“Hmph, want to escape?” Facing Kenma, who was radiating a murderous aura, even the well-trained knights present couldn’t help but feel uneasy in their hearts.
At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.
What kind of royal selection candidate is this?
This is just a pure berserker!
But matters had reached this point, and the person before them had committed monstrous crimes.
As knights of the kingdom, they had to put him to death no matter what.
Besides, there are so many people here Could they all possibly be afraid of him?
Harboring this thought, the knight standing at the very front moved.
Wielding his sword with both hands and recalling the swordsmanship from his arduous daily training in his mind, he charged forward with a roar.
This was like some sort of signal, making everyone present spring into action.
Feeling the footsteps crowding to the absolute limit all around, along with the rising and falling roars, and the whistling sound of sharp swords slicing through the air, Kenma just stood quietly in place, holding his greatsword in one hand.
When the first batch of swords had reached a distance of less than half a meter from his body, he made his move.
The instant he raised his head, moving in tandem with his head was the greatsword in Kenma’s hand.
Accompanied by dazzling sparks blooming wildly before their eyes, countless metal fragments scattered across the sky, and spilling down alongside the metal fragments was also scalding, warm blood.
The few knights standing at the very front were cut down to the ground, the swords in their hands having already turned into fragments, and even the thick layer of armor on their bodies failed to protect them.
Destroying the formation ahead, Kenma immediately swung his free left hand, blowing apart the head of the knight charging at the very front on the left side on the spot, turning him into a headless corpse that slumped limply to the ground.
Furthermore, the impact carried by the corpse caused the knights rushing from behind him to be knocked back incessantly.
Seeing that the attack from the right was about to arrive, Kenma had already finished gathering his strength, turning his wrist and cleaving the greatsword toward the right.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!” The knight rushing at the very front on the right was cut in half at the waist by this sword, his internal organs and blood splashing all over the ground.
Kenma raised his foot and kicked, smashing that knight’s upper body into the crowd.
“Holy crap!
Intestines smashed onto my face!” “Let go!
Don’t grab me!
You’re already dead!
There’s no saving you!!” Those who were hit typically lost all their morale, their hearts filled with fear.
In the next instant, accompanied by Kenma swinging left and right to rout all the enemies on the left, right, and front in one fell swoop, the knights in the rear finally found an opportunity and quickly rushed forward.
Rushing at the very front in the rear was a young man.
Looking at Kenma, who was completely undefended, he excitedly raised his longsword.
“Go to hell!” Being able to hack this heinous guy to death is a huge meritorious deed.
I’m going to get promoted.
Vice-captain!
Captain!
Those positions will all be mine!
The longsword in his hand slashed forward without any obstruction, but the tactile sensation transmitted from the hilt to his palm didn’t feel like conventional flesh and blood.
It felt more like a block of steel.
The color instantly drained from his face as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
Both hands gripping the hilt were trembling incessantly, and though he pressed down with all his might, he felt extreme terror.
Why is this happening?
What’s going on?
Is he really a human?!
The longsword slashed into Kenma’s back but it stopped right at the surface of the skin, completely unable to cut through the skin.
Kenma turned his head, a smile forming on his face, his gaze staring fixedly at the trembling knight behind him.
“Not bad, you’re currently the only person who has managed to injure me, so I’ll reward you by letting you die last.” The young knight only felt a blur before his eyes, and his neck was tightly grabbed by a hand, lifting his entire body into the air on the spot.
With a forceful toss from Kenma, he shrieked as he flew into mid-air, his limbs flailing out of control in the air.
Soon, he was smashed onto an open space dozens of meters away.
Several more swords slashed over simultaneously from all directions, but they all stopped on the surface of Kenma’s skin, and not a single person was able to penetrate his defense.
Realizing that their attacks were completely ineffective, the knights’ original faith and willpower vanished without a trace, leaving only despair.
“Sin Archbishop!
The wise men were right!
This guy is definitely a Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult!” “Dammit!
This is definitely a bizarre trick of the Witch Cult!
Swords can’t cut through his body!
Run!” “Don’t kill me!” The surrounding encirclement rapidly thinned out.
Realizing that the black-haired boy before them was by no means someone they could contend against, they turned around and fled without hesitation.
They knew that staying here would only lead to a dead end.
Terrifying powerhouses like this should be left for other powerhouses to face, what did it have to do with ordinary knights like them?
You do as much work as the wages you take.
This little bit of pay wasn’t enough to make them lose their lives here.
From the day they joined the Order of Knights, regardless of which knight it was, as long as they possessed the belief of chivalry in their hearts, they had already prepared to die together with the enemy.
But what they could accept was dying in a hard-fought battle, not this kind of worthless death, where they didn’t even have the chance to inflict damage on the enemy.
“What’s this?
How boring.” Kenma twisted his neck, watching a group of knights scrambling toward the front gate, and clicked his tongue in displeasure.
The batch of people who ran the fastest during the previous encirclement had already kicked the bucket in the first wave of frontal clashes.
Now, the batch of people closest to the front gate during the escape process was precisely the second echelon of the previous encirclement.
The knight running at the very front had already seen the sunlight seeping through the crack of the door, and a flash of joy at surviving a catastrophe crossed his eyes.
Great!
I can finally leave this hell.
Ahead lay the interior of the royal capital heavily guarded by troops.
Not only was there Julius, known as the finest knight, but there was also the legendary Sword Saint Reinhard, as well as numerous elites gathered here.
Behind him were the piled-up corpses of his comrades and that wanton, slaughtering demon.
As long as I can escape and pass the information out, that guy will definitely die a horrible death.
Just as the knight at the very front reached out his hand, at the exact instant he was about to touch the door.
Bang!
A greatsword descended from the sky, and descending along with it was Kenma.
“Want to escape?”