Blood spilled, swords clanged, the cold light of the moonlit night and the beating flames intertwined, and the sparks between the spears and blades seemed to be flying elves, constantly beating around the black-haired knight, with the brilliant and heavy red beating.

The instinct of the body and the consciousness of the self seemed to be completely torn apart, and he could not even feel the touch of the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he had completely become a part of himself, and the chain mail on his body did not even have the slightest weight, and completely merged with his own skin.

The moment the tip of the sword tore open the throat of the enemy in front of him, Edward seemed to be able to really feel his body touch his trachea, neck bone, and artery, and then tear them all with his own hands, allowing the blood to flow on his body, and then sliding to the ground without a drop.

The world seen in the black pupils seemed to be slowed down tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold - a hideous roar, an unwilling roar, a desperate wail...... Every movement is an incomparable exaggeration, as if it is like a target standing there, being killed by itself one after another.

Without even thinking about it, the instinct of the body will naturally dodge the weapons that stab at the point, and then kill the opponent with the cleanest attack - the length of the sword, the distance from the throat to the chin, the position of the heart, the junction between the armor, everything seems to be crowded in the mind the moment it is seen, and then it moves without pause.

The cranial cavity hurt as if it was about to explode, and Edward could even clearly feel that his consciousness and reason were fading little by little, and the more intense the physical exertion, the more obvious this feeling became.

But in the eyes of the royal knights around it. But the young Chief Flag Officer was slaughtering all the enemies who came near him with extraordinary speed!

Right. That's definitely not fighting. That's slaughter, killing...... The black-haired knight was barely visible in the shadows of the sword dancing in the night, only the spilled blood and an almost mournful wail were telling others that there was a man standing there.

The royal knights and the soldiers of the First Banner Regiment, who were still desperately resisting just now, were already dumbfounded - the fierce blood wolf cavalry and the hideous barbarian warriors seemed to have become extremely fair in front of the chief flag officer, and their lives were taken away with just one sword!

"Worthy of our Lord Edward Witwood. Ludwig, the bloodied Brotherhood Assassin, gasped and threw away the spear that had broken his hand in two, then drew his saber and flicked the Hidden Blade of his left arm.

"Of course, he's Edward the Lone Sword. How could anyone be his opponent?" Wiping the sweat from his face, Allen's face showed an extremely proud smile for the first time, his blue eyes were shining, and he looked at the Blood Cross Battle Banner that was still waving in the wind: "No one can defeat him, absolutely nothing!"

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the black-haired knight, watching him gently shake off the plasma on the blade of the sword, and slowly walked to the front of the first horse-resisting stake outside the barracks gate, and slowly raised the bright star in his hand.

Even the enemy, who had been screaming and fighting just a moment ago, stopped at this moment—fear, anger, panic...... All kinds of eyes stared at him, and they didn't even dare to take another half step forward. Obviously there is only one enemy, but they dare not attack!

"Battle Banner Legion—" shouted as if he had all the strength in his body. Edward aimed his sword in front of him and his eyes widened: "Attack!"

"Long Live Witwood - !!!"

The Turin soldiers, shouting from the mountains and the tsunami, brandished their weapons like a rushing waterfall and poured out of the barracks gates, taking the blue wolf warriors who had just stopped by surprise, and one after another fell into the trench and was killed by the wooden pillars cut below!

The warriors who were still stubbornly resisting just now are rushing towards the enemy, every inch of footsteps, every distance, they are using their flesh and blood to pave a wide avenue, so that the brothers behind them can rush up on their backs and fight to the death with the enemy.

A veteran of the 1st Banner Regiment, a pirate of the Lund Guard...... The soldiers rushed out like a tidal wave, obviously surrounded, but they still rushed to the layers of enemies without hesitation, fighting with those hideous monsters.

"Lord Witwood, we need to gather our brethren back and reorganize our defenses!" Liberus rushed to Edward's side while fighting the enemy, "We have too few men to defend the entire barracks, we must shrink the front!"

"Shrinking the front?" Edward smiled: "If you want to break up this group of barbarians, the only way is to kill Asriel - if you want to defeat the Blue Wolf Clan, the only way is to kill Asriel, so don't say anything about shrinking the front, who said that the surrounded side can't attack?!"

"I see. A slight smile appeared on Repinnus's face, and he pulled the Blood Cross battle flag directly from the barracks gate, and sounded the horn with the hunting flag.

The whole barracks were boiling - the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion, who had waited for so long, finally lost their patience, and even the auxiliaries, waving their weapons and improvised shields, followed closely behind the banner and charged in the direction of the front of the barracks, roaring and roaring with heartbreak, as if they were the ones who really attacked.

The flames were burning, the situation began to turn around on the slopes of the entire Eagle Fall Mountain, the balance of victory tilted in the direction of the Battle Banner Legion little by little, and the fierce barbarian warriors seemed to have temporarily lost the strength they were once proud of, and retreated under this sudden charge, unable to even stabilize the line under their feet, and watched the fluttering Blood Cross Battle Banner approaching the most central direction little by little.

The collapse of the front, the interrupted offensive - even the roars of the barbarian warriors who forgot to die could no longer be heard on the battlefield, and it was the desperate shouts of the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion that made the rushing river tremble!

All eyes were on the barbarian warriors who were trying their best to block the attack of the Blood Cross Battle Banner, but they watched one Turin soldier after another rush forward, watching the Battle Flag move forward unstoppably!

"Great Chief!" the blood-stained Blood Wolf Cavalry gasped and rushed to Asrael, looking at him in panic, "What should we do?"

"What should I do, hehe......" Looking at the increasingly panicked expressions around him, as well as the Blood Cross Battle Banner that was approaching, there was only a sneer on the face of the black-haired young man: "Can't you see it? ”

"Edward Witwood, he's played all the cards he can with his cards, and he's deliberately making a gesture of going all in, just to buy time, to force me back. Aceriel snorted mockingly, "How can I let him get his wish, this guy has no other tricks." ”

"Whether it's him, or his Banner Legion, it's all over - it's just a return to their glory, just a little more struggle before they die, there's no threat at all! Stop them, and then these Turin dogs are a bunch of prey for us to slaughter, and victory is at hand!"

After that, looking at the blue wolf warriors who rushed forward again, Asrael's face had a trace of inexplicable solemnity - in fact, he knew very well that Edward was not delaying time at all, this guy was gambling, he was betting that he would be able to hold out until the moment the reinforcements arrived.

But Edward, you must not know that the 300,000 Blue Wolf Clan is already a place beyond the Eagle Fall Mountain, where there is not even a day's journey away, as long as I am willing to drown your poor army like an ant at any time and place!

It's a gamble - if the Turin Legion arrives first, maybe you Edward will have a chance to kill me, but if the Blue Wolf Clan arrives first, let alone an eagle's fall mountain, the whole land will be in my pocket!) )