"Oh!!"

Spurred on by the heavy reward, the morale of the Valen family, which had been frustrated by the destruction of the flag, was rekindled, and it was even more blazing than before.

The soldiers who had received the promise shouted one after another, the spear forest was thunderous, and the sword and shield soldiers smashed their shields with the hilts of their swords, and the roars and shouts of killing were deafening.

Giber nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, ...... with me"

"Boom!"

A low, heavy thud came from the rear of the Gibb army, followed by a series of screams.

"What?"

"Save ...... Help!"

"Disperse, disperse quickly!!" accompanied by heart-rending screams, and all those who followed the sound and turned back saw an extremely shocking scene.

The person who tore the flag of the Valen family before actually lifted the nearly ten-meter-long oak flagpole, which was like an ant playing with a toothpick compared to the thick and long flagpole.

However, the flagpole, which weighed at least half a ton, was as light as a small wooden stick in his hand, and with a slight wave of it seemingly randomly, more than a dozen knights were swept away.

Those who were hit vomited blood in midair, and some of those who were swept from the side or even from the back had their entire bodies folded on the flagpole at a strange angle, and they didn't move before they could be knocked out.

"The God of War is on top!"

"Weird...... Monster!"

Under the frightened eyes of the Gibbarians, the shirtless man let out a loud shout, erected a thick black oak flagpole, and slammed it to the ground with such a ferocity that the dust spread like smoke with the shock wave.

The nearby soldiers only felt a violent shaking under their feet, as if they had been subjected to the [War Trampling] of the barbarians, and their bodies were shaken unsteadily by the huge shock, and even some people who were not skilled in riding fell directly from their horses.

Faced with an unexpected blow, the Valen family's majestic march came to a halt, and a small riot broke out in the rear of thousands of people, and the soldiers who were closer were shocked by the terrifying power.

Giber stared suspiciously at the smoke from the dust, always feeling that this man's moves were a little familiar, and they looked similar to the introductory stick skills learned by the guards, meeting to sweep the legs, spin the wrists and smash the head, and then ......

"Stop!"

Gibb's eyes widened, and he turned his horse's head and ran back like crazy, knocking down and killing several ordinary soldiers who couldn't dodge along the way, but he was still a step too late.

I saw that the muscles on the young man's arms suddenly tightened, and his feet, legs, knees, and waist exerted force in turn, and the flagpole was fiercely slammed into a semicircle with himself as the axis.

The thick flagpole brought up a storm of great violent, and one of the archers, who was far away, was tossed to the ground by the wind, and he was rubbing his eyes to see what was happening, but he was stupefied by a foul of hot and smelling things.

"Gross!"

He reached out and touched a handful of flesh-like things on his face, and the next second he fell to his knees and vomited in the dark, there were not a few people like him around, and some people who were not strong enough even crawled desperately far away with a face of blood trembling, for fear that he would become a mess of filth splashed on others in the next second.

"Magic ...... Devil!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

If you look down from directly above the battlefield, this ground composed of loess and crowds of people suddenly appears in a different color.

It was a semicircle sprinkled with a large area of bright red, and within that open space with a radius of more than ten meters, there was nothing higher than a chair alive except for the man.

Gibber stopped his horse and looked at the man panting with tears.

Leg sweep, head smash, sweep!

As he thought, he only used the stick skills commonly used by the guards when training blocking skills, which belonged to the foundation of the basics, and the lethality was pitiful.

But under the ten-meter-long flagpole and the strange power of inhumans, this ordinary triple attack turned into the most terrifying killing move. The entire rear army's position seemed to be rolled over by a huge stone grinder, and all living creatures around the man were emptied in an instant.

Those who got closer could still leave stumps and severed arms, and those who were hit by the end of the flagpole were directly blasted into a mist of blood by this terrifying attack, turning into a scarlet at the end of the black oak flagpole.

Looking at the flagpole, which was covered with minced flesh and wreckage, Gibb regretted it and hated why he had agreed to make such a sturdy black oak as a flagpole in the first place.

Under William's heavy blow just now, the morale of the Valen family almost slipped to the bottom.

Even if there were not many people who actually died under the stick just now, there would not be more than 50 people who died, which was just a drop in the bucket for Jibber's army of nearly 20,000, but the blow to morale was devastating.

In normal times, most of the people who are actually killed in a battle are untouchables and non-professionals, and the casualty rate is generally not more than 20%, and if the enemy retreats quickly, even the battle loss rate will only be a few percent.

However, the person who took the stick just now, not even one survived, and within William's attack range, the survival rate of everyone was zero, and even a dozen professionals were not spared.

In the face of this lifeless situation, no one will dare to rush forward, range killing + a terrorist attack that is absolutely unreasonable for ordinary people is exactly what a fourth-order professional can do to change the tide of battle by himself.

Although William was only a second-order, after getting a suitable weapon, the effect was even more terrifying than that of an ordinary fourth-order professional.

It is said that there must be brave men under the heavy reward, but not being afraid of death does not mean that they can launch a charge that is certain to die, and this kind of death method of being crushed to death like ants has far exceeded the ability of ordinary people.

Tie Qing looked around at the nearly hundred soldiers who were almost crumbling around him, looking at their panicked and frightened looks, Giber gritted his teeth.

He must not be allowed to continue to kill like this, as long as he comes like this twice, his rear army is afraid that he will directly scatter and flee, if Roman and Emir are taking the opportunity to make trouble, then today will be the day when the Valen family will be slaughtered!

"Get out of here!"

With Jibber's roar, a large amount of earth and stone was absorbed by him into his body, forming layer after layer of thick armor, and this layer of armor continued to thicken.

By the time he rushed twenty meters in front of William, Giber had become a behemoth more than three meters tall. Like a mad rhinoceros, it rushed towards William, who was holding the flagpole.

The huge weight trampled on the ground, and all those who stood in the way were reduced to a blur of flesh and blood on the stone armor, and the huge impact was daunting.

"Give me death!"