When the killers raised their blades and were about to rush into the ranks of guards, the leader of the guards shouted again: "Crash!" The guards holding shields did not retreat but advanced! They held their shields and slammed straight into the killers, and the immovable city wall moved again, becoming an unstoppable torrent of steel.

In the hands of these guards, the shield is not only a tool used to guard, but also a weapon to kill!

The shields made of stainless steel and the swords of the killers collided without any tricks, and no matter how many dizzying sword flowers these killers changed on the way out of the sword, the swords and shields still collided with each other strongly, just like the red-eyed, frenzied bulls that rushed into each other, and the opponents who were destined to meet as if they were fate.

Resolutely, either you die or I die!

However, after all, the sword is used to stab, sharpen, and split, but it is not used to strike. When the long straight sword body collided with the thick round shield, it was like ice and snow melting when it met flames, in exchange for a defeat without suspense!

However, there was no way back from this defeat.

How did these killers leave a way out for themselves?

The huge force carried the round shield and drove straight in, forcing the long sword back, and the killers who rushed forward at the same time had no way to dodge, but could only watch as these swords of their own swords slashed into their bodies, cutting off their own lives.

The killer was killed, and these killers may have foreseen the fate of their own killing, but they probably did not imagine that the weapon that killed them in the end would be their own saber.

Another shout of "Retreat!", the guards who received the order forbidden, withdrew their shields and formed a tight defensive formation, as if the fierce attack just now was just an illusion, just those upside-down, horizontal corpses on the ground told people that these guards were not only good at defending, but also good at attacking.

Able to attack and defend! Invade like fire, immovable like this, and be like this.

Al, who had been observing the battle situation, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, worthy of being a palace guard, the elite of the army, composed of veterans who were one in a hundred. Although there were not many of them, Al was sure that if these killers met the palace guards in the wild, these killers would have no chance of victory, and they would be greeted with a rout. It's just that because they want to protect the emperor, these guards are tied hand and foot, and they can only defend passively. However, despite being only able to defend, their defense was impregnable, leaving no flaws.

Just when Al thought the situation was decided, the killers pounced on them with a desperate force, as if to tell the people that the attack would not stop until they were killed.

However, hard work does not necessarily lead to success, and recklessness does not equate to bravery. The leader of the guards let out a contemptuous snort, and he shouted again, "Thorn!"

With his command, the guards raised their shields in their left hands, and their swords in their right hands stabbed out in unison! The sound of "brushing" was a sharp sword piercing the air, and the music of death was played, as if these murder weapons were cheering and admiring, telling the desire to drink blood.

So they were satisfied, without fancy tricks or ethereal tracks, and the guards simply shielded their weaknesses and raised their swords to stab at the vital points of the place. However, it is easy to say, but it is difficult to do. Whether it is the unwavering accuracy that does not deviate from the slightning, or the lightning speed, or the eye that discerns the slightest detail and sees the weaknesses of the place at a glance, they are all combat skills that can only be mastered by a battle-hardened warrior.

Not for showmanship, but for combat, real killing skills.

So there was no suspense, only the bodies of the killers were left behind by the sword, and none of the guards were killed. However, the strange thing is that there are less than ten people who pounce on this time, and the other killers dodge far away when their companions are killed, as if they feel that the attack is hopeless and are ready to flee.

Al was also a little confused, the situation was very strange, but at the same time he felt a little familiar, until he sensed that there seemed to be elemental fluctuations in the killer, and finally remembered where this familiarity came from.

"Get out of the way! it's an explosion!", he shouted.

However, Al's reminder was a little too late, and the guards were very dense. Only the continuous explosion sound of "boom" could be heard, and these corpses all exploded among the guards like the previous boar. The powerful explosion easily destroyed the seemingly impregnable defensive formation, and the guards were blown away by the massive impact like duckweed swept up by the wind. The armor forged from steel did not protect their bodies, and the armor was completely deformed by the impact of the explosion like an iron embryo that had been hammered continuously. And the warriors who were protected by the armor naturally did not end well, although they were not like those nobles who had no protection, they were blown apart, but their bodies were completely twisted and they did not look able to survive.

After the explosion, the originally orderly formation became a mess, and the strong warriors lay on the ground, unable to stand up again. The leader of the guards roared like a wounded beast and rushed forward to check. Fortunately, due to the obstruction of the soldiers in front of him, Grievous the Great, who was heavily protected, did not suffer any damage. The leader of the guards looked around, familiar faces lying in pools of blood, no longer alive.

These warriors were his subordinates, his comrades-in-arms, his compatriots, and he could accept that these warriors died with honor on the battlefield, but he would never allow them to die in such a despicable and shameless plot.

With red eyes, the leader of the guards wiped the blood of the warriors on his forehead, and swore to the gods with his sword: "I, Baird Azier, swear to the gods that I will track down all those involved in this attack and kill all the masterminds behind this attack to avenge this sea of blood." If I break my oath, I will be thrown into a boundless hell, and I will become a demon, and I will experience all the suffering, and I will never be able to redeem it. At this time, he was covered with blood, his eyes were red, his face was hideous, and his angry face was distorted to not look like a human form.

It's really like a legendary demon.

Al, on the other hand, was cold, and there was only one word in his mind: suicide attack. This was a word he had often heard before he came to this world, but he had never imagined that in this god-worshipping world, he would encounter such a terrifying attack.

Faith sustained by sacrifice and terror is just an excuse for fantasy and vulnerability in the air, to cover up one's own incompetence.

Exercising human sin in the name of God.