eye that hovered above the man's head. The way it stared at everybody present with no emotion, using its constantly changing colored pupil, terrified them to no end.

"ELDROS!" the general roared. He wasn't fond of the slave fights that were happening in the arenas, but even he knew about the legend of Eldros and how powerful the man was.

'So he also has escaped and joined the rebellion!' the general cursed, his mind racing for how to survive.

But there was no time to think, as Eldros moved as fast as lightning while his enemies were forced on the ground. One second he was far away, and another he was next to them.

Heads rolled to the ground, bodies split into parts. He moved quickly, getting rid of any guard and soldier in his way.

He was a holy man, he didn't believe that killing a person with no trial was a fair deal, but… once he began to kill those that had kept him chained for so long, something snapped in him. He was going to pass judgment on these sinners, and he was even going to enjoy it! There was a rule to not kill with emotion—especially revenge—but he was going to ignore the things that he had been taught, at least for today. He deserved that, at least!

Wherever he went, the tide of battle changed drastically. The heads of guards and soldiers fell the moment they laid their eyes on him. freёnovelkiss.com

A legend—for the still fighting slaves that saw him, that was the only way they defined him.

He appeared, killed, and disappeared in just a few moments. He was without a doubt their strongest ally.

Fueled by rage and a deep-seated grudge, Eldros pushed his body to the brink, determined to slaughter them all.

Eventually the fight dissipated. The slaves had won, every enemy was dead.

A crowd of thousands gathered in the heart of the city, all eyes fixed on Eldros.

To them, there was no doubt.

This man—was their savior.