Chapter 422: The Archers Who Were Slaughtered

In front of the Crimson Sect was Viscount Gibran.

Having lost his left arm, he still looked tall and strong. He was riding on a tall horse, wearing a black and red robe. His long white hair fluttered in the wind, giving him the aura of a noble.

He also had a bright smile on his face, and there was a faint red light in the depths of his eyes.

Facing Kant, he did not have the hatred towards an enemy.

Because in his heart, this Baron Kant and the large troop of his, would become his sacrifice. At the foot of Mountain of Death, he would complete his blood sacrifice to that supreme existence!

Just like now, Gibran was leading this group of ignorant people into the trap that he had already set up.

Why did he have hatred to Kant?

He only wanted to thank him!