On the battlefield, the White Lion battle banner began to move slowly once more.
Leading the charge at the forefront was Nemesia. The female knight held the battle banner in one hand and a longsword in the other; she was like the spearhead of the entire White Lion Legion's offensive. Little demons engaging her would often be taken down from the city ramparts with just one slash.
Such ruthless swordsmanship was witnessed for the first time by Freyja, who couldn't help but feel surprised. The swordsmanship was so similar to Brand's. At that moment, Nemesia seemed to embody the White Lion itself, baring her fangs and claws, tearing apart all her enemies, leading everyone forward.
Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion and the officer cadets of the Royal Knight Academy unleashed their greatest potential at this moment, and the attack finally became successful. They charged up the walls like a hot knife through butter.
"Minotaurs!"
A heart-wrenching shout.
