“I didn't expect to actually hook such big fish this time.” Soren, supported by Corena, quickly retreated from the chaotic battlefield.
Her speed was extremely fast, almost turning into a gust of wind, shuttling between the flying arrows and the dazzling magical light.
When they landed again, Soren's heart was still pounding.
Looking at the sister in front of him, he couldn't help but praise, "Corena, you are even more powerful than I imagined. You've actually reached the sixth rank."
Corena smiled triumphantly, playfully wrinkling her little nose at Soren, "Hmph, only now do you know how powerful I am? Now, I am enough to protect you, Royal Brother."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ito and the Royal Guards quickly arrived, heavily guarding Soren in the middle.
Their arrival injected a new force into the chaotic battlefield.
Not far away, Rein, Andre, and Pfa were fighting fiercely with three eighth-rank knights.
Those knights were clad in heavy armor, wielding greatswords, each swing carrying the force of thunder.
Rein and his companions coordinated tacitly, facing the strong enemies without fear, showing impressive combat power.
The Bloodtear Organization's members number three and five were both mages, wearing robes, waving their staffs, releasing powerful magical attacks.
But Bafi and Anka did not show weakness either. They used the camp's defensive formation to engage in a wonderful knight-versus-mage duel with the two mages.
Soren witnessed all of this and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Three eighth-rank knights, two eighth-rank mages,
The strength of this organization should not be underestimated."
Several ten-thousand-man commanders engaged in a fierce battle with the assassins.
The strong energy fluctuations destroyed everything around them, and everyone was shocked by the power of both sides.
Both sides quickly waved the swords in their hands, and a crisp metallic collision sound was emitted at the moment the sword bodies collided.
Their strengths were very strong, and each swing had endless momentum.
Assassins number three and five were both mages, and each time they launched an attack, the surrounding atmosphere became scorching hot.
Rein spotted an opportunity when one of the assassins was attacking, calmly dodged the attack. Then, he stretched out his hand and released a powerful magical force, directly blasting the assassin away.
The assassin knight quickly regained his balance, and a strong purple magic power began to emerge from the knight's sword in his hand,
Rein's reaction was extremely fast, he dodged sideways, avoiding the assassin knight's attack. The warhammer in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, directly smashing towards the assassin knight's right arm.
The assassin roared in pain, but still did not give up, desperately stabbing the knight's sword towards Rein.
Rein stared closely at the mentally unstable assassin knight, and mercilessly unleashed the final blow.
The warhammer whizzed, directly smashing the assassin knight's head.
In the violent tremor, the assassin knight's body collapsed, and then triggered a violent explosion, blasting Rein away.
Seeing this scene, Soren's eyes narrowed slightly. These assassins were indeed exactly the same as in the game, self-destructing upon death.
Fortunately, he had told the ten-thousand-man commanders about this matter early on, telling them to pay attention to the assassins' self-destruction,
Although Rein was blown away, because he was prepared, he was not injured too much, and quickly went to support Pfa.
The battle between the knights was about to be decided.
On the other side, numbers three and five witnessed the successive fall of the assassin knights, and their faces were gloomy as if water could drip from them.
The two mages originally thought that with their strength, they could easily solve Bafi and Anka, but reality gave them a resounding slap in the face.
These two knights, Bafi and Anka, were not only outstanding in strength, but also had very rich experience in fighting mages.
They launched attacks without hesitation.
This put numbers three and five in an unprecedented predicament. They tried to find a breakthrough, but every attempt ended in failure.
As time passed, the anxiety in the hearts of numbers three and five became heavier and heavier.
They knew that once the other imperial ten-thousand-man commanders solved their opponents and turned to besiege them, then they would fall into an even more dangerous situation.
This sense of oppression made it almost impossible for them to breathe, but they still tried to remain calm, trying to find a way to reverse the situation.
Just at this critical moment, a cold snort suddenly sounded, this sound was like a devilish sound from the Nine Nether Hells, making people shudder.
Then, a dazzling sword light descended from the sky, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, directly severely injuring Bafi with one blow.
Bafi flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on the ground, his life or death unknown.
This sudden change stunned everyone, including numbers three and five.
They looked up and saw a small man, only one and a half meters tall, standing not far away, wearing a set of Japanese armor shining in the sun, holding a shimmering katana in his hand.
The appearance of this little man also stunned Soren. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "A Jap? What's going on?"
Although this little man was unremarkable, his strength was unfathomable. His appearance undoubtedly brought new variables to this battle.
Numbers three and five looked at each other, and a gleam of joy flashed in their eyes.
They seemed to see an opportunity to reverse the situation, so they did not hesitate to approach the little man.
On the other side, Anka and the other imperial ten-thousand-man commanders also reacted and rushed towards the little man, intending to besiege him.
But the little man was not afraid at all. He waved the katana in his hand, and every time he swung his sword, he could bring up a bloody light.
His figure shuttled quickly on the battlefield, like a ghost, making it unpredictable. Whether it was a mage or a knight, no one could stop his footsteps.
Soren looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What is the origin of this little man?
He's so powerful!"
He knew that this battle had gone beyond their control.
‘Saint Rank!’ The Endless Blade reminded.
Soren's face instantly turned pale, and he almost blurted out a swear word. Seeing Corena and Ito wanting to set up a defensive position in the area before the enemy approached Soren, Soren quickly pulled them back.
“Don’t go and die, that’s a Saint Rank Sword Saint.” Soren shouted quickly.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding Royal Guard members suddenly turned pale. Those Royal Guards from noble backgrounds even showed emotions of fear of war and avoidance of war. Only those Royal Guards from commoner backgrounds, after a brief loss of focus, more firmly stood in front of Soren.
“Your Highness, you go quickly, we will stop him.”
Ito gave Soren a knight's salute, preparing to die for Soren.
