He Was Suddenly as Fierce as the God of War

Henry rode his horse back to the army formation and said to the shocked nobles like Boman, "Why bother talking to Demihumans! The sooner we fight, the sooner we rest."

Seriously? You really don't consider Demihumans as people! Oh, well, they aren't people to begin with... but you can't be this arrogant, can you?

The accompanying Bards and Court Poets began to create works one after another. Henry had opened their eyes. They had never seen such a fierce noble before, especially on the battlefield with Demihumans.

The Third Army Commander looked at Henry's position and asked Sebastian, "One of your men? Which officer from the right flank?"

"An independent noble, the great King's student."

The Eleventh Legion Commander waved his hand and said, "Prepare for battle. Anyway, we don't speak the Demihumans' language, so there's nothing to talk about."

On the other side, the densely packed Demihumans were extremely angry. They didn't expect humans to be so arrogant.

Both sides blew their horns and beat their drums almost simultaneously, but the Demihumans' side was obviously chaotic, far inferior to the human side, which had various flags as signals.

A large number of Serfs were pushed to the front, their purpose being to help withstand the first wave of the Demihumans' charge.

The square formations of infantry and crossbowmen mixed together advanced slowly, their huge depth allowing them to fight independently in units of five hundred.

Countless cavalry began to move, their target being the Centaurs and Minotaurs.

War in this world was so outrageous, truly achieving the terrifying spectacle of a head-on battle between two hundred thousand people on each side.

"Bain, you follow Philip and command the New Recruit Squad, protect yourself."

"Philip, you follow the armies of Boman and Fas, don't leave the main force."

Bain was very nervous. Henry's sudden rush out had startled him, and now that Henry said this, he was very worried.

"Lord, what are you going to do?"

Henry looked at a moving Centaur team of sixty, and said, "Hunting."

Henry, with a shield on his back, a Greatsword on one side of his waist, a One-Handed Double-Bladed Battle Axe on the other, and a Long-handled Crescent Blade in his hand, charged straight out of the army formation.

Henry was like a fierce tiger, rushing towards the Centaur team he had targeted.

The Centaurs saw that this was the unscrupulous horse archer from just now? They roared meaninglessly, charging towards Henry.

The two sides rushed towards each other, and the distance of a thousand meters was quickly closed. The Centaurs even imagined kicking Henry's head like a ball.

Unfortunately, they encountered Henry.

Henry swung the Glaive in his hand at the nearest Centaur charging towards him, the sharp, heavy blade directly cutting the Centaur in half at the waist.

The pitiful armor and shield were as fragile as toilet paper!

Henry quickly swung the Glaive, the speed of both sides meant that Henry didn't even need to exert much force to easily cut through the Centaurs' skin and muscles.

The Centaurs didn't even have time to react before several of them fell to the ground.

Blood stained the ground, and various unidentifiable organs were scattered, emitting a strong bloody smell.

Henry's face was flushed, and the speed of his attacks was extremely fast, making it impossible for the Centaurs to resist.

After a round of confrontation, sixty Centaurs instantly lost a third of their number!

They didn't want to kick Henry's head like a ball now, they just wanted to escape! But Henry was chasing closely behind, not giving them any chance to breathe.

Henry's figure was like a demon, constantly chasing the Centaurs, the long Glaive constantly taking away one Centaur after another, cutting them down to the ground one by one.

Unfortunately, a horse is still just a horse, not comparable to natural cavalry. The Centaurs eventually fled back to their army formation, and the Demihuman teams that came to reinforce were getting closer and closer to Henry, so Henry had no choice but to choose the next target.

Henry's actions undoubtedly greatly boosted the morale of the Empire's army, and the cavalry specifically used to deal with Centaurs were dumbfounded.

Seriously, were you practicing martial arts in the womb?

The three Legion Commanders using coastal single-tube telescopes to observe also noticed Henry's figure, only Sebastian praised him highly. After all, this was a member of his Seventh Legion, and he could get some credit.

The other two didn't pay much attention. A Centaur squad being routed by one person was indeed a battle result that could be boasted about for a lifetime, but they were now the commanders of the battle and needed to pay attention to the overall army deployment.

On the other side, on the right side of the huge battlefield, Henry found seven or eight teams of Gnolls, numbering one hundred and twenty, were slaughtering three battalions of Empire soldiers.

The large number of over a thousand made the nearby small number of cavalry afraid to step forward, and the Empire soldiers trapped in the meat grinder could only struggle to support themselves, after all, they still had a numerical advantage.

Henry looked around and found that they were all ordinary infantry and a small number of Skilled Infantry and crossbowmen, just a miscellaneous team in the legion.

Henry immediately rode his horse to the vicinity, handed the warhorse over to the cavalry, and entered the battle on foot.

The cavalrymen didn't dare refuse; their vision was much better than the infantry, and Henry's bravery had already impressed them.

Moreover, such luxurious equipment was likely only possessed by nobles, and even elite soldiers of high rank wouldn't act alone.

Henry's noble warhorse couldn't die in a place like this; no matter how thick its armor, the bloodthirsty, fearless Gnolls would sever its legs.

Henry picked up his shield and battle axe, roared, and charged into the battle formation. The battle axe in his hand swung so tightly that it was impenetrable, each attack precise and deadly.

In just a dozen seconds, five or six Gnolls had their throats cut open by Henry.

The battle axe constantly shifted positions in Henry's hands, hacking horizontally and splitting vertically with the intensity of a storm, leaving the Gnolls unable to resist.

Henry was able to easily evade the Gnolls' attacks and quickly counterattack. Often, a single shield bash would send a Gnoll to the ground, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Even if some Gnolls ambushed Henry, they couldn't penetrate his armor, at most staggering him before being killed by Henry.

With Henry's attacks, blood splattered everywhere, forming pools of crimson on the ground, making the already bloody battlefield even more terrifying.

The other soldiers, seeing Henry fighting so fiercely, were greatly encouraged. They spontaneously followed Henry closely, roaring as they charged towards the Gnolls.

For a time, the small battlefield on the right was filled with dust and earth, and the sounds of battle shook the sky.

The Demihuman reinforcements immediately ran to try and contain the situation. Many of the Seventh Legion's noble private soldiers also noticed this and couldn't help but join the battle.

Nobles loved war exploits the most!

The Gnolls, who were fighting Henry, let out cries of fear, looking at this ferocious human with terror and despair in their hearts.

Who exactly is the Demihuman here?!