Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3207 Chaos in Montiria

In a village less than a yard from Thorneville, all the villagers were kneeling on the ground, and before them stood heavily armed Gloam Wing soldiers, their eyes roaming over the villagers as if they were merely objects. In front of the villagers lay several mangled bodies, the sight of which kept the others kneeling in fear, afraid that any movement would turn them into the next victims of those guns.

"These people were subordinates of the notorious Matthew Larson. They secretly conspired to plant Night Vine, which is why we had to kill them," Kurtis said, his voice filled with a righteous tone as he addressed the villagers. Of course, if they weren't kneeling, his words might have seemed more credible.

"However, all your crops this year-wheat, fruits, and vegetables-could be cross-contaminated with Night Vine. So, we need to take them all back for testing. You don't have any objections, do you?" Though framed as a question, it was clearly a threat.

"Sir, if you take all our food, what will our families eat? Please, we beg you, we can't survive without these crops," an elderly man pleaded, clutching Kurtis' leg as tears streamed down his wrinkled face.

The villagers were all gaunt and malnourished, relying on that year's harvest to make it through. These crops were their lifeline.

Kurtis' face twisted with impatience. He kicked the old man to the ground, shouting angrily, "You old fool, do you think I care about your complaints? What will you eat? I saw some gravy in your house-eat that!"

The old man's head hit a rock as he fell, blood immediately seeping from the wound. The villagers, still kneeling, could only look on with hatred in their eyes.

A strong man rushed to the old man's side, his voice breaking as he cried, "Dad, don't scare me like this! Grandpa Hiram, please, save him!"

The man stumbled and crawled toward another elder kneeling nearby, the only one in the village with any medical knowledge known to all as Grandpa Hiram.

"Osric, your father... he's gone." Hiram shook his head helplessly, the expression on his face filling Osric's heart with cold despair.

The Gloam Wing soldiers, carrying the village's future in their hands, left with arrogant strides. Osric, now silent, picked up his lifeless father and carried him home.

This scene was not unique to this village. In other villages, the situation was even more brutal. Women of any beauty, whether young girls of married women, were assaulted by Gloam Wing soldiers, who had descended into savagery.

Where once they took women into rooms, now these Gloam Wing soldiers had thrown away all pretense, brutalizing their victims openly, in front of their parents, children, or husbands.

Tears streamed down their faces,

and their pleas for mercy only fueled the soldiers cruelty. When they were done, the soldiers would often kill them, claiming the women had tainted their bodies. To these

soldiers, it was a privile

for the women to be used by them-a twisted blessing for the village bumpkins.

Now, no woman of any beauty dared to walk the streets of Montiria. If spotted by Gloam Wing, they were dragged off, used until the soldiers grew bored, and then sold to the

dark underworld of Myov

This was the darkest period in Montiria's history since its founding. Some scholars, in private, had started to refer to this turmoil as the "Sorrow of Montiria."