Finally, when the roar of the blood wolf cavalry sounded outside the barracks, the infantry of the already exhausted Battle Banner Legion finally could not hold on any longer, and one hundred teams after another were scattered, ravaged, screaming and wailing to the ground, and the few centurions who were still stubbornly resisting were quickly torn to pieces by the spears or battle axes stabbed from all directions, or the neck was bitten off by the blood wolf, and the headless bones fell to the ground and twitched.

The front line in front of the wall, like a fragile wooden wall, was completely smashed to smithereens - the surging blue wolf warriors rushed in close behind the blood wolf cavalry, fighting each other with the Turin soldiers, and the whole battle line was completely entangled, even to the point that it was impossible to distinguish between the enemy and their own people.

The gushing blood stained everything everyone could see, the roars and roars, screams and wails made everyone deaf, and the last obsession on the minds of the near-limit Banner Legion and the warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan was to kill the enemy - and then kill more!

The spear was broken in two, the broadsword slashed the curly blade, the tomahawk shattered, and the scimitar lost its sharpness...... But the sound of the battle still did not stop at all, the bloody and savage battle was still playing out in every corner, in every corner that could stand up, and the cries of death and victory still echoed on the peaks of Eagle Fall Mountain.

The Turin soldiers, who screamed loudly, even took off their chain mail and used it as weapons to fight the enemy, crushing them under them and smashing them desperately with their helmets. The screams continued to echo around him, and the chaotic shouts of killing became more and more bloodthirsty and savage.

Blood spilled. Steel sword wielding. The fierce blade of the sword never seemed to stop. Just never left the hands. Covered in blood, Edward still pursed his lips and waved the bright star that had turned red, even though he could no longer feel the sword in his hand.

Command, Legion...... Edward couldn't care about any more, there were so many enemies that the battle had nothing to do with him anymore, and the only way to defend the Eagle Fall Mountain was to kill as many enemies as possible.

A sword slashed the spear that stabbed him, and Edward stabbed the heart of the blue wolf warrior in front of him with the bright star. The gushing blood splattered on his face - and this was the only way to regain a little bit of his senses, so as not to pass out on the spot, and the steel blade in his hand tore the flesh and blood of his life in two as if he were slicing butter.

The predecessor of this sword was a long sword given to him by Alan's mother, Lady Angelica, because of the addition of special materials, which were not only light and sharp, but also non-reflective, unfortunately broken in two during the Battle of Fort Horn, and were recovered by Landzel Ottovik, forged again, and became the current "Bright Star". It's not as light as it used to be, but it's incredibly strong and sharp. It can even cut off the metal to the point.

For a knight, it's a dream weapon - a combination of Dominic and Turin's swordsmithing techniques, and the work of two alchemists.

For Edward, it was a weapon that could show his power to the fullest, the best weapon of all—it was as if it had been forged for him.

Speaking of which, this time was really a bit similar to the one at Fort Horn, Edward couldn't help but laugh at himself, both of them had driven himself to a corner...... Wait, what's that?!

Edward slowly stood up, his eyes wide and stared into the distance of the mountain, a golden light tearing through the sky like a sharp sword, rising little by little from the other side of the mountain.

"It's dawn......"

Edward muttered to himself, not only him, but all the warriors who were still fighting on the Eagle Fall Mountain stopped, staring in amazement at the light that was eroding the night little by little, and the whole world was half light and half dark.

"Already...... Is it a whole day?" Allen, who was still fighting desperately just now, suddenly sat down on the ground with his petite body, and looked at Edward who was still standing there with a sword in his hand, the black-haired knight who still hadn't fallen yet: "We...... Have you been doing it all day?"

The soldiers of the surrounding Battle Banner Legion also turned their eyes on their chief flag officer, Edward, who was standing with a sword, and took two steps forward with some vague steps, and the barbarian warriors in front of him got out of the way, and at the front of the road, Asriel, who was riding a blood wolf and carrying a scimitar, was staring at him with a smug face.

Edward Witwood...... You're amazing to be able to make it this far, but that's about it. There was a certain pleasure in the smile of the black-haired boy, it was a kind of complete relaxation, and there was a little playful smile, and the long knife in his hand pointed towards the valley of the mountains in the distance: "Look at it, look at what it is!"

Tired black eyes looked in that direction into the distance, and saw a huge army of mountains and seas—needless to say, he knew it when he saw the first troll to emerge from the canyon.

That's an army of 300,000 people of the Blue Wolf Clan!

"How, how can this be, how can it be like this?" the little man Robin couldn't even speak, his whole body was trembling with excitement, and he threw his war bow on the ground as if he was extremely angry: "How can this be-!!"

Schiller on the side was silent, and the pale purple-haired mercenary just bit her lower lip tightly, with a little tears in the corners of her eyes, and slowly turned Lian around, unable to bear to look at Edward's current expression.

"Remember what we said?" The blood wolf below him walked gracefully, and Asrael's face smiled a little: "I really want to see what your despair looks like, do you get angry when you see death, do you cry in pain when you are smashed little by little, your bones are broken, your teeth are smashed, your ears are torn out, and your nose is gouged out?"

"I remember, and I've told you my answer. The tired Edward chuckled, "You won't know, because a dead man can't know this, your bones will be buried on the Eagle's Fall Mountain, and then I will carve a stone tablet for you - the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, Asriel, the most powerful king of the earth, is buried here!"

"If you're not arrogant enough to be so arrogant, maybe I'll be able to tolerate you a little. Asrael waved his hand disdainfully: "Arrest him, I'm going to make him beg me to kill him!"

The surrounding blood wolf cavalry had bloodthirsty and cruel smiles on their faces, and they deliberately leaned in with their weapons - they did it on purpose, to see how desperate the Turin dog was to pee his pants.

"Protect Lord Edward Witwood—!" Little Goodwin, who was standing behind, hurriedly shouted, and the already exhausted Banner Legionnaires around him immediately rushed forward, and even Alan struggled to his feet, resisting the desire to cry out and the mothers approached.

"Wait a minute!" Edward suddenly raised his right hand and stopped the people around him: "Stand still and don't move!"

"Lord Edward—!" cried out little Goodwin, whose face was full of tears, with tears in his face, but saw Edward ...... Actually laughing?

It was only a little, only a slight upturn of the corners of the mouth, but it was undoubtedly smiling.

"Are you going to beg for mercy?" Asriel's expression was even more disdainful: "It's a pity...... I said I'd only give you one chance, and you should really learn to cherish it, Edward. ”

"Begging for mercy, why am I asking for mercy?" Edward curled the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and put his left hand to his ear, "Listen, listen to what it is?"

"......" Asrael's eyebrows twitched, as if some kind of bad premonition had been heard.

"What?" said little Goodwin, trying to pull his ears and listen—he heard, heard a faint voice, but it was so urgent, so full of power, as if it were shouting, roaring, echoing over and over again.

It was the marching horn of Turin. (To be continued.) )