'Swish! Swish! Swish!'
Three sharp whistles of air rang out in succession, and a dozen heads of demonized orcs spun into the sky as blood sprayed across the earth like a geyser.
High-level warrior skill!
Cain muttered under his breath.
"Meteor Triple Strike."
Standing amidst the demonized orcs, he gripped his sword hilt with both hands and held it across his chest, letting out a thunderous roar!
"Full Moon Whirling Slash!"
With a violent twist of his waist, Cain’s silhouette became like a full moon as the greatsword spun with him at its center!
A white blade light, several meters long, extended from the tip of the greatsword.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered in corpses.
Most of the demonized orcs were over three meters tall, while Cain stood at over 1.8 meters, and his sweeping greatsword cut these orcs clean in half at the waist.
At the same time, Gerald rode his horse to the front of the one hundred and thirty-seven knights, holding a three-meter-long knight lance high.
"Knight Group Battle Array Skill—Explosive Charge!!"
"Explosive Charge!!"
Following Gerald’s roar, the one hundred and thirty-seven knights shouted in unison, and at that moment, it was as if their horses had fused with their very bodies.
A massive gale erupted with Gerald at the lead, blasting forward!
'Boom—!'
With a deafening crash!
The one hundred and thirty-seven knights followed Gerald like a sharp sword, piercing deep into the demonized orcs' formation.
Wherever they passed, heads flew and corpses were strewn everywhere, crushing everything in their path like dry weeds!
At the head of the charge, Gerald’s conical knight lance even had the remains of three demonized orcs skewered upon it.
Black blood splattered onto the ground and the knights, but they didn't care.
The silver Temple knight armor they wore was protected by holy spells.
While it couldn't block it entirely, it provided brief immunity to the corrosion of the black blood!
This first shot of the war seemingly gave the humans the upper hand in the opening wave.
However... the fifty thousand demonized orcs before them were merely cannon fodder for the demon army.
Just as the unit of one hundred and thirty-seven knights plus Gerald carved a path from one side of the demonized orc formation to the other.
In the center of the formation stood a figure nearly three meters tall, looking entirely different from the demonized orcs—like an enlarged version of a human woman.
Her seductive face was currently filled with a hideous rage.
"Cain!!"
"So it is Sister Martha. Forgive my lack of manners."
Cain’s indifferent voice sounded like a mockery, making Martha want to rush forward and tear him to pieces!
"Oh, right. I forgot you are no longer human. My apologies."
Hearing these words and remembering her pathetic state just moments ago, kneeling and begging for mercy before Zuka, Martha felt as if a needle was being driven repeatedly into her brain.
The agonizing pain of humiliation made her want to devour this ugly knight alive!
But she didn't, because the knight before her... was a level 50 Guardian Knight.
Even if a fiend could fight a level 40 human at level 30, they could not bridge a twenty-level gap to face a Guardian Knight.
Facing the Guardian Knight Cain at such close range, Martha felt the urge to retreat.
But her heart was filled with questions.
Cain was a Guardian Knight stationed at the South Gate for a long time; why was he here at the West Gate?
Where was Cyrus, who was supposed to meet them?
No alarm bells had rung inside the city, so why were there so many Temple knights here?
"Why are you at the West Gate?"
Martha felt she needed to know, and facing a Temple knight, she subconsciously adopted the aura she had back when she was a nun.
"About that..."
"About what?!"
"Actually... I can't tell you."
Martha blinked, her face blank with confusion, as if the time since her transformation was too short for her to have quite adjusted yet.
"I am very sorry. Even if you truly wish to know... I still cannot say."
The veins on Martha's forehead bulged as her eyes widened, and her once beautiful face was gone, replaced only by a hideous, terrifying fury!
"You're playing with me!!"
"No, I am being serious."
Cain responded calmly, a flash of silver light falling as he instantly decapitated a demonized orc trying to sneak up on him.
"You're not worthy."
The silver greatsword turned slowly, the black blood on the blade leaving a trail on the ground.
"Your sins can only be forgiven by God through death. If you die quietly, I will make it painless."
"And if I say no!"
"Then... I'll just have to make you die faster."
Martha began to curse violently.
Was there any difference between those two options?
However, Cain had no intention of listening to her verbal abuse, and he lunged forward with his body moving like a silver flash.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Martha with his silver greatsword raised high.
In just a moment, Cain’s greatsword would take Martha's head.
Terror filled Martha's eyes as she wanted to run, but she couldn't!
This strike was too fast—fast enough for her mind to register it, but her body couldn't react in time.
But at that exact moment, a three-meter-long cleaver swept through the air, intercepting the path of the silver greatsword!
With this cleaver in the way, he likely wouldn't be able to take Martha's head.
But facing the fiend Martha, who had betrayed God and the Saintess, Cain had no intention of letting her off easily even if he couldn't take her head.
He shifted his stance instantly.
"Crescent Double Flash!"
'Clang!'
The silver greatsword collided with the three-meter cleaver, and seeing this, Martha’s eyes flashed with relief.
But in the next second, the silver greatsword suddenly carved an arc, bypassing the cleaver and slicing upward through Martha's body.
'Pfft!'
A severed arm spun through the air as Cain’s silhouette passed Martha and came to a halt.
Martha looked at her severed arm in disbelief, and the intense pain only registered in her brain after a two-second delay!
"Ahhh!!"
Martha's shrill scream echoed across the battlefield.
"Heh, trash. You couldn't even withstand a single move."
Thump! Thump!
The heavy sound of footsteps that made the earth tremble approached, and a dark shadow loomed over Martha.
Martha endured the agonizing pain of her severed arm and looked up.
This orc’s size far exceeded its kin, standing before Martha like a towering wall.
"Trash, do you still remember what you were supposed to do?"
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