When the red giant skeleton landed, the wooden platform instantly shattered, sending debris flying in all directions. Brand raised a hand to shield his face as he looked forward, just in time to see a massive skeleton, nearly three times the height of a person, clad in blood-red armor, rise up amidst the swirling dust. It wore a giant crusader helmet with a fiery nine-headed snake pattern on it, and Brand gasped in shock.
This was Madara's General's Guard, the Crusader Executioner.
Brand felt a shiver run down his spine, like he had been drenched with ice-cold water from head to toe. His heart turned cold, and any previous thoughts of muddling the situation evaporated—he couldn't afford any distractions now.
He almost couldn't speak—after a cough, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately shouted to the people behind him, "Retreat, retreat, leave here, follow me—!" His voice was rarely so severe; even when facing the undead army on that day, he had not been this tense.
