From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 544

The commander's face was deathly pale. Little did he imagine he'd witness something so shockingly beyond comprehension.

He even began to wonder if he had somehow stepped into another world, into a strange realm entirely unfamiliar to him.

A three‑thousand‑man armed force, equipped with heavy tanks, rocket‑mounted armored vehicles, shoulder‑launched rockets, precision rifles, and fifty Gatling guns—yet all they managed to do was shred Leander's clothing, before being completely annihilated by him alone.

From beginning to end, he hadn't even seen a single trace of blood on Leander's body.

It was practically a one‑sided massacre.

Leander had wiped them all out without getting a scratch.

At that moment, the commander began to doubt why his powerful backer had ever instructed him to provoke such an indescribably terrifying being.

If even tanks and armored vehicles were helpless against Leander, then how was one supposed to deal with him? Should they have deployed fighter jets or bombers?

In his eyes now, Leander was no different from the Grim Reaper himself.

Leander's gaze was icy cold as he lifted the commander into the air, speaking succinctly. "Who hired you?"

The commander was terrified. He felt a chilling cold engulf his entire body, almost afraid to even meet Leander's eyes. The aura of death wrapped around him completely. "If I tell you, will you spare my life?" he replied shakily, his pupils trembling.

"If you tell me, I'll let you die peacefully." Leander's expression remained indifferent as he answered calmly.

"If you don't promise to spare me, I won't talk!"

The commander kept his mouth shut. He thought he had seized a lifeline, but in the next moment, Leander narrowed his eyes.

At once, he was suddenly flung high into the air.

"Since you won't talk, I'll just kill you."

Without even lifting his head, Leander simply clenched his hand. A terrifying, invisible force centered on the commander suddenly tightened, constricting him slowly.

Within that crushing pressure, the commander felt every bone in his body grinding and shattering bit by bit.

He could even hear the sound of his own bones cracking and his blood vessels bursting.

He died a slow and agonizing death. Every nerve in the commander's body seemed amplified, pain piercing through him at every point.

Every scream of agony traveled from his limbs to his brain, giving him a horrifying taste of what true hell on earth felt like.

Finally, a cloud of blood erupted into the air. The three-thousand‑man armed force had been completely annihilated.

Leander killed the commander with a cold, indifferent expression. He walked out from the ruins of steel and debris, then stepped forward, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the town.

Torre and the others stared blankly at Leander's approaching figure, unable to utter a single word. Gisela and the young man beside her were equally stunned, frozen by what they had just witnessed, their eyes fixed on him.

Leander wore a tattered white T-shirt with a large rip across his chest. Yet, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect, and all eyes followed him with a mix of awe and reverence.

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