C177

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

In the Thousand Military Array's illusion space, a rich young master dressed in embroidered clothing brandished his nine foot bronze greataxe in anger. Under the encirclement of over twenty enemies, he dangerously dodged and attacked.

His brocade robe had been torn, and there were two bone-deep wounds on his body. His flesh was turned out, blood was congealed