The swirling sword of Beowulf ignited a layer of illusory scarlet flames from the blade, whistling out, and a strange light attached to the vast shadow.

Sargon grabbed a ghostly wyvern with his bare hands, using its massive body as a shield to block the impact of the greatsword, and at the same time increased the strength of his wrist, and raised the heavy dead air diagonally, cutting through the skull of the night.

Sargon didn't know the limit of [Heart Sword Sympathy], it just calculated with its own common sense that Cangye could manipulate three sharp blades at the same time, and one of them was huge and heavy, and it was time to reach the limit state.

However, at the same time as Beowulf's sword sliced through the Wyvern, a matte blade emerged from behind Sargon, spinning flat like a windmill.

The call from death was in this moment.

The Thunderbolt's body stiffened at this moment, and the inexplicable crisis from behind caused its neck to snap backwards. However, the stiff movement lasted less than half a breath, and the sharp blade had already swept through the fragile neck, and at the same time robbed the last of its life.

Killing the Way of Life: Flying in 100 Steps!

Within a distance of 100 steps, manipulating the flying sword to kill with one blow is a move that is more lethal than the [Ju Confluence: Sword Drawing Technique].

The leader was killed, and the remaining Children of Dread rushed up in an instant, regardless of their own injuries, and launched extreme attacks towards the night.

The onslaught of more than ten legendary professionals made Cangye have to temporarily avoid the edge.

In the blink of an eye, the dimensional wand teleported the night to another direction, and all the attacks of the 'Children of Dread' were missed, and the counterattack from the night had just begun.

Killing the Way of Death: No Return!

Thousands of sword qi combined with the violent rush of the [Swordsman's Domain] inflicted heavy damage on the irresistible enemy in just one breath, and with the spaceless teleportation of the dimensional wand, the elusive trail forced the 'Children of Fear' to the brink of death.

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Minostia single-handedly manipulated two iron spears at the same time, easily knocking out all the Shadow Dancers who dared to challenge him.

The King of Thebais alone stood at the forefront of the army, withstanding the fiercest onslaught of the enemy.

Behind the king, Thebais immediately changed formation, divided into several mobile forces, formed a cone-shaped formation, and penetrated into the enemy camp like a sharp knife.

The Shadow Dancer is extremely fast and agile, and each of its four hooks performs all kinds of strange movements that ordinary people can't achieve, attacking from various incredible angles, and it is impossible to judge by the inherent class pattern.

Whether it is spearmen, light infantry, heavy infantry or hoplites, in front of the Shadow Dancer, they can only pile up the simplest number of lives, and the death of dozens of people in exchange for the death of one Shadow Dancer.

The presence of the Temple Sacrifice minimizes the increase in casualties, while also unleashing spells that weaken the Shadow Dancer, but cannot hit high-speed enemy units most of the time.

The only threat to the Shadow Dancers is the Archer, but with a high concentration of friendly units, heavy use of bows and arrows will only result in casualties.

In the face of all the unfavorable battle conditions, Minostia let out a roar like a bison.

As they landed, the team dispersed, and a tall, heavily armed army of heavily armored troops rushed out, raised their wheel axes, and smashed into the Shadow Dancer's position.

This is the true elite of Thebais, the Minoan legion trained by successive royal families.

Each Minoan warrior was dressed in tall iron armor like a city wall, wearing an iron helmet with horns, a battle axe as the main weapon, a one-handed axe, an armor-piercing war hammer, a multi-headed flail and other off-hand weapons hanging from his waist, a tower shield hanging from his back, and some warriors' armor was inlaid with a wand made of dark crystal.

The warriors removed their wands from their armor and chanted incantations like primitive orcs, their loud voices with strange powers, condensed into materialized runes that melted into the body of each Minoan warrior.

The Minoan warriors at the forefront charged side by side, and the speed of the charge skyrocketed by three percent again under the stimulation of the runes, and the shadow dancers dodged one after another, but the too dense formation greatly compressed the space that each shadow dancer could move, which directly led to the flexible mobility of the air, but he could only watch himself being knocked over on the spot by the charging Minoan warriors, and the horns as sharp as scimitars crashed into the chest, completely penetrating the energy core.

The roar under the armor pierced through the layers of restraint, the release of the wild, and the most primitive violence, at this moment, swore the most heroic rebellion to the children of fear.

Each Minoan battle is an elite warrior that Thebes has painstakingly cultivated, and a legion is not as large as the Shadow Dancers, but they only represent Thebai's 100,000 Iron Hoofs, serving as the main force to meet the Shadow Dancers.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Minostia, the king of Thebais, swung his twin spears and swept away the attacking shadow dancer, two iron spears turning in his hands, and the barrels of the spears were twisted into a bundle with blades at both ends.

Wielding a spear, the king of Thebai took an arrow step, and the blade of the spear pierced a shadow dancer on the spot.

Regardless of the struggles of the other party, Minostia lifted this huge body high so that every Thebais could see that the seemingly formidable enemy would also be injured, struggled, and afraid of death.

In a low, hoarse voice, the king cried out:

"Now, let's take back our freedom!"

All the warriors of Monsut chanted the slogan of freedom and followed in the footsteps of the king, and stormed the position of the Shadow Dancer with great violence.

Eventually, the last of the elite was routed, torn apart by the onslaught of the Minoan warriors, and every shadow dancer was buried in the siege of the Thebais warriors, breaking every hook in a frantic struggle.

On the other side, Nightshade kicked a Child of Dread into the air, kicking it into the air.

At this moment, the light fell obliquely, facing the rising rays of light, and every warrior on both sides of the battlefield could see its figure.

In an instant, Beowulf's sword roared out, and with the swing of Night's left hand, the heavy blade suddenly stabbed into the stomach of the child of fear, and the broad blade tore the entire body apart.

The spilled scraps of flesh and blood will remain forever in the hearts of every Monsutter.

The nightmare that has ruled them for thousands of years, the seemingly invincible Witch Mas, will also be abused to death like a pig and dog one day.

The fear that came from the depths of his heart was violently shaken, the morale was low, everything was seen by the night, and he knew that the time was ripe.

Led by Irut, the Ugarsh Legion and the city of Thebais slaughtered the Shadow Dancers, while also slashing their butcher knives at the incapacitated horsemen, scorpions, and angry snakes.

After many battles, the whole battle finally came to an end after the last 'child of fear' was tortured and killed in the night.

The results were fruitful, and the remnants of the Monssut coalition joined the rebel side under the grip of heavier fears.