Chapter 1218

Douglas couldn't stop kicking his legs and swinging his arms, struggling desperately. Soon, his hands dropped weakly to the ground, and his legs went still. Douglas lay on the dead bodies with an Eastorian blade in his head, the handle sticking up. Footsteps could be heard in the distance. Holding a few red-glowing cameras, Dominic walked over, using his phone light to get a good look at the battlefield. His back was drenched in cold sweat. Nearly 100 people were in pieces, with just one body left intact. An Eastorian blade was stuck in its head. Dominic felt really sick. If it weren't for all the dead bodies he'd dealt with or the crazy stuff he'd witnessed, he'd have thrown up by now. Matthew looked at the item in Dominic's hand and asked, "Why do you bring cameras here?" Dominic nodded. "I can't help with anything, so I must keep myself busy. Here are all the cameras in this place." Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Who says you can't help? Start cleaning up the bod