The falling debris and soldiers created chaos in itself.


    The formation made by the spearmen copsed, and the knights'' attention was diverted, shouting to maintain order, while those standing above were also reluctant to move, fearing that they too might be attacked.


    In other words, this was our opportunity.


    "Follow me, you losers."


    I knocked the shield-bearer aside and grabbed the cor of the next soldier behind him.


    Ignoring the confusion in his eyes, I threw him aside, and those who stood behind him crumbled one after another.


    The power of the manyes from the formation and tactics.


    In a fantasy world where a single person can handle thousands, the copse of a formation is no different than losing the means to block a strong force.


    "Hmm!"


    Of course, the king knew this and had ced knights between us at intervals.


    "Smelly?"


    No matter how strong one is, once their attention is diverted, they can''t avoid the swords that fly toward their neck at supersonic speeds.


    And if those swords are even faster due to the blessings of the saint, the difficulty increases even more.


    With Freya''s sword, a knight''s head flew into the air, and panic spread among the soldiers.


    In the midst of it all, Arthur grabbed a soldier''s spear and, infusing it with his magical energy, hurled it toward the railing.


    The spear pierced through the stone wall, and soon exploded within the defense barrier, creating even more chaos.


    "Everyone!"@@novelbin@@


    Are they finally starting to respond?


    <ul>


    <li>Finally!</li>


    <li>Are you singing?!</li>


    <li>I’m so confident!</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Ah~ - Ah~ - Ah~</li>


    </ul>


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