The blade of [Turbidity] tore off the entire head and neck of the warhorse, along with half of the shoulder.

And the legs of the cavalry on this diagonal line were also smashed and torn off at the first time!

Even if the [Turbidity] Greatsword abandoned this shape, the scars it could cause were extremely terrifying.

It's like smashing bones and flesh into a puddle of pieces, and then tearing them apart with brute force!

The visual impact and shock is unparalleled.

And this first sword slashed diagonally is just a prelude.

[Turbidity Current: Dragon Flash]!

Like a tsunami in the mountains, a huge amount of air flow was pulled by a huge iron block!

An airflow blade that is even more ambitious than the sword used with the sword of the Lake Maiden, born from the diagonal slash of the prelude, and then ploughs straight forward!

The earth and rocks were lifted, the mud was splashed, and the flesh was ground into mud in the process and scattered into the sky.

The sharpness of this airflow blade is not as sharp as the original, but it is more ferocious and impactful!

The cavalry lined up in a sharp formation, and in an instant, the formation of the first twenty meters was completely scattered.

A well-trained horse cannot control its pace in the air currents like wild waves, and if it makes a mistake, it will be unstable, and if it is unstable, it will be tripped up.

And if you trip on the way to charge, it not only means that you are going to die, but it also means that the formation will collapse!

"Side-flash! Flash to both sides! ”

The voice under the cavalryman's helmet shouted anxiously.

Horses neighed, and heavy hooves trampled on the armor of men and horses, and 'clanged'. Of course, the flesh inside could not withstand this impact.

And after a series of trips, flesh and dirt scattered into rain in the sky. The cavalry behind didn't have time to think about it at all, and immediately pulled out to both sides.

This is already an instantaneous reaction that only the top cavalry can make.

But that's what Len wants!

After slashing this sword [Turbidity Current: Dragon Flash], Lan En's left hand instantly pulled out the incomparably sharp sword of the Lake Maiden from his waist and placed it horizontally at his side.

The sharpness of the God-made armament is beyond the imagination of mortals.

As if they were cutting wheat, the half of the cavalry that passed by Lan En lost the head of their war horse and the upper body of the cavalry themselves.

Like a fountain, the blood stained the earth and the air red, mixed with the fiery red background.

Seeing that it was not good, the cavalry behind hurriedly extended the distance and kept themselves out of Arondait's reach.

Thanks to Arondaite's sharpness, Lan En, who was holding the sword in one hand, did not feel much of a reaction.

Although his skeleton strength and muscle strength have surpassed mortals, it is still too stupid to go head-to-head with dozens of charging war horses in a row.

The first round of the charge of the Uusicaa cavalry squad lost fifty-three horsemen!

One-tenth of their comrades disappeared in an instant, and their comrades-in-arms, who were still discussing tactics in the queue last second and had a tacit understanding with each other, disappeared around them after a moment.

The shock this can give to humanity is unimaginable.

Most of the cavalry squad members, after charging through a wave, had developed an instinctive horseback control technique that allowed them to stop and turn their heads in the distance.

But everyone, under the helmet, their eyes were glazed and trembling.

Look at the giant surrounded by a warm pile of flesh and blood.

Watch him once again retract the sword of the Lake Maiden in his left hand to the scabbard at his waist, and then hold the monster-like sword with both hands!

No one dared to pass by him.

Not only people, but even the war horses that have done a lot of battlefield environment desensitization training have long been pacing and resisting!

The wails of the beheaded people, and the futile fluttering of the severed bodies of the war horses in pools of blood and mud, almost emptied the brains of all the cavalry squad members.

A knight's hoof suddenly touched something, and he bowed his head blankly.

It was a shriveled dead man's head rolling around. Previously, it was supposed to be hung on the saddle of a colleague as a troop custom and trophy.

And now, the dehydrated and shriveled eyes were staring at him under the helmet. The comrade-in-arms who once hung on it should lie in that huge mountain of meat.

"Ahh

Mad, the knight broke away from the queue and scurried around like a headless fly in the not-so-large col.

But I didn't have time to run two steps yet

"Poof!"

A large black shadow came to his side faster than a galloping horse.

Raised with one hand, he pinched his head and face with a 'snap'.

The horse continued to gallop, but the knight on his back left the saddle in an instant.

At the moment when he lost the support under his buttocks, the heavy armor and his own weight pulled the knight's neck and dislocated, which was equivalent to a hanging! The whole person's weak body fluttered in the hands of the huge figure.

"Don't leave, knights."

The palm of the hand was released, and the corpse in the hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Even against the backdrop of being dyed fiery red by the wildfire, Lan En's eyes were still bright and breathtaking!

He quietly looked at the group of knights across from him.

"When we are anxious together, those black infantry archers will not bother me anyway, and it will save a lot of trouble."

"Let's solve the problems one by one, shall we?"

Under the roasting of the mountain fire, the temperature of this small col is already close to summer.

The knights of the Usyka cavalry squad blinked violently, hoping to squeeze the sweat that was about to fall from their eyes under their helmets.

Behind Lane, a group of Nilfgaard infantry took advantage of the chaotic noise of the neighing of horses and threw large bundles of chains at the huge figure.

But while the chains were still in mid-air, the wind, which spiraled around Lan's legs, sent him away like green smoke.

By the time he reappeared like smoke, he was already in the middle of the infantry.

And beside him, the [Turbidity] Great Sword was also in a sweeping posture.

"Boom !!"

Another peculiar banging like a church bell!

The infantrymen's faces were still dazed, but their upper bodies had already flown out incompletely.

Again, that iconic tragic wound and rain of blood.

"Chains. Good idea indeed. ”

If the power of one person cannot be opposed, then create a grip that allows many people to participate in the confrontation together.

Lane's threat lies in the sum of his speed, strength, and skill, and once chained, it becomes a mere contest of strength.

So far, three tons of force is a lot of force, but if there are thirty people who hold the chains, then each person will only need to make a hundred kilograms of force.

The chains of magic, when fully used, are as sensitive and autonomous as a living snake.

"It's not that hard to deal with, though."

"Click!"

The vertical pupil in the cat's eye glanced at the long magic chain, and then the [Spiritual Vision] accurately captured the flow of chaotic magic.

The sword of the Lake Maiden on her waist flashed with golden light after it was unsheathed, and the chains that were still on the ground turned into a puddle of dead things.

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