The group of cavalrymen who had mutated after death, led by Lyonbell, instantly reacted when Mr. Jacques arrived with the young villagers' militia.
This silent and terrifying cavalry instantly surrounded them.
Warhorses, weapons, bloodstained armor, and cloudy white eyeballs... All these elements directly formed a painting resembling the underworld before Mr. Jacques and the others.
They were not facing savage Burgundian cavalry. They were facing monsters even more terrifying than them, monsters resembling devils!
"I... I don't want to fight these things!"
Overcome by fear, a young man holding a wooden spear shouted and turned to flee. But how could he possibly pass through the cavalrymen's armor?
He tried lying flat on the ground, attempting to escape beneath the warhorse's belly, but a lance stabbed straight through his body... The cavalryman on the warhorse then lifted the lance high into the air.
The young militiaman's body was raised along with it.
He struggled and wailed in agony in midair, but the harder he struggled, the more his body slid down the lance bit by bit.
Unable to bear the sight of such cruelty, many people immediately lowered their heads.
"Demons!"
Mr. Jacques was shocked, terrified, and enraged. His mind was almost blank, yet his arm swung his weapon while his body instinctively charged at the cavalrymen with his sword.
He had only taken up swordsmanship halfway through his life and practiced for a while. He probably could not even be considered mediocre, yet even so, Mr. Jacques was already one of the village's few powerful fighters.
But now, a greatsword directly cleaved Mr. Jacques's prized sword in two!
This sword was clearly much more valuable than the one Mr. Jacques had previously taken to Rose Mansion... It was an antique kept in his family's collection. Strictly speaking, it was not