"Huha--- 6000th ----Huha, Huha-----"

The blade slashes down, tearing through the enemy's body. Blood, minced meat, organs, limbs, fluttering around Qing.

The wailing, crying, scolding, and screaming of pain constantly stimulated Qing's nerves.

You can't stop, you can't stop. Blood slid down his cheeks, and his heart was screaming. They are just a bunch of ordinary people. Their loved ones, their children, their lovers, will be pushed into the endless abyss by me. I don't have the right to destroy these families----

However, I can't let my sword slow down. Behind me, too, are the people I swear to protect.

This may be fate. In order to save the person behind you, you must kill the person in front of you. Never-ending killing, until the day of death

Constantly, rushing forward. Killing soldiers one by one, with despair in their eyes.

Count the number of people you have killed, remembering the faces of those who have been killed. Maybe one day, I'll go to hell and I can apologize to them-----

The body has started to get tired. Even if you try to release the magic power, as long as you wield the sword, the physical consumption still exists

The armor was unscathed, but the body and mind were tired

With unparalleled speed, he shuttles through the army. The hair, the armor, and the long sword in his hand were stained with blood that did not belong to him

“6500----------------7000-------------8000------”

The numbers are growing, and more and more people are dying. King Lut simply had no way to stop the killing, a one-sided massacre. He was already panicking, he was already in a terrible figure, and nearly half of the rebels he had killed had been wiped out. And, it's still moving forward, moving in his direction

“[11000]！ Hmm------"

Suddenly his body lost support, and he fell to one knee on the ground, gasping for air. His strength was exhausted, and his hand holding the sword was trembling. Reluctantly supported by the sword, he reluctantly stood up.

The muscles all over the body are aching, the body is swaying crookedly, and you may fall at any time.

Qing stopped, and there was no way to walk one more step. The soldiers around were already frightened and did not dare to approach

The body has reached its limit, and the sensation of pain stimulates all parts of the body.

Holding his body with his sword to keep himself from falling, his fingers shaking unobediently.

Silently looking at the corpses all over the ground and the terrified rebels, they were scared and trembling. These greens look at them lightly

The blood water formed pools on the ground, and the red stream continued to increase its size

Before you know it, the ground has turned red, and there is a strong fishy smell in the air.

The gaudy mud and minced meat were mixed together, and footprints were stepped on. Chaotic and disorganized

In the distance, the sky was already glowing slightly. The red clouds and the bright red ground look so harmonious and calm

"What are you still doing! He's running out of energy! Give it to me! Give me !!! Kill him!!!! ”

King Ruth's voice suddenly broke the silence. Angry he has lost his former calmness and arrogance. Madly commanding the soldiers to approach Qing

"Huha, huha, are you going to attack again?"

Hold the sword back in your hand. But the shaking body, losing the support of the sword, became weak to swing

Forced to twist his body and dodge the stabbing spear. Raise the sword in your hand

"I can! It's not that easy to beat!! ”

A sword fell, slaying the rebel. But it doesn't have the momentum and power it used to be

Rebels who saw the dawn of victory poured in from all sides. Kill that man! Avenge your dead friend!

Having lost his former strength, his body was tired, and he could no longer let the magic flow. The pain in his body was so severe that it was extremely difficult to swing his sword

[Lord! Give it up! The expectation of halving the population has been met. It's time to retreat]

[No! --- and the final hole cards are useless. The number of rebels is still a threat to Camelot. I don't want Leigh to get hurt! Not even a slight!! 】

【You're going to die!! 】

Egger's voice was furious

[Report!! 】

The persistence in Qing's heart cannot be changed by anyone!

[--- The soldiers in front of them have arrived at the designated position. Upcoming arrivals in the rear ----estimated to arrive --- 10 seconds ---]

"Ten seconds? ----”

The last ten seconds. It's all going to end----

[First second]

With what little strength is left, dodge, the knight who rushes straight at him, the sword that wields. Reflexively, he stabbed the knight in the back. The tip of the sword pierces through the armor, revealing the tip of the sword from the other side

[Second 2]

Because of the horse, the impaled knight still rushed forward. Qing standing in place didn't need to draw his sword, the sword had already left the knight's chest. The dead knight had long sprinted forward, trampling over one soldier after another, and finally falling to the ground with his men and horses. I can't even pay attention to these greens. The short body crouched, dodging the spears that stabbed neatly from all sides, and a dozen soldiers with guns surrounded Qing in a circle. The tips of the guns that were gathered together pressed against Qing's back, preventing him from standing up

[3rd second]

Resisting the pain of tearing, he attached his magic to the tip of the sword, extending the length of the sword. The blue blade of light slashed at the feet of the dozen or so soldiers, and the soldiers who were separated from the feet fell and screamed, blood splattered everywhere. The rebels in the rear quickly dragged away the wounded who fell to the ground and lost their feet. The knights with swords dismounted one after another and flocked to Qing, ordinary soldiers and other opponents who were not Qing

[4th second]

Hold the three swords cut in front of you, replace them with one-handed swords, and continue to resist. With a twist of his body, he kicked his left heel hard at the waist of the knight who was ready to sneak attack

[Fifth second]

The flying knight, after knocking down the other two knights, twitched twice on the ground and stopped moving. Turning around, he re-grasped the sword with both hands, and pushed the two swords that pressed against him. A backhand wave

[Sixth second]

Splatters of blood sprinkled on Qing's face. I didn't have time to wipe it, so I tilted my head to the left and dodged it, and the spear flew in. Reach out your left hand and grab the tail of the gun that is about to fly by, and hold it tightly. With a sweep, it flew three knights who rushed straight away

[7th second]

Put the gun away, keep your hands on it, and let the gun slash back. The sharp tail of the spear stabbed directly in the head of a rushing knight behind him. Grab the middle of the gun and throw it in the shape of a gun. Throw the gun in the direction of the original owner

[8th second]

The spear pierced in an instant, and the original owner's head, brain, and gun flew out backwards along with the gun, sticking into the chest of the rebels behind.

[9th second]

Exhausted, Qing slowly fell to the ground, red mud splashed everywhere, and the knights around him surged in

[10th second]

Quiet, quietly waiting. The knights had come to the front, and the stabbing spears and swords were the best illustration of this.

Then! 200 pillars of light soared into the sky---------------------