150 Chapter 150: Ghost of the Battlefield

"...Kill them all."

"W… what? Wait, no!"

Gil tried to get up, but it would seem that the injury in his head has paralyzed half of his body.

Van's words were like whispers from all the pain and grunts that filled the air, but even then, Nisha and Cynthia could hear his voice so clearly as if he was just standing beside them.

And then, the two of them, for some reason, turned their heads upwards exactly at the same time; as if looking at something only they could see.

"..." Nisha slightly furrowed her eyebrows, while Cynthia let out the widest smile she has ever made in her life.

"Haha! I knew it would be interesting by your side!" Cynthia then once again let out a shrilling cackle as she weaved her way through the other Prisoners, stabbing them in the back, or pushing them towards another enemy's attack to kill them.

"..." Nisha's eyebrows were still furrowed, however, after glancing at Van for a few seconds, she went back to the battle.