Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3144 Kill to Stop Killing

Gadel gazed at the battlefield's grim scene, a look of anguish crossing his face. These warriors were all citizens of Montiria, yet here they lay, casualties of an absurd conflict. Clenching his fists, he shouted, "I'm Gadel, the sixth prince of Montiria. To all Montirian soldiers, I command you to stop!"

But on a battlefield, his voice was a whisper in a hurricane. Even if a few soldiers heard, they might just ignore him.

As Gadel watched the continued chaos, a new resolve hardened in his eyes-a resolute determination, the mark of a true leader. Gripping the Eagle Sword tightly, he raised it once more. If you won't listen to reason, then let violence be the arbiter. Meanwhile, Matthew moved like a force of nature, cutting down anyone in his path. His clothes were drenched in blood, his handsome face streaked with crimson, and his sheer ferocity cast a shadow of dread over soldiers within 100 yards. As he slashed through dozens more Montirian soldiers, the blood sprayed across his face, giving him the appearance of a fearsome Grim Reaper.

Meanwhile, on the summit of Basha's Sacred Mount, Lucius stood with a commanding presence.

Behind him, the disciples of Basha's Sacred Mount were assembled and ready. Each face beamed with excitement. The Sacred Mount must not be insulted; only blood could repay such an offense.

"Mr. Lucius, there's a battle at the rear of the Montirian army," a disciple reported, bounding up the mountain to Lucius.

"Disciples of Basha's Sacred Mount, descend the mountain," Lucius ordered, his voice steady and unwavering.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of disciples surged down the mountain.

Montiria was now caught in a pincer attack, completely losing its footing.

Amid the chaos of a million devotees charging into battle, Matthew and his comrades could finally see the military camp ahead. Cutting down another enemy, he raised his voice to the heavens and cried out, "Montiria's camp is just ahead. Everyone, charge with me!"

Inside the command tent at the military camp, Iris frantically packed her belongings. All she needed was to make it back to Montiria, and she would be safe. Once she escaped, Matthew wouldn't dare pursue her there. She could bide her time, regroup, and eventually defeat him.

"Your Majesty, we're in trouble! Basha's Sacred Mount has gone mad. Hundreds of thousands of their disciples are coming down the mountain to fight us tooth and nail!" a minister reported, rushing into the tent to update Iris on the dire situation. All the ministers lowered their heads in despair. Matthew blocked their escape route, and now Basha's Sacred Mount had sealed off the front. It seemed fate had dealt them a cruel hand today.

"This can't be! How dare they? Didn't they send Matthew away before? What's going on?" Iris exclaimed, sitting at the head of the table, her disheveled hair framing her face and her skin exposed, but nobody paid any mind to her appearance now.

"You all bragged about your skills

before, didn't you? So, go on, kill

Matthew! I'make whoever does it a king equal to me," she spat, glaring at the silent ministers and generals below. She swept everything off the table in a fit of rage. "Once we're

back, I'll have every single one of you executed!" she screamed.

The generals exchanged a glance, their patience finally at its limit. They produced a length of rope from behind them. As Iris watched in horror, they tied her up along with the three so-called princes.

Out on the battlefield, Matthew noticed the soldiers of Montiria suddenly stopping and dropping their weapons. "Hold!" he commanded, ordering his own troops to stand down. He had promised Gadel to spare as many lives as possible.

A group of ministers and generals approached, quickly making their way to the blood-soaked Gadel, where they knelt in unison. "We greet Your Highness Prince Gade!!"