Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3105 The Annihilation of Xavier Regiment

After the flood, the valley returned to its previous tranquility, only now littered with countless corpses, resembling a scene from hell.

Matthew looked around, his face a mix of emotions.

He was no saint, but the weight of nearly a hundred thousand lives in his hands was still overwhelming.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcus!"

"No need to be polite! It's all for Cathay. Once they chose to walk down this path, their fate was already sealed." Marcus waved his hand dismissively. "You've given them so many chances already. They just didn't appreciate it!" He glanced at the valley, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

It was as if he had merely stepped on a pile of ants.

Matthew didn't respond but expressed his gratitude again. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways.

With the Xavier Regiment completely wiped out, Matthew did not linger and headed straight toward the Sacred Mount.

...

Meanwhile, at the other end of the valley, a group of figures could be seen moving around.

Zedbar was incredibly lucky. He barely survived the flood, thanks to the protection of his men.

Trudging through the snow, the group reached the halfway point of the mountain.

It wasn't that they didn't want to go down. They encountered Enzo along the way, who brought them some devastating news.

The valley was now surrounded by tens of thousands of troops.

Zedbar's eyes were lifeless, his face etched with despair and defeat.

One of his subordinates looked at him with concern. Having survived a terrifying ordeal only to replace themselves surrounded by snow, their situation had reached its nadir.

"Lord Zedbar, please stay strong. Once we get back to Montiria and regroup, we can definitely rise again."

Zedbar gave a bitter laugh. "Rise again? Ha!"

"Nearly a hundred thousand troops, all buried because of me. Rise again?"

Muttering to himself, Zedbar's face gradually took on a menacing look.

Just thinking of Matthew's annoying smile made him tremble with rage.

My current miserable state is all because of that guy!

"Agh, Matthew Larson, you'll die a horrible death!"

"I, Zedbar, swear that in my lifetime, I will crush you to dust!"

After shouting these threats a few times, frustration seemed to

dissipate somewhat. His face

looked less grim.

But Enzo was so enraged that his face turned blue.

"Idiot, your loud shouting could trigger an avalanche," he snapped in a low voice. Zedbar shot back with a cold stare. "You piece of trash, I don't need your advice."

"I'll stand right here. Let's see if this mountain can bury me!"

Disheartened, Zedbar couldn't care less and assumed his royal stance.

However, at this moment, they all felt a slight tremor beneath their feet.

Enzo's face turned ashen as he watched the snow on the peak starting to collapse, filling him with despair.

The snowy mountain didn't

disappoint Zedbar. The growing avalanche, with its unstoppable force, came crashing down toward them.

They had just started to run, but it was too late.

In an instant, the snow engulfed them all.

News of the disaster in the Valley of Doom spread quickly.

BUMS

With the annihilation of nearly a hundred thousand troops, both Seraphis and Montiria were thrown into chaos.

Upon hearing the news, some

members of the Night Vine

syndicate, who had been eagerly

awaiting Matthew's death, began planning to dispose of their stockpile.

A few, however, decided to wait and see how Montiria would react.

The death of the son of the Minister of Border Affairs would surely have enormous repercussions.

In Montiria, the entire royal family was plunged into an inexplicable gloom as a storm was brewing.