Under the dazzling firelight, the bronze-skinned woman with a face full of pleas looked at the man who held her life in his hands and begged in a low voice.
"Don't... kill me... I'll do... anything..."
"Go say that to the people you killed!"
In this world, what's more terrifying than death is the process of waiting for it. 'Matou', who was sent flying by Lancer earlier and whose life or death was unknown, still couldn't move after Lancer had dealt with the others. And this time, hearing the somewhat familiar plea for mercy, he didn't feel the slightest bit of softness in his heart and instead slowly raised the cavalry spear in his hand.
In Matou's gradually shrinking pupils, the gruesome bone-like cavalry spear directly pierced her heart.
The splashing blood fell on Lancer cloak, staining the already red cloak an even more demonic shade.
Lancer also glanced at the main battlefield in the distance. The fighting there had not ended yet, but Lancer had keenly sensed the weirdness of the Royal Fist Temple. Whether it was the four demons of the Royal Fist Temple who ambushed him, the masters of the Royal Fist Temple who were tying up the other generals, or the warrior monks who fought fearlessly, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like hysterical madness, but rather a feeling of facing death head-on.
'There must be a problem! But the secret passages of the Royal Fist Temple have also been sealed. Where could it be... Wait! Who said they had to use a secret passage? I have heavy forces stationed there, but what if they do the opposite and charge with all their might at the defenses down the mountain...'
Although he didn't know if this guess was right or wrong, he knew that the enemy was stalling for time, and whatever the opponent wanted to do, he had to destroy it!
"Clap~!"
He fiercely swung his cloak, and the blood that had been attached to the surface was flung away. He himself once again raised his cavalry spear on the hillside.
Lancer is not good at commanding. Or rather, the so-called 'command knowledge' he knows is almost all tactics he learned from online forums. To say that he's a paper general would be an insult to Zhao Kuo. But he has an advantage that is completely different from other generals: he is always at the forefront!
When he was with the Western Border Army, he was the spearhead and the bugle call. As long as he was there, even if the battle was in shambles and the situation was dangerous, the soldiers under him would not despair! Because they believed that even if they sacrificed, their commander would win for them! Their sacrifice would never be meaningless!
Lancer had been in the Imperial Capital for a while, but he had never truly cooperated with the other Imperial Guards. After all, the nature of the Imperial Guards' work meant that they didn't have many opportunities for actual combat. But this time, they finally understood why Lancer was able to gain Budo trust in just one year!
"Charge!!!"
In the chaotic battlefield, a roar like thunder announced a red figure that suddenly began to accelerate from the distant hill. Then, from a distance from the battlefield, he leaped fiercely...
"Bang!!"
With the sound of a heavy object falling, countless warrior monks of the Royal Fist Temple were blown away by the wind pressure, and the dust raised in the middle of the monks made it impossible for them to see what had happened for a moment. But before the others could peek, a cold light suddenly emerged from the smoke.
"Thud~!"
The warrior monks, who were not wearing any armor, were not even as good as targets in front of Lancer cavalry spear. After all, a target's armor could still slow it down, but they couldn't even do that.
"Haa!!"
Lancer arm muscles, under his light armor, bulged fiercely. He himself lifted the cavalry spear, which had seven or eight people skewered on it, and swung it fiercely...
"Smash!!"
The corpses were thrown into the midst of the monks, which didn't have much killing power, but the blood rain and the terrifying figure covered in blood and holding a cavalry spear made the monks, who had originally fought fearlessly, hesitate.
What were their opponents? Monsters?
"Charge!!!"
The same roar as before rang out again, and this time, the Imperial Guard soldiers standing behind Lancer were no longer stunned. They finally understood the meaning of this roar.
The soldiers in the front row of the team put away their shields and raised their long spears. The original formation also began to change from a defensive formation to a charging formation.
"Charge!!!"
The owner of this third roar was no longer Lancer but the hot-blooded Imperial Guard soldiers behind him, and Lancer himself showed a hint of a smile.
But this smile, paired with the blood all over his body, the large pit next to him, and the corpses at his feet, looked incredibly sinister, as if a demon that had crawled out of hell was smiling at the people in front of him.
When Lancer, who had become the spearhead, appeared on the battlefield, it meant that the battle had truly entered a climax. The people of the Royal Fist Temple finally experienced the helplessness that the foreign tribes felt when they faced Lancer. Once Lancer was started, no one could stop him until he was willing to stop! No one!!
When Lancer once again leveled his cavalry spear, the bloody torrent finally swept in, and even the stubborn stones of the monks would be ground into powder under this torrent...
The gate that had remained standing against the fire arrows seemed incredibly fragile under Lancer spear. The stone gate had three tightly connected small pits after a 'three-strike combo', and with the landing of a 'charged strike', this gate that had protected the Royal Fist Temple for a thousand years finally declared the end of its mission and turned into countless scattered stones.
"The Royal Fist Temple colluded with the rebel Honest and attempted to assassinate The Emperor multiple times! Their crimes are unforgivable! Today, anyone from the Royal Fist Temple————————is to be killed without mercy!!"
"Bang!!"
With Lancer command, the cavalry spear in his hand was fiercely smashed onto the ground. The splashing stones even hit the soldiers in the front, but these soldiers had no complaints at all and instead looked at Lancer with a fervent expression.
The soldiers of the Imperial Guards are not the same as soldiers from other armies. They are the emperor's personal guards, the empire's last line of defense. Under Budo training, this army not only has first-rate qualities but also has a tenacious will that far surpasses other armies. And this steel-like tenacious will, under Lancer deliberate guidance, erupted with 150% of its morale!
Everyone, in unison, fiercely struck the ground with their weapons...
And compared to the morale of the Imperial Guards at the entrance of the Royal Fist Temple, the people gathered inside the Royal Fist Temple listened to the cheers amidst the crackling sound of the burning flames with pale faces.
If they had held on to a sliver of hope before, then now they were completely in despair...
And when Lancer, with his bloody cloak, walked over from the distance, everyone unconsciously turned their eyes to him.
Neither side had any superfluous words. The people of the Royal Fist Temple knew that no one could survive, and Lancer also knew the great determination with which the emperor had ordered the annihilation of the Royal Fist Temple this time.
One word————————
"Kill!!"