After dealing with the miscellaneous matters, Sakutsuki turned to look at the approaching cavalry, took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
"Then, let the revelry begin!"
Before the last word had even left his mouth, a white robe fluttered around the young man, red garments snapped in the wind, and the black longbow in his hand gleamed.
A spiraling arrow was nocked, aimed, and released.
"First, a greeting gift—Caladbolg II!"
"Dodge!" The cavalry's two commanders shouted, but it was already too late.
Karmic flames like crimson lotuses erupted amid the three thousand cavalrymen!
The instant before the spiral sword was fired, a black figure had already impatiently charged forward.
When the three thousand Companion Cavalry recovered from the explosion, what greeted them was a terrifying beast of madness!
"Ar...!" As black mist surged forth, Berserker casually seized a cavalryman's saber, swung it backward in a sweep, and slashed several riders and their horses back into spiritrons. Then he roared toward the sky. Six whip-like tails shot out from his back and viciously pierced a fine steed. Amid its agonized, increasingly frenzied neighing, Berserker mounted the horse, brandished the saber, and carved a bloody path through the ranks!
This time, Kariya did not fight. Instead, he devoted all his magical energy to Berserker. That was precisely why KyouRan could slaughter his way through the army so recklessly!
"Bang!" "Screech!" "Bang!" "Clang!"
Amid the ceaseless clash of weapons, every knight arrogant in his martial skill who tried to engage Berserker in close combat was sent back to the Throne of Heroes. By the end, even KyouRan's weapon had chipped and curled. He decisively hurled it as a projectile, piercing the chest of a cavalryman sneaking up behind him. Then he caught the fallen man's spear and began another mad dance!