It is true that the breakout force is about to break out of the encirclement, but they do not know that the real threat is still to come. They have been treated as a dessert before dinner by the most ferocious predators who have ravaged the land of Rosente.

In the chaos of the battlefield, Hairington saw that the breakout force led by Hoyle was about to escape, and he could no longer bear it when he was still leading the troops in pursuit. He knew that once he had let the breakout force of knights and light cavalry rush out of the battlefield, it would be much more difficult for his troops to catch up again.

For Hellington, who thinks highly of himself and is eager to kill, it is simply an unbearable shame and remorse to let his mouth prey escape.

So he immediately turned over and dismounted, and left the large army and pursued the breakthrough force alone. With his legendary strength, although he could not wipe out the entire breakout force in a short period of time, he was confident that he could delay their actions.

At that time, the large forces in the rear will be surrounded, and even if the rebels have great ability, they can only turn into dead souls under the knife and be slaughtered by others.

Hairington's deputy, an archbishop-level priest, shook his head helplessly.

As Bane's beloved voter deputy, this is not the first time he's seen such a situation. Whenever Herrington's prey tried to escape, the man, who seemed to be the reincarnation of the god of war, would always leave the army and act alone.

This is not to say that Helrington is a brave and unscrupulous warrior, but every time he makes such a choice, it means that he has absolute confidence in victory. If he is facing a close opponent, the man will watch the enemy carefully, like a tiger before hunting, waiting for the prey to reveal its weakness, and then give the opponent a lethal attack.

On the periphery of the battlefield, the knights who rode around the battlefield saw Herrington's actions for the first time. I saw that the middle-aged man full of masculine charm jumped up from his horse, and the silver void flame burned from his body again. With the blessing of the demonic energy that turned into substance, Helrington's physical strength was greatly enhanced.

Gravity seemed to have lost its due effect on him, and when he touched the ground lightly, the whole person swept through the air at high speed like catkins, and every time gravity wanted to pull him to the ground, he used his foot to lightly sweep forward again against the law for a distance. The sturdy armor on Hairington's body did not hinder his movement at all, and in just a few moments, he far outpaced Charlotte and Nell in circles, and pursued the breakout force at great speed.

Charlotte and Nell, who were also riding their horses, turned serious and cold, and both of them were amazed by Helrington's strength.

Charlotte had also seen many warriors of great talent and skill, including his sister Vivien Leigh, Elf Devonne, Dwarf Tycklin, childhood friend Edie, and the unknown friend and foe of the monarch slayer, Zenath......

However, judging by the strength that Herrington has shown so far, he has the momentum of Vivien Leigh, the lightness of Devonie, the courage of Teklin, the skill of Zenas, and the calm temperament of Edie to win in the face of danger.

This is a formidable warrior who has never seen before, and he has almost no weakness!

Charlotte realizes that this chosen person, favored by the tyrannical god Bane, will become a formidable enemy he must face, and the mage who has lost Lusen's soul and no longer has the ability to reset death quickly thinks about it in his heart before making a decision.

"Nell, I'll go first!" he said to Nell beside him, "You join the breakout forces as originally planned, and then lead them to the spell position that Vivien has set up!"

"What about you, cousin!"

Before she could finish speaking, Charlotte was already levitating in the air in defiance of gravity. The Flying Spell freed the mage from the shackles of gravity and headed straight for Hairington like a falcon.

Nell was stunned, and immediately shook the horsewhip fiercely, "Damn!

The young man hated his powerlessness, and he knew that even if he walked with Charlotte, he would only be a liability, which meant that he was not even qualified to stand by Charlotte's side now.

'Someday—'

Hating his own powerlessness, Nell made a vow in his heart.

On the other side, as a warrior, Hairington was more than a step faster than Charlotte, and by the time Charlotte was about to approach the breakout force from the side, Hairington had turned into a silver hurricane and set off a bloody storm among the rebels.

Armed with a mighty sword, he was able to slash off his horse-mounted warriors with the simplest and most direct method with each attack. The attack was like a thunderbolt, and the warrior who was defending in front of him slashed in half, like a silver chain in the clear sky.

There was no enemy under his command, and the warrior who finally mustered up the courage to besiege him soon died, and the blood shot straight into the sky, splashing red blood rain with him as the center, the air was full of the smell of blood, and the scattered flowers and green internal organs fell with the blood rain, and the slippery and greasy organs scattered ten meters in a radius with him as the center. Such brutal fighting methods and invincible and terrifying force completely crushed the rebels, and everyone scrambled to turn their horses' heads, just to escape from the demon who was wreaking havoc on the world.

Herrington's attractive cheeks were covered in blood, but a smile of enjoyment appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Unlike Gerald, if Gerald was a battle maniac who enjoyed fighting, longing for destruction and being destroyed, then Helrington was an executioner who loved killing and thirsting for blood.

The two may seem similar, but they are fundamentally different.

Gerald doesn't care about any rules, he will do whatever he wants. But he only shoots at the prey he is interested in, enjoying the thrill of battle and the desire to destroy powerful enemies, although he also does not care about the loss of life because of him, but he will never deliberately attack a mortal who has no combat power.

As for Herrington, he enjoyed killing within the rules. As long as he is recognized as an enemy, then whether it is old or young, women and children, or powerful warriors, they are all prey on his list!

Right now, for example, Hairington was enjoying the thrill of killing. Even if the breakout force had collapsed, he used his extraordinary foot strength to keep up, and happily tortured those soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit one by one with brutal means.

"Enough!"

A few knights had finally appeared in front of him who dared to confront him head-on, which made the smile on Hrington's face even worse.

It was Hoyle, armed with the heirloom sword that had lost its jewel, and formed a circle with several noble knights.

"Oh, just a few guys who are trembling and can't even hold the hilt of their swords?" Helrington scoffed.

He was right, except for Hoyle, who could barely maintain his composure, the noble knights who had received formal military training were all weak and supported by an unyielding and hateful will.

Even Hoyle himself was actually scared enough.

"Hmph! Waste!" said Herrington with a scornful sneer, and immediately confirmed his assessment with action.

For Hairington, they are truly a waste. It was just a thrust, and before Hoyle could react, two of his companions were chopped in half.

Hoyle's eyes widened in horror as he saw one of his companions on either side of him, whooping in half from Hrington's shoulder blade to his tailbone, wailed and writhed on the ground, while the other had his left chest crushed by the hilt of his sword and collapsed pale in the rain of blood.

Hoyle's mind went blank, and he just followed his instinct to slash a sword at the powerful enemy in front of him!

However, it was pointless, and by the time he realized that he had split the air, the six knights who had advanced and retreated with him had all turned into deformed pieces of flesh.

The mutilated bodies of the companions in the eyes, the painful wails of the companions in the ears, the bloody smell of the companions in the nose, and the slippery touch on the face are the red-green intestines left by the companions......

"Behold, I am not lying, you and your companions, including the Locentes...... It's all rubbish!" Hellington, who had left him alone, almost pressed to Hoyle's forehead, enjoying the last play before killing, "You...... I'm going to die!"

Hairington the Dead declares Hoyle's death.

Because of the dark experiences he didn't want to recall as a child, what he loved most was the collapse and despair of his prey before it died.

Hoyle's eyes rolled, and he was on the verge of a complete breakdown. I want to vent all my fear, despair, anger, and hatred, so I roared with the exhaust gas in my chest, and turned all my life's learning into a split at this moment!

"Ahh

His mind went blank, but he realized that this might be the last chance of his life to wield the sword in his palm......