Buzz! The two chains in Anrield's hands suddenly lit up with an inky black glow. The force they whipped up in the gale was like two auroras, winding swiftly as they crashed into the high-spirited Lodun defenders. The dense mass of men charging out was directly scattered by the powerful impact.
Quite a few men were struck by Anrield's fierce twin-chain lightning, their bodies split in two as they fell dead on the spot.
Kill! The men of the Third Fleet behind him were fired up, their eyes savage and crazed. The sight of blood drove them like beasts, eager to tear apart those enemies who dared resist.
The first vanguard of Lodun defenders to charge out of the fortress was shattered in a single blow by Anrield, a fighter several levels above them. Their momentum immediately faltered, but they quickly began forming ranks, preparing to forcibly withstand the Third Fleet's assault.
The island's buildings were low and flimsy, useful only as support for artillery positions. They offered no defensive help in close-quarters combat, so the Lodun defenders had no choice but to take the initiative and attack.
The two black bolts of lightning in Anrield's hands danced rapidly. Wherever they passed, no one could stop them. A master like him struck with fierce, overwhelming force; anyone hit was either dead or crippled. The defensive formation the Lodun defenders had just assembled was torn open by Anrield alone in less than two minutes.
Kill! The Third Fleet charged in after him. Those who had only just surrendered fought desperately for their lives. As long as they survived this battle, there would still be hope for the future. But if they lost here, then nothing else mattered.
In an instant, the island assaulted by the Third Fleet became a scene of