When he saw the flag fall, the chief centurion's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body trembled as if he had been hit by something!

"Lord Witwood—!"

Seeing this unbelievable scene in front of him, Repinus even forgot to raise his sword and continue to fight, standing in place in a daze, standing like a sculpture, not even noticing the javelin whizzing towards him!

"Bang!"

The metal staggered firelight exploded, and the sudden screeching sound finally brought him back to his senses, but his eyes widened to see a beautiful figure with blond hair fluttering, and the scene of the javelin falling to the ground with both hands brandishing the knight's sword.

"Allen...... Miss?"

"Don't continue to be stupid there, don't forget your duties, Chief Centurion!" Alan shouted at him with an angry face, but the blade in his hand did not mean to stop for a moment, still waving and fighting with the enemies who rushed up: "Fight on, this war is not over yet, the sun has not set yet!"

“...... Understood!" Raising the broadsword in his hand again, the chief centurion held his shield to protect the "female knight" with great strength, and the cold broadsword was swung again, but it still could not hide the shocked and frightened expression on Repinnus's face.

"Don't worry about him. While waving the long sword in her hand, the blonde girl said to the chief centurion in an extremely firm tone, "He will never die!"

The tightly pursed Lebinus was still silently fighting the enemy, but the nervous expression on his face did not relax in the slightest, as if he was venting the fear in his heart. Hit the enemy with his shield on the top of his head. Knock the rushing blue wolf warrior to the ground. The sharp broadsword stabbed straight into the ear!

"It's not the first time he's gone - this guy never cares if others worry about him, he only knows how to take care of himself, he only knows to let others be afraid for him, but he always looks like he doesn't care about anything, and always comes out with a smile when you least expect it, making people so angry that they want to beat him!"

Alan fought, his pale golden ponytail flicking. But he kept saying: "So there is no need to worry about him at all - the person who can kill this guy has not yet been born!"

"Never doubt it, just believe in him, believe in him - believe that he can kill the enemy, defeat all the enemies, come back alive, and then smile at you nonchalantly, as if deliberately angry with you, this kind of thing can only be done by this guy!"

The Chief Centurion's gaze grew more and more determined, after a hard push against the enemy in front of him. With one hand, he snatched the swallowtail flag of the first flag regiment from the flag officer behind him, and swung it forward. Puff up your chest as if you want to pour out all your anger!

"Turines, attack-!!!"

One, two, three...... Almost all the hundred-man teams on the entire front broke out with the same shout at the same time, raising their broadswords and spears in their hands with scarlet eyes, like a group of fanatical madmen, no longer caring whether the line would be torn apart, and desperately pushing forward.

......Your people seem to be starting to get anxious, Edward Wetwood." The black-haired boy calmly swung away the blade of the sword that stabbed towards the door, and said with a bit of mockery: "The people of Turin are really interesting, is the so-called commitment and faith so important to you?"

"I never expected a barbarian to understand this. Edward also returned the past unceremoniously, his steps back, and the bright star in his hand cut an arc in front of him, blocking the sudden slashing blade: "Especially the most savage group!"

A sneer appeared on Asrael's face, but the clenched Dominic cutlass suddenly spun around and stabbed diagonally at Edward's cheek - twice, three times, four times...... The exploding flames were like countless stars, constantly exploding around the two people, and the sharp blades in their hands could only see shadows and the moment of impact.

The original mount didn't know where to go for a long time, and the two sides around it had already flowed out of the space - obviously on the battlefield, but the two sides were able to fight with the opposite guy as unscrupulously as a duel, fighting in the most ordinary and direct way, looking for a way to put the other party to death, and every swing of the sword was to the opponent's death hole.

As if they had a heart in their hearts, the blades of the two sides that stepped forward at the same time intertwined—they separated immediately after the contact, and there was still a rapid explosion sound.

In terms of weapons alone, Edward had a considerable advantage - the twice-forged Bright Star was not only sharp enough, but could break Asriel's Dominic Scimitar even by smashing, and in terms of length, Bright Star had the advantage.

The only drawback is that the Dominic scimitar is much lighter in terms of weight, which was originally a slight advantage, but in the hands of Asriel it was infinitely magnified, and even forced Edward to swing the sword with one hand, sacrificing power in exchange for more flexibility.

Asriel, he's like a well-trained blood wolf, a sapient ghoul and fang...... No, no, no, it's just a big mistake.

The blades staggered, the metal collided with each other and there was a grinding sound, and the two who turned around at the wrong step shook their bodies almost simultaneously with ringing in their ears - but only for a moment, and the next moment the two swords collided again.

Looking at the same black hair and black eyes, that almost identical expression, and the same madness as the original self - Asriel, he is another self!

"What, are you ready to go to hell?" Asriel still had that cynical tone, two flashes of sword light swept by his side, and the black-haired boy still responded calmly and unhurriedly, the cold tip of the knife was like a pool of autumn water, condescendingly slashing at the top of Edward's head: "I'm right, we're very similar, and the mission of people like us is to send their kind to hell!"

Edward seemed to have lost the faith to fight, and stumbled to knock down the Blood Cross Banner that had been planted on the ground - his whole body turned sideways as if he had lost his balance, and he dodged Asrael's near-fatal stab.

No, it's not the same...... The pitch-black pupils slowly became condensed, and the bright star in Edward's hand instinctively reacted, swinging Asriel's long knife away, and the two staggered blades seemed to jump in some kind of melody, playing fiercely, playing a song called death!

"What?"

"I mean...... We are different, I am definitely not the same kind as you, absolutely not!" The originally excited and hideous expression slowly calmed down, and Edward said lightly: "If it was the past, I might agree with this very much, but now I am not the original self." ”

"Because you have nothing, you are powerful? no, no, no...... That kind of thing can't be called 'powerful' at all, it's just an outlaw, not even a gambler, it's just pure selfishness, it's just a brute in human skin—how can that kind of thing be called powerful even if it can destroy the world?"

"Oh...... What do you think is powerful?" Asrael suddenly showed a curious expression, but the knife in his hand was still fierce.

"You won't understand, a brute like you in human skin......" Edward smiled faintly, and stepped forward with his right arm, the blade of the sword slid across the back of Asrael's knife and slammed into his gauntlet, "You can't defeat me, let alone threaten me - even if I do go to hell, I can still laugh, can you? You lonely wretched creature who can't even find the meaning of his own life!"

"Shut up!"

"Bang-!" a sword smashed the long knife open, and Asriel, who took a few steps back, could not see the slightest smile on his face, like a bloody wolf with a torn wound, his blood-infused eyes staring at the face full of mockery.

"I've changed my mind, Edward Wittwood, and I'm not going to kill you—I want you to live rather than die!!!" (To be continued.) )