Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 138: Good Actor

“These darned rebels!”

The sight of the rebel army led by Zeng Lu and Abbot Palkyi charging into the inner courtyard caused the vice city lord to tremble in anxiety and fear. He could only keep bellowing to maintain his sanity.

“How dare you act so insolently to your master? You’ll go to hell!”

The vice city lord knew that his army wasn’t weak.

The rebels were fighting ferociously, but their sudden surge of morale wasn’t enough to fully overcome the gap in their fighting prowess. This was evident from how the fight had come to a standstill.

If the vice city lord sent out the elites guarding him right now, the Tibetans would most definitely be able to stop the rebel army’s advancement, perhaps even pushing them back. However, the vice city lord dared not to take this risk.

The transformation of the usually subservient slaves into savage beasts terrified the vice city lord. He was a warrior himself, but he was so scared to imagine what would happen if those slaves were to ever get their hands on him that he insisted on keeping the elites with him.

Fortunately, reinforcement arrived in time!

Bam!

A massive fireball descended from the sky like a blazing lotus, emanating terrifying heat waves.

“AHH!”

Both the rebels and the Tibetans fell victim in the massive area attack. Those caught dead center were instantaneously vaporized, whereas the explosion blasted away limbs and sent blood splattering all around.

The deafening explosion caused everyone’s ears to ring.

Both sides on the battlefield stalled to a halt.

It was then that Asudo descended from the sky and gently landed on a platform. The contrast between his beautiful face and his terrifying means intimidated everyone present.

“…Hmph.” It was a soft harrumph, yet it sounded loud as thunder. Asudo eyed the rebels and said, “What a pathetic attempt at resistance.”

“It’s the young master!!!”

“Hooray!”

“Our reinforcement is here!”

The Tibetan soldiers cheered in delight at the sight of Asudo, whereas the rebels’ morale plummeted to the bottom.

“Amithabha,” Abbot Palkyi m

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