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When the army of Yanbao appeared within Brando's field of vision, a tremendous voice came from the sky:
"You really did return at the last moment, Count Tonigell. Mr. Brando, the grandson of Sword Saint Darus. Just as described in every fairy tale and story, the heroic knight returned to this land at the final moment of the tale to save those who were suffering."
"How perfect."
The voice rumbled through the gloomy sky before sneering, "Unfortunately, reality is still reality. Since we had already anticipated that you might appear at this moment, don't you think showing up here all by yourself is a little too arrogant?"
At that moment, a mixed chorus of startled cries and screams suddenly rang out ahead.
The noble armies seemed to stop in their tracks, and a commotion broke out. Brando raised a hand, signaling the knights of the White Lion Guard to slow down. He looked up and saw the tragedy unfolding in that direction. Several enormous portals seemed to have opened in the wilderness out of nowhere. They turned slowly as gigantic beasts glittering with crystal light gradually emerged from the Gates of Light.
The giant beasts trampled into the crowd. Quite a few noble soldiers were crushed into bloody paste beneath their feet. Brando held no goodwill toward these people who had brought this upon themselves, but he still could not help frowning at the sight.
"Gods, what kind of monster is that?"
"Are they allies?"
"That's the voice of the Earl of Yanbao..."
"Ah—!"
The screams had already merged into a single roar. Though the noble lords feared the Tonigellians pursuing them from behind, the terrifying monsters before them were a far more immediate threat. They shoved and stumbled backward, spilling toward the Tonigellian lines.
Brando only ordered the