"Madmen! They're all madmen!" Uwasa roared furiously as he stared at the severed arm in his hand. The spirit of these vermin from the human kingdoms—who would bite a chunk out of them even in death—made his heart pound in terror. For the first time, he felt fear toward this kingdom. That was the power of fanatics!
"Mogus! Darian!" Duke Joelster cried out from atop the city wall. His nails dug viciously into his palm, and blood streamed down his hand.
"Darian? Mogus?" Adolf Heinrich suddenly turned around. Just after those two loud explosions, seven sixth-tier auras had vanished from the south. Who they were was obvious...
"How could this be?" Maple Forest Youlan stared southward in a daze after fending off the Nazgûl's attack.
"Shing!" In a moment of carelessness, the Seventh Nazgûl's spear tore open a wound on him, black smoke curling from it.
"Uwasa!" Caslo's eyes split with fury. Anyone could tell where Uwasa had gone.
"Kill them!" Omsk's silence was terrifying.
"Kill!" Valfay was another man of few words and ruthless action. He swung Manikati in a full arc at the sixth-tier enemies all around him, hacking wildly wherever he looked. Even a dog passing by would have taken a few slashes.
"Roar!" The two dragons roared furiously, venting their rage while also seeing off the kingdom's fallen sixth-tier warriors.
"The south..." Roland panted as he looked southward, uncertainty in his eyes. He looked to Adolf Heinrich, hoping for the answer he wanted.
"..." Adolf Heinrich sensed the current power of the rules, then slowly nodded at Roland before shaking his head.
"They succeeded. Clear Sky Miles will soon be lifted, but Darian and Mogus probably..." Adolf Heinrich's gaze dimmed, and he could not continue.
"Kill! Kill a sixth-tier and be made a