All that came into view were enemies and comrades dyed red with blood.

The body is already tired, how many enemies are there?

Silently, Weken plunged his sword into his foe's chest, pushing his still-dead body two steps forward. Draw your sword and slash back to knock over an enemy with a mortal determination and cut off his arm.

A kick knocked him down, and a hilt smashed into his eyebrows.

The number of souls is added to one.

Weken quickly shifted his focus for the next short but treacherous encounter.

The enemy is all pressed up, and the battle line has long been unable to maintain. If they insist on finding a reason to support them to continue fighting, maybe it is to "survive"?

Clang!

Floyd stabbed a spear into Werken's back with a single sword, and another blow would kill him in a sneak attack.

"General......" Weken nodded silently and stood behind Freud, forming a back-to-back position with him.

"The battle line is finally in chaos. Floyd nodded silently, but Weken couldn't see it.

In other words, it is already very difficult to hear the words of the other party clearly in the center of the battlefield where the sound of killing is shaking the sky and the weapons are colliding.

All the schemes were abandoned, all the spells were in vain, and there was no longer any formation and position between the legions and between the soldiers, and everyone grabbed the enemy in front of them indiscriminately, trying to kill the other party by all means.

Here, there is only a group of red-eyed people, and there are no more soldiers who order and prohibit them.

"Wiken, maybe you'll die. "Freud didn't rush to find his next target, but stood here, waiting for something.

Weken nodded silently.

Those who can survive this chaotic battle may become as cold as steel in their hearts, right?

As far as the eye could see, there were only the most savage and despicable killing techniques, and everyone was waving their blades repeatedly. The only people who will be silent about this barbaric act are the dead who have been slain on the ground.

Bloody battlefields, I don't know why the books Lizlitt found glorify such garbage scenes.

"All the formations, it's all messed up. Freud looked to the side in silence and stabbed to death an enemy who dared to approach with a sword.

Not far away, the miscellaneous regiments were slowly approaching their general, continuing to follow the veteran who would bring them victory.

"Weken, are you ready for one last charge?" Voudeud smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the soldiers who had gathered directly at the encirclement.

In his smile, it seems that there is still the pride and pride of the past.

Yes, he can be proud, and he must be proud. To be able to gather red-eyed warriors simply by relying on personal charm, even a king can't do this level of ability, right?

Lear, who made his way through the tangled crowd and headed for Floyd. Behind him, a regular army spontaneously followed, slashing down the enemies on both sides.

Loku, Negar, they led the huddled squad. Eivar kept slashing at the enemies who were in his way with his axe, and came with a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

The veterans slew the enemy quickly, knowingly shook off the blood from their swords and walked silently towards Freud.

There were about fifty soldiers from the miscellaneous regiment who gathered...... More than half of the dead and wounded.

But even so, everyone did not flinch, and still gathered together silently with weapons in hand.

"Knights on the other side, this battle ......" Freud looked behind the enemy, the corners of his mouth grinning slightly, "we are tied." ”

"Why didn't you win...... Weken's face changed, but he was immediately persuaded by the sight around him.

It's not so much a war as two groups of people who don't know each other, gambling with their lives, fighting each other with weapons, and killing each other.

"Lear!"

"Here!"

"Pree, does he know?"

"Yes!"

Floyd and Lear looked at each other in silence, as if they both saw nostalgia for the past in each other's eyes.

"Weken!" Freud shouted.

"Here!" Weken nodded silently and stepped forward.

"I taught you how to swordsmanship, and Lear taught you to speak......" Floyd glanced at Wei Ken solemnly, and then looked into the distance, farther away than this Shura Purgatory.

Weken didn't say anything, just nodded calmly.

"Afraid of the magician?"

Floyd smiled slightly. For Wei Ken's habitual nod, he had no choice but to follow him.

"Scared. Wei Ken frowned slightly.

No one is not afraid of the existence of humanoid natural disasters that can change the battlefield in an instant.

"Haha! It's good to be afraid! It's good to be afraid! Then Weken—" Floyd smiled heartily and raised his sword.

Along with his sword was raised, and there was an order from Pree, who was in the rear.

All the mages seem to have abandoned their secret spell barrier guards, and all of them have used fire magic that ignites a large amount of light and heat, and all of them are smashing towards the enemy's mage camp.

The sky had long since been dyed blood red, and the smell of hideous things floated in the air. But no one would gagged for this, for those who gagged had already fallen on the battlefield in the first place, reduced to cold corpses.

Floyd's sword pointed at the enemy's phalanx of mages: "Now, let me tell you, knight, how to kill, the most honorable men in the world!"

"Yes!"

"Target enemy mage position, boys, charge!"

"Kill!!"

There seemed to be some strange emotion burning in his heart, and Wei Ken couldn't understand the strange feeling.

All the people around them scuffled together, and this group of fifty miscellaneous soldiers, who had gathered together almost by miracle, seemed to turn into a sharp knife, directly crushing the enemy who dared to stand in the way.

At this time, almost all the attention of the enemy was focused on the flame magic that was about to fall in the sky, and he didn't notice the viper-like team on the ground.

Hmmm-

Quickly slashing down an enemy with his back to him, Weken headed forward, following Floyd out of the way.

The comrades of the regular army were stunned for a moment, then they all seemed to understand something, and all of them spontaneously helped the miscellaneous army to clear the way, dragging the enemy to death by the side of the road, even with their own corpses.

Bang!

The vast amount of flame magic collided with the magical barrier erected by the Vichy Empire's mage position, and Amber behind him had a smug smile on his face.

The enemy's magic has been used up, as long as they survive this wave, then their own mages can directly use magic to destroy the enemy's mages. The remaining enemies only need to be slowly surrounded by magicians, and then the victory will be their own.

"Ah, my esteemed princess, I wonder if you have seen this firework so beautiful that it seems to be withering away?" A hint of blush appeared on Ambiel's face, as if he was intoxicated with the afterglow of victory, "Presqing, you are still too anxious! I will drink the wine of victory for you! That unknown knight-like man, your efforts will be remembered by this general!"

"Now, let's turn into my Amber's record and forever engrave it on the medal that symbolizes honor I hold!" Amber held his forehead, and his handsome face was extremely wild.

But......

"Whoosh!"

Rumble!!!

The fireworks dissipated, and with it, ......

"Kill!"

A ragtag army that tore apart the defensive formation in front of their mage team.