The two steel swords collided together, and the flying sparks flickered like clever fireflies against the dark night, but each time they were accompanied by hoarse screams.

Edward felt as if he was about to be fascinated by this feeling, his previous life had never had such a chance or ability, holding a real sword and fighting another person. The thrill of the blood all over the body beginning to heat up slowly, every nerve, every part of the muscle singing, awakened something in the depths of the soul.

Not only did he not feel disgusted or vomit when he saw the blood sprayed on his body because of the first killing, but he was quite calm in his heart and accepted this reality very calmly - just like the previous life very indifferently accepted his terminal cancer, he easily and happily kicked the disemboweled Dominic soldier in front of him, and continued to wave the blood-stained steel sword to find the next prey.

If you want to save the captured captives, you must kill all the guards around you as quickly as possible, so that no one escapes back to report - this is the only thing Edward thinks about now, if there is any advantage in his more withdrawn personality, it is that he is very easy to accept reality, do what he has to do, and try to be perfect.

It's a world that resembles the Dark Middle Ages, a world destined to be full of barbarism and carnage—these Dominicans can kill for pleasure without any qualms, destroy the bodies of their captives in every way, and torture their enemies in the most brutal ways...... Even Weber, the somewhat stubborn little priest, didn't blame anything for killing himself.

If you want to survive and live well, you must adapt to the rules of this world and fully integrate into it, rather than clinging to some vision from another world.

But in the eyes of the Dominic soldiers, the unassuming black-haired boy looked like a strange ghost - by the time they heard movement behind them and came back to their senses, he had killed all three crossbowmen near the cell without saying a word!

In Edward's eyes, these crossbow-wielding minions were far more of a threat to him than those in armor and steel swords, and no matter how confident he was in his instincts, it was necessary to minimize unpredictable mistakes as much as possible - what if he was shot?

Dodging the swinging sword sideways, the black-haired boy leaned down and hooked his left hand around the opponent's neck, aiming the sword at his mouth. The panicked soldier didn't even have time to break free, his feet slipped forward, and a dead gaze watched as the tip of the sword pierced into his mouth, and the blood wrapped in brains gushed out like a geyser.

"The sixth. ”

The captain, who had been standing at the door of the cell, opened his mouth and watched with a dull gaze as Edward pulled the sword out of the corpse's mouth with some difficulty, his hands and feet were cold, and he seemed to be a little disobedient, standing there motionless. But Edward only glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to the watchtower not far away.

He was about to kill all the prison guards, but there was not even the slightest movement on it, which means that Webber had succeeded, right? Edward didn't really care if the young priest survived or not, as long as he could buy enough time.

I've given him enough chances, and if he's lucky, there's only one guard on the watchtower. As for whether he can survive or not, well, it depends on whether his glorious cross blesses him!

"Ahhh——!!!!!h In a panic, he picked up his shield and instinctively rushed towards Edward in front of him.

The black-haired boy's face was a little stunned, but his body did not stagnate because of this, the long sword was behind his back, his right hand supported the oncoming shield, and he rolled sideways from the captain who was already crazy to the back of him, and then turned around and kicked him in the back!

"Sergeant Major William, there seems to be some movement outside. In the cramped and extremely crowded cell, a Turin soldier tied to a wooden post nervously patted a middle-aged man with a full beard next to him, pointed to the iron fence on the door, and looked frightened: "Yes, are they ......coming again?"

As soon as he said this, the captives around him looked terrified—they had all seen how cruel this group of Dominicians were, and many of them were even trembling with fear and slumping on the ground.

"No, the sound looks like someone is fighting. Sergeant Major William, an experienced veteran, could hear what was going on almost immediately, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Perhaps...... Someone has come to save us!" but he didn't believe it.

There were more than a hundred Dominic soldiers in the whole village, and if someone did enter, it would have been a mess, but the sound outside was intermittent and looming, at most one or two people—William couldn't help but lick his stubble upper lip, slowly walked to the door of the cell, and peeked out sideways through the iron bar.

"Bang——!" A figure suddenly slammed into the door from the outside, and almost all the captives around him took a few steps back in fright, only Sergeant William still pressed his beating heart, his eyes wide and motionless—the figure outside the door seemed to be the small leader of the group of Dominica soldiers.

A more familiar, but even more stunned figure walked over, covered in blood and carrying a long sword. Sergeant William vaguely remembered that this kid seemed to be the knight's squire, wasn't he all sick and dying?

Edward didn't care what the unkempt middle-aged man hiding behind the bars was thinking. Time is running out for themselves, and it won't be long before the people in the village realize that something is not quite right.

The sword pierced through the heart, and the black-haired boy casually dragged the dead guy aside, pulled the key out of his body, stood up and shook it in front of Sergeant William, who was still hiding behind the cell door, and the other party's face showed a look of extreme excitement.

.................. The soldiers of Turin for the rest of their lives hugged each other and wept, and although it was only two days, it seemed to them that centuries had been gone long - watching people being caught and hanged, beheaded, and even torn alive by monsters, the group of people was almost crazy.

There were even a few who suddenly burst into tears, not knowing whether they were happy that they were so lucky to have survived, or sad for the dead brothers, but many of them left tears together.

Sergeant Major William also patted the shoulders of the brothers next to him very happily, the veteran's face also had a bit of happiness for the rest of his life, but when he looked back, he noticed that the black-haired young man was standing cautiously by the door and looking out, and the apologetic William quickly pulled the young man on the shoulder, and shouted a few times to the Turin soldiers who were still crying and laughing.

"What are you doing there, come and meet our savior!" the old soldier greeted the brothers behind him very warmly, and looked at Edward gratefully, "I remember that you were the knight's squire, thank you for the great Radiant Cross, thanks to you for remembering us poor worms!"

"Edward Witwood - it's a little thing. Edward smiled very sincerely, and shook the veteran's hand vigorously, the other hand's hand was very thick and full of calluses, which made him can't help but look at the guy in front of him more: "So, you are now the highest status among all of us?"

"Call me Old William, Sir Serra, who led the army, was hanged on the first day, and as for the knight you serve...... Oh, sincere condolences, I didn't survive that night. The veteran obviously misunderstood what Edward meant, lowered his voice and whispered: "Don't worry, Old William will not forget this kindness, and I will ...... for you when we go back."

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to say that......" Edward waved his hand a little stunned, "Are you planning to run away now?"

"Of course, why not?" Sergeant William smiled as he tilted his head to look at the soldiers behind him, "Who else of you are planning to stay in this hellish place?"

He was answered by a burst of laughter, and apparently no one took it seriously. The corners of Edward's mouth couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile, but his eyes were still looking at the veteran sincerely.

"You saved our lives, the Radiant Cross testifies, and we will surely repay the favor, no matter what you ask us to do. Sergeant Sergeant William shouted affirmatively: "No one here will dare to betray you!"

"That's the best, my request is simple. Edward opened his arms and smiled gently at everyone and said, "I need everyone to complete our mission this time, that's all." ”

Everyone's smiles were glazed, and they looked at the little squire in front of them incredulously, and they all felt that they should have heard it wrong. The corners of Sergeant William's mouth twitched, and he asked tentatively, "You, what do you mean......"

"Kill all the damned Dominicacs, kill them all, and then cut off the head of that evil wizard, and avenge all the dead, isn't that why we're here?!"

Edward became more and more excited as he spoke, but all the Turin soldiers he saw were silent, just looking at him there, and the black-haired young man laughed:

"You ...... Don't seem to agree?"