Reinforcements

"Hey! You just ran off like that out of nowhere, trying to be a hero all by yourself?"

Lancelot's voice came from the woods.

And then came the silver armor that made Galan feel at ease.

In fact, when he saw that sword, he knew his reinforcements had arrived.

Seeing that he had suddenly run away without offering any explanation, the other person must still be worried.

So when Galan saw Lancelot appear, he wasn't too surprised, but he was still very moved.

"So the only enemy is this Demons, right? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Lancelot walked to the open space, picked up the Silver Sword that had been knocked away by Nolz, and cautiously looked around.

After confirming that there were no other lurking presences nearby, he looked Nolz up and down.

When he approached this place earlier, he sensed a powerful Demons aura emanating from Galan. Now it seems that the other party was indeed no pushover.

However, because his heart had just been shattered by Galan, Nolz's expression was not relaxed. Such damage to a critical part of his body would obviously still severely injure him.

However, even though the opponent is currently injured, they are not an opponent that can be easily let down.

"Be careful, even if the two of us attack together, we might not be able to beat him. Also, he was the one who destroyed the village earlier."

Although Galan has not confirmed it, the sight of this Elf tribe's tragic state makes it hard not to think of the massacred villages seen before.

So it was him...:::

Upon hearing Galan's words, Lancelot's gaze visibly darkened. Although the other man was wearing a helmet, obscuring his expression, Galan could still clearly sense the anger emanating from him, and the surrounding atmosphere seemed to cool down as well.

After all, one's friend most likely died at the hands of the other party, and now that they've met, how can one not feel angry?

"Did you do what happened in that village?"

Lancelot looked at him, his tone cold and harsh, his deep eyes locking onto Nolz through the gap in his helmet.

Like a sharp knife, it wanted to pierce through him. I really wanted him to feel the despair of those villagers who died tragically before they were slaughtered.

The only human village in this area was the one they had passed through earlier, so there was no need to specify which one it was.

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Speaking of which, we did pass through a village on the way here and killed some people; it should be the one you're talking about.

Faced with Lancelot's questioning, Nolz answered casually, without trying to hide anything, his words as ordinary as "I had eggs and fried dough sticks for breakfast today."

"Having killed so many people, don't you feel even a little bit guilty?"

Lancelot roared angrily, "[Guilt]... What is that? Demons can't understand your complex human emotions!"

"For us, even if it weren't for food, killing would simply be a means of amusement, driven by instinct."

Seeing the puzzled look on Norzlanslot's face, Norzlanslot completely gave up any desire to talk to him after hearing his words.

Just like the Demons he had seen before, these guys were monsters without any feelings, and probably had no concept of what [good] or [evil] was.

They clearly killed so many people, yet they claim it was just a "funny pastime" or something...:

Damn it, without another word or further probing, Lancelot raised his Silver Sword and assumed an attack stance.

Galan, in coordination with his movements, slowly moved into Nolz's blind spot, ready to strike at any moment.

A breeze blew through the woods, brushing against their faces, and the weeds on the ground swayed in its wake.

A fierce glint imperceptibly flashed in Nolz's deep eyes.

Almost simultaneously, the two shot forward from their spots, brandishing their weapons and slashing at the enemy.

Despite the severe heart injury he had just suffered and his extremely poor condition, Nolz showed no sign of panic despite the coordinated attack from the two. This situation was nothing new to him.

In the past, on the battlefield, because of his exceptionally tall stature, he was often the target of gang attacks and inevitably suffered injuries of various degrees.

But in the end, without exception, he defeated all his opponents.

In the face of sufficiently powerful violence, simply increasing numbers is of no use; it only creates more cannon fodder.

Just like the soldiers in the village, even if they charged at Nolz in pairs, they couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

Even though he is seriously injured, he still has the strength to fight and cannot be dealt with by just a few random soldiers.

Nolz strode to the side, the black, lightning-like sword energy coiling around his greatsword causing the air to explode. "[Final Enlightenment Sword]"

A sudden, violent roar erupted beneath his feet, like a black lightning bolt, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.

The black afterimage that appeared in the village reappeared at this moment.

The ground along the way was shattered by Nolz's astonishing power.

He swung his greatsword and charged towards Lancelot at an even faster speed, intending to take care of one of them first.

This move is a sword technique he honed through countless battles over the past century; almost no one can escape death from his sword.

To Nolz's surprise, the human in the heavy armor in front of him dodged his fatal blow with astonishing reflexes.

Boom!!

His attack cleaved a huge crater in the ground, but the result was not as he had hoped. Lancelot had been preparing to dodge after noticing the sudden surge of power emanating from his opponent, but the attack came so suddenly that even though he had anticipated it, he was still nearly hit.

His right arm was still cut by the lingering force of the sword, leaving a shallow wound, but fortunately, it did not affect his movements.

Before Nolz could even recover from the shock of his attack being dodged, Galan's ghostly figure had already appeared behind him, wielding a long sword and slashing towards his neck.

Even if your heart isn't your weakness, you still can't survive without your head, right?

Just a second before the sharp blade was about to strike, it was firmly caught in mid-air by a large hand using two fingers. Nolz actually managed to capture Galan's longsword by relying solely on his senses!

Having already suffered multiple injuries, he was now completely battered, his face covered in scars, and his aura was disheveled.