Within the vast world of Rigal, from the three major human empires in the east and west, to the chaotic and impoverished kingdoms of the West Coast, to the city-states of the south and east coasts of Mobigas, and even in the vast and sparsely populated Abu Sera steppes, the otherworldly concept of "sanctuary" has been similarly depicted in all major cultures.

Many cultures have described gods creating humans and other intelligent beings in their own image, and high-ranking magicians and learned sages are aware of the fact that some extremely rare high-level magical beasts tend to evolve into human form. Even if we don't talk about various superstitious ideas based on human beings, the human type does have extremely high advantages in many aspects.

Walking upright frees up the forelimbs and allows them to use tools, which in turn makes it possible not only to "survive" but to "live". Flexible fingers and a smarter brain, the ability to create, the ability to think, the splendid culture and the entertainment of music, song and dance -- the convenience of the human form is incomparable to that of any other animal, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a perfect structure - so-

So if the body has reached such a level of perfection in terms of structure, why is it that human beings are still so weak that both the mind and the body can be easily destroyed?

Is there a layer of "holy" existence that has reached the extreme in both physical form and surpasses ordinary human beings on top of the "perfection" of human beings? This kind of thinking has driven many cultures, and some legends have begun to circulate, and people who have ascended to heaven and become saints, people who have not eaten or drunk for a long time, people who have lived for hundreds of years and have not died, and people have sworn to tell these stories, telling stories of people who are far more powerful than ordinary people, who have become otherworldly and become -

Invincible.

The infantry armed with the Order is confident. Their history dates back more than 1,200 years, and after the original city-state of Rahman conquered neighboring Manur, the consuls of Wise I absorbed and converted the array of infantry they wielded with several meters of spears, reducing the length of the spears to be used one-handed and combining them with shields and daggers.

This was the birth of the original Legion, which was named the First Legion, and is still present in the Padrossi Empire as the oldest legion - and then evolved and evolved over and over again. Advances in steel smelting technology have allowed today's soldiers to wear plates or armor that are far more defensive than the soft-iron armor of the past, and to use sharper and stronger weapons, but the tactics they use have not changed much in nature over the course of a thousand years - not that they rest on their laurels, but because they are still very effective.

Unlike the round shield that was circulated by the Stinky pirates of the four northern islands, where a horizontal grip was fixed in the center of the shield and only held by hand, the Raman heavy square shield more than one meter high had a belt fixed to the shield with rivets in addition to the grip, which could be tied to the arm to help stabilize it.

Its weight doesn't make it as nimble as a round shield, but when a sufficient number of Ramanian hoplites with spears and shields form a wall of shields that block your front and back, it can be a nightmare for anyone.

Twenty in the front and twenty in the front, in addition to which there were crossbowmen and knights.

The corridor inside the church was not very large, and it was packed with less than sixty people, including a group. "Back to back, lower the center of gravity, they don't have a steel arm crossbow with rollers to beat us, wear armor, don't show weakness. The sage reminded that the group of people wearing armor for camouflage came in handy at this moment, and the knight Chang Anqiluo, who was staying behind the shield wall, waved his hand and gave an order, and the infantry on the inner side squatted down in unison, and the infantry with crossbows in the rear pulled the iron plate.

"Bang-" The glass of the church was open at the top, and the light in it was not very good at the moment due to the change of weather, but at this distance, the crossbowmen still did not lose their accuracy: "Bang! dang!

"Snap-" The bullet crossbow even hit the shield of the infantry blocking the exit on the other side, Angelo was "timid" again, as if not satisfied with the result, Henry began to look around him, they were now at the bottom of this not too long corridor, Angelo's troops were leaning against the wall behind them, and the infantry on the other side who had just entered through the gate were empty behind them.

"Crossbowmen stand aside, infantry - forward!" the chief knight of the White Curia waved his hand and ordered the crossbowmen to stand back, and the infantry in the front row once again occupied and covered everything with the shield wall, they quickly approached this side, the tip of the spear emitted a slight cold light, and the shield walls on both sides gradually approached - there was no time to hesitate. There is a weakness in the armor, once the living space is further oppressed, there is no way to move freely by the other party, and there is only one way to die.

"Break through, but maybe there will be ...... outside" Whether you want it or not, Mikhail is already a grasshopper on the same rope as the four of them, he turned his head anxiously to ask the sage, Henry shook his head, because the situation was urgent, he said in a fast voice: "No, they are just these people." Judging by the little information from the shield and armor, his mind began to spin rapidly, and the infantry began to approach step by step, and the bright spears dazzled.

Henry drew his greatsword behind his back.

Mikhail didn't know, Angelo didn't know, Mira didn't, Joshua and Amonica didn't know.

All the people present, all the adrenaline-pumping men and the few women who were in the tension of the battle, did not know that a long, long time ago, in order to restrain the heavy infantry legions of the Raman, and all the infantry who used spears, there was a small kingdom that trained a group of elite soldiers. Armed with large, two-handed swords of similar size to spears, they were tasked with rushing into the pile of spears that shimmered like hedgehog's spikes to make the way for their allies behind them.

The skills of these unique warriors, along with the weapons they wield, have long since been lost to history, and only a few, very few people know of a figure in one of the wars that plunged the mighty Padrossi Empire into infighting and division.

There was a figure wielding this weapon that was ahead of its time, as if it had stepped into a sanctuary because it was unrivaled. It was given the name of nightmare and miracle by both the enemy and the enemy.

A blue glow bloomed through the helmet's viewing port.

"Gone—"

Two simple words, followed by a high-speed sprint that even the heavy armor could not slow down.

The speed at which the spear stabbed in this direction became very slow in his eyes, and he stepped out with a small twist of his waist with his right foot, and the sound of metal clashing with the light tap of his armor, and the shaft of the spear could not move flexibly because of the limitations of the shield, as if he could predict all this, he didn't even have the action of subconsciously dodging, so he almost brushed several spears that were stabbing towards this side, and sprinted in front of the infantry.

"What the—" Before the slumped infantrymen could withdraw their spears, a tall shadow was already enveloped in front of them, and they raised their faces, their eyes full of bewilderment in the eyes of the round half-helmet with nose guards—Henry grasped the sword in one hand, and then lifted his left foot with the help of the end of the momentum.

"Bang bang!!—click!" Like the impact of a dragon lizard seven or eight meters long, the tall sage was not stopped in the slightest by the short dash, and the last flying kick directly kicked the entire square shield to crack, and the infantry in the rear crashed directly into the body of the companion in the second row - but this was only the beginning.

The great sword was raised above his head, and the moment his feet hit the ground at the end of the kick, his center of gravity sank and he spun it back and forth directly in place. The seemingly unstructured and meaningless movement of a child fighting and swinging a king's fist like a king's fist could not be used to cut even the shields in the hands of the soldiers, but this was never Henry's purpose.

"Hurry up, the gap is revealed!" This is not a good time to stop and watch the show, looking at the spear that was chopped by the sage, Mikhail immediately reacted, he urged the other three people beside him, the infantry array behind him was still approaching, and the four people who reacted immediately rushed towards this side.

"Damn what's going on!" Angelo, who had no way to see everything clearly, began to shout loudly, while the shield wall on the other side, which had just been forcibly broken through by Henry, saw a group of people running at this moment and immediately wanted to fill the gap.

“...... Boom-" The sage flew up again and kicked over the second shield wall, but he was also caught in the middle of the enemy formation, and he took this opportunity to widen the gap, and he could not defend himself, the opponent was a well-trained Order, and even with Henry's speed, he didn't have time to swing his sword to split the incoming spears.

"Qiang-Qiang-Woo-" The armor on her body deflected most of the attacks, but the sight of the spears coming from multiple directions stabbing the sage still made Mira behind her let out an exclamation. Her movements slowed down, and the ill-fitting armor tripped over her feet, and Mira almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Ammonica next to her reached out to help her, but Angelo, who realized that the situation had become out of control, also reacted immediately.

"The shield wall is separated!" he shouted, "Crossbowman, get on!" The two sides were in a chaotic situation, which was obviously nothing to him, and a dozen crossbows were lost with Angelo's order and shot towards the people in front of him, and the two girls who were behind were stumbled by the crossbow shot and fell directly to the ground, while one of the infantrymen who turned to attack Henry in front of him also lost his life under his own crossbow arrows.

"Click-click-" Everything that was too dim to judge the situation of the hit became very clear under the crisp sound of wood breaking: "Quick!" Henry shouted loudly, Mikhail rushed to his side and began to help widen the gap, Ammonica got up again to help lift Mira, and they still survived the armor under the attack of the crossbow, and Angelo, who was angry behind him, kicked away the infantry in front of him, drew his long sword and rushed towards this side.

"A bunch of surrounded guys are fighting so hard, you shit!" the knight in golden armor took a single arrow in front of the unresponsive Amonica, and without any pity for the long sword in his hand, he slashed it directly at the top of the blonde girl's helmet.

"Boom!" followed by a muffled sound of metal, the helmet visibly dented, a piece of belt relaxed, and Amonica fell to the ground in distraction. “...... Don't deceive people too much!" Joshua drew his sword from his waist and turned back to meet Angelo, and the blonde girl fainted from the impact. Mira stepped forward to help her up, the clouds in the sky parted, and the sunlight cast in, and the blonde hair that Ammonica had coiled up in it fell through the crack in her helmet—Angelo caught a glimpse of it, and Joshua's ill-played sword came to him.

"Tsk-" Angelo smacked his tongue with disdain. "Ding-" The red-haired swordsmith in unaccustomed heavy armor was easily parried with his sword, and the knight chief kicked him in the stomach and kicked him back again and again.

Wearing armor weighing more than twenty kilograms, Mira was unable to lift Amonica, who had also fainted with heavy armor, and the two girls were exposed to the knight's attack, but unexpectedly, instead of using his sword, he took something out of his waist and threw it in this direction.

"Bang-" What seemed to be some kind of solvent that spilled out of the bottle fell on Amonica's unprotected thighs and quickly melted, the sunlight was once again blocked by the clouds, the chaos and dimness and the narrow vision of the helmet Mira did not notice what happened in this moment, and the next second, Joshua, who was repulsed, rushed up again and swung an extremely high-speed sword with anger.

"Ding!--Qiang-" His swordsmanship has always been to fight with the other party, and then through experience judgment and superb reflexes to counteract, once the two long swords are crossed, the red-haired swordsman successfully judged the direction, deflected the blade of the sword, and a Chela cut through Angelo's unprotected upper arm.

"Tsk!" the biting pain slowed his attack slightly, and Joshua threw the sword that had been knocked out of his hand on the spot, and then rushed over to help the dizzy and weak Amonica with Mira. "Catch up!" This series of encounters took place between lightning and flint, Angelo, who was injured in the arm, took a step back, and then waved his big hand, and the infantry and knights swarmed up-

And it was at this time that Henry and Mira, who had carved a gap in front of them, staggered past their shoulders and ran towards the rear.

The sage's eyes glowed with a cold blue light.

Mira, who was running, glanced at him, it was not a reflection, at least the girl could tell.

A chill echoed in her mind—but then the cacophony came in again, and Mikhail in front of her began to shout loudly, "Hurry, hurry!" She turned her head, gritted her teeth, and ran forward, while Henry behind her single-handedly faced an opponent of more than twenty people.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!boom, The armor had left deep marks, and each attack was fast and ruthless, and even Henry couldn't block them all with his great sword when they overlapped.

But.

Fear began to permeate the hearts of these adversaries.

They did hit the man.

But it was not the place where they attacked.

The environment was so gloomy, but this man was able to judge the trajectory of not one, but a dozen attacks that fell almost simultaneously - this was almost a fantasy, if it was one or two times alone, any knight could do it, but a dozen times, and at the same time?

But what was even more terrifying than that was his heart.

Anyone can have fear when fighting, even when wearing armor. Elite fighters know how to defend themselves and judge the situation, but when the opponent's attack comes to them, they can't be unfazed.

To be able to make an accurate judgment in such an urgent situation, and to accurately block an attack with the armor on his body without hesitation, without any fluctuation in his heart, requires a strong mind to trust all of this in addition to a high level of knowledge of armor.

Is this really the person who has only stolen armor for a few days, as the person above said?

This is not the realm that mortals can have.

The infantrymen, who were considered elite but had not yet reached the realm of true masters, could not understand that most of them, knights who were veterans, could read it through a single encounter.

The man's body was home to a god.

"Slap-" He succeeded in stopping all the men, and then without the slightest hesitation, he turned and split one of the infantrymen behind him, and quickly departed, Mikhail and Joshua at the door saw Henry running and quickly dumped the brazier to buy him time, the sage lunged over the raging fire that was about to ignite, and the group quickly turned over their horses and walked away.

"Hurry up and put out the fire!" the infantry and priests were in a mess, and a knight beside Angelo, who still hadn't lost his shock, turned to him and asked, "Your Excellency, what should I ......do now?" Even we ...... The one who if asked......"

"Tsk......" Angelo smacked his tongue, looking a little regretful, but then shook his head: "It's okay, the plan has been achieved to some extent." ”

As he spoke, the hurried soldiers brought buckets and buckets of water from the rear and poured them on the ground. (To be continued.) )