The winter blizzard obscures the sky.

The battle was long over—long before the roars, roars and the roar of steel clashing.

The enemy discovered their march, laid an ambush in advance, and took advantage of the sudden blizzard as a cover—the valiant rangers died in vain, and the fierce horseback people became headless flies.

Screams and roars continued, but no one knew where the enemy was, from which direction he was attacking, and how wide the two flanks of the line were.

So the soldiers fell one by one, so all the roars and wails, counterattacks and breakouts finally disappeared into the flying snow before they knew it.

Bang!

Kicking away the bones of a hussar standing in the way, Naze, the numb Knight of the Oath with numb hands and feet, held the hilt of the sword little by little, trembling and lifting the blade of the sword, supporting the almost shattered body to get up.

The Knight-of-Sworn stood alone with his sword, his only remaining left eye trying to open his feet, looking around at the blood-soaked frozen ground beneath his feet and the devastated battlefield of corpses.

No, it's not a battlefield ... This is the slaughterhouse.

He saw the fallen rangers who tried to cover their breakthrough, lying in the snow and ice in a neat line before they died, and he saw the hussars who were only left with stumps and broken arms, piled up with dead horses, and attacked around again and again in an attempt to tear open the breach, like the petals of flowers blooming.

A short distance behind him lay a tattered Boi battle flag, which had been carried by Count Seth Braha and three hundred other hussars an hour earlier, planted in the snow and swayed in the cold wind.

The dancing wind and snow turned their warbows into useless things, and the Azorean elven warriors rushed out of the wind and snow, turning their "detour" into a big joke.

Staring at the fluttering banner, the only remaining eye of the Knight-of-Oath was bloodshot.

The remains of comrades-in-arms, the bones of robes, fragments of armor, broken spears, banners, sabers, swords...... In the light red snow, only one thing was missing.

Clutching the hilts of his two-handed greatsword, the Knight of the Oath slowly raised his head, and at some point, the wind and snow gradually stopped, revealing the surrounding scenery.

Azorean elves... The only thing missing on this battlefield.

More than 1,000 Azorean elven warriors circled around the devastated battlefield as if they had received some order, armed with guns or swords, and from a distance, they looked like rings of steel.

Naze, the Knight of Oath, is the only survivor of this "Ring of Steel".

It's not that the enemy really deliberately spares his life, it's just that the "shield of defense" oath he carries on his body allows him to get up from the pool of blood again and again.

For the first time... Naze didn't know whether to thank or curse the Holy Cross's "protection".

The elven warriors in front of them suddenly moved out of the way, and a somewhat thin figure stepped out of the "ring", stepping on the blood and corpses under his feet, standing in front of Naze.

The Knights of Oath, clutching the hilt of their swords, just looked at each other quietly.

"Although I am not qualified to say such a thing from the position of the following, I ......"

The elven warrior standing in front of him suddenly spoke:

"Lord Naze, you have proved your loyalty to the Empire by your deeds, but you have also proved how powerless your god is—that abominable false god, who has given you the miracle of victory? ”

No response.

Naze stood where he was, his torn iron gloves falling to the ground, and he grasped the hilt of his sword wrapped in wire with his bare hands, fumbling to tear off the excess cloak behind his back.

"So... You still won't admit the reality, will you?" the elven warrior frowned, "Look around, look at the robes you died in! ”

"Why? Just because people like you, who do not want to open their eyes, are still desperately fighting for the false gods who have deceived you into serving! It enslaves you with curses, deceives you with lies, and makes you believe that there is a heaven in this world that leads to happiness and eternity. ”

"But that's a lie, there is no such thing as heaven, there is only reality and hell in this world, and the false gods who are entrenched in hell have been tirelessly trying to seize this ...... that rightfully belongs to us."

"Bell ——!!!!"

Like an angry beast, Naze, the angry Knight of Oath, swung his sword with one hand and pounced on the elven warrior.

Between the lightning and fire, the long white rainbow-like unsheathed knife deflected the blade of the great sword, smashing the wreckage on the ground beside it into shapeless flesh and blood.

Red snow dances around the Knights of Oath.

In the next second, the long knife pierced through the flying snowflakes, and the steel-forged shoulder armor and the snowflakes were stained with the gushing blood plasma at the touch of the blade, and then split in two.

The Knight of the Oath raised his empty left hand directly and stretched it parallel to the blade to the opposite side, and the surprised Elven warrior figure trembled and immediately retreated.

But the left hand, with the iron glove, was one step ahead.

"Click!"

Grabbing the delicate neck of the elven warrior, the Knight of Oath dragged his figure out of the afterimage like a stone-throwing machine, and then threw it with all his might.

"Ahh——!!!!h

Bang!

In the midst of the snow, the elven warrior who fell to the ground rolled among the bones, finally stopped, and knelt on one knee with a sword in both hands.

The Knight of Oath dragged his greatsword backwards, using all his strength, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, and slashed the greatsword out of a semicircle above his head and slammed it down.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The back of the long knife blocked the blade, but it couldn't stop the unparalleled power, and the snow and shattered bones from the elven warrior's feet burst out around him as the center.

On the battlefield full of messes, there is a very complete "circle".

The expressionless elven warrior stared at the scarlet one-eyed Sworn Knight, his arms holding up his long sword trembling slightly, even if his arm broke the next moment, it would not be strange.

The Knight of the Oath reached out again with his left hand and reached for the top of the elven warrior's skull.

Right now!

In an instant, the elven warrior jerked to his feet, tugging at the back of his sword to unload the blade, and the long knife in his hand flashed between the figures almost against the door of the two of them.

Draw the knife, press the handle, raise it... Choose!

"Poof——!

Blood gushed out, and the Knight's left arm separated from his body, falling into the pile of bones.

Feeling the cold and murderous aura that rushed to his face, the elven warrior who escaped the catastrophe did not have any happy look on his face, but realized something.

The Knight of the Oath, who was stunned in place, turned his head mechanically, and the great sword in his hand was aimed at the elven warrior again in the direction that the one-eyed could see.

That eye... Hollow, numb, and not even angry in sight.

There is no faith in the world.

"I see... You are not fighting for your faith, much less for your dignity. The elven warrior muttered in a low voice, "It's all over for you, isn't it?"

"Lord Naze, you are fighting for despair, for revenge. ”

The Knight of Oath shuddered as he stood still, a low roar coming from deep in his throat.

"That's right, I've gotten to know you very well... Knight of the Oath. The elven warrior raised his head and met Naze's remaining one-eye, "As long as you haven't given up hope, you can get back up again and again, and pounce on your enemies unscathed." ”

"Then there is only one way to really kill you - let yourself completely give up the will to live. ”

"Let you despair. ”

"I'll give it to you... Despair. ”

Clang!

The one-armed Knight of the Oath once again took his sword and crouched on the ground as if he were gathering momentum, his legs bent at his knees and his back arched.

His pupils shrank, and the elven warrior suddenly shook the long knife behind his back, the blade drooping.

"My samurai way... It's boring, it can't roll up the ice and flames that soar into the sky, it can't bring the dead back to life as my puppets, it can't turn into invisible arrows, and it can't sneak up on enemies from the shadows......"

"Compared to me, the 'way of the samurai' mastered by many samurai is so dazzling, and even the simple and direct 'slashing' of the chief of the imperial court is much more interesting than mine. ”

"It's... Like the power 'given' by a false god, it is a curse. ”

The elven warrior muttered in a low voice.

"Poof——!

The afterimage flickered, and the two-handed greatsword of the Oath Knight pierced through the torso of the elven warrior!

The thin robe provided no protection at all, and the fragile ribs broke in response, and the skin, flesh, and lobes of the lungs ...... All the internal organs were shattered into shapeless flesh and blood by the heavy blade, and then gushed out from behind him along with the tip of the sword that pierced through the body.

The Knight of the Oath stepped forward with force, his shoulder against the elf hanging from the sword, and his arm jerked his sword upward.

Divided!

Shattered flesh and bones fell to the ground, and only a faint look could be seen.

Won... Is it?

"If there's a reason, it's probably because I'm always so bad at words, right?"

The voice of the understatement came from behind him, and the Knight of Oath, whose pupils had constricted, turned sharply.

The elven warrior holding the long knife behind him still stood in place, muttering to himself.

"I can't hear the meaning of the words, I can't understand the ridicule between friends, I can't understand the ridicule hidden in the vocabulary, and I think that if I want to refute it, I can only add to my troubles. ”

So, I chose to be patient—no matter what they said, no matter how ridiculous, ridiculous, invective, humiliating...... I endured it without saying a word, silently... Endure. ”

"It's as if if they won't resist, they'll stop. ”

The elven warrior shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"And so my 'way of the samurai' has become this extremely boring existence - if you want to use it, you have to hold the hilt of the sword and stay motionless, and the slightest resistance will be lifted. ”

"Ahh——!!!!h

The roaring Knight of Oath once again pounced on the Elven Warrior, the tip of the great sword dragging backwards through the snow and curling up in a "white wave" as it galloped towards him.

"Poof——!

At the moment when the snowflakes danced, the great sword slashed an arc in the air, and the figure of the elven warrior was split in two, cut off from the waist, and the internal organs and intestines and flesh were scattered in all directions.

The raised blade landed with a loud thud, crushing the lower half of the elven warrior's body, and the remaining right hand let go of the hilt and grabbed the falling head in the air.

Boom ——!

The elven warrior who was dragged by the head, the last remaining upper body was smashed to the ground by the Oath Knight, and then he was pulled up and smashed down again, again and again, again and again......

Until the face could no longer see the shape, the whole chest sank deeply, and the spine and neck twisted and broken, turning into sections......

Still... The despair in the heart of the Knights of the Oath could not be erased.

What the hell does it take to kill this brute who killed everyone?!

Is it to crush his head?!

Is it to crush his heart?

Is it to tear him to shreds and then roast him to char?!

Are you going to die with him?!

What exactly should be done, what should be done, can you ......

"But... In my heart, I was actually hungry for revenge. ”

The familiar voice caused the Oath Knight to look back in horror at the elven warrior who was also looking at you, and the slight smile on his lips.

"I hope they can feel the same pain as me, I hope they can bear the same suffering as me, and I hope that they can feel this pain and suffering again and again, and after deeply understanding their mistakes, they can use the most sincere words to say ......"

"I'm sorry, I... Wrong. ”

"Don't dare anymore. ”

Bang——!

The moment the words fell, the Knights of the Oath exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood as if they had exploded.

But he could clearly feel that he had just been pierced through his chest by something, and then he forcibly tore open his torso, was beheaded in half, crushed, and ravaged......

But... He was awake - so awake that every process that had just happened, he could clearly feel the very direct pain, and it was inflicted on him again and again.

"Therefore... As soon as I open my mind, the enemy around me will feel all the damage he inflicts on me again and again, and will not stop until I stop it. ”

The smiling elven warrior shook his head suddenly, "No, not before I terminate, but after they—after they really realize their mistakes, can they really stop." ”

"Poof......

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pool of flesh and blood of the Oath Knight, and the fragments of his body were like countless crawling worms, moving closer to the still intact head, and little by little he returned to his original state.

Even the eyeballs that burst before are already intact.

But there was no numbness, anger, or fear in those eyes, only despair.

A kind of desperation that wants to escape, wants to escape.

The mighty Knight of Oath trembled as he knelt in the snow and the bones of his robes, staring blankly at the elven warrior who pointed his long knife at him.

"Well, as I promised. A smile appeared on the elven warrior's face, like the naughty boy snickering after revenge:

"I will give you despair. ”

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