At this point in the battle, the morale of the Kalia Town soldiers had been shattered with almost no effort. One by one, they dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, making it nearly impossible for them to rally.
But at that very moment, a unit of the enemy's most elite Knights came galloping from the rear to save the day. The one charging at the front had a youthful face, even younger than Mier. His expression held an ineffable resolve; his eyes might have held a hint of fear, but they shone mostly with the excitement of soon making a name for himself.
He charged resolutely toward the Lord, the very man the Pro Soldiers feared like a tiger.
It was reminiscent of the Epic hero from a millennium ago, Saint De Angsa, who led his last ten Holy Knights in a charge against the Witch Demon King amidst a boundless Sea of the Dead.
Unfortunately, he was no Saint De Angsa, and the Lord was no Witch Demon King. More importantly, the Lord would show no mercy.
