With his speed of flight more than fast enough, Lin Yun flew straight to Mozgus and the young knights of the Order of the Holy Lock Knights.
It was hard to say whether this was a strange situation or simply the way things were supposed to be.
When these young knights faced refugees, they could be fierce— even impressive.
But when facing these Arabians, they seemed like a bunch of cowards.
Some of the young knights of the Order of the Holy Lock Knights had already fled.
Lin Yun flew straight in and swung the Butchering Axe in his hand at an Arabian camel cavalryman who had charged to the front.
He didn't feel there was much need to use the Soul-Refining Machine against these guys, so, for the first time in a while, he pulled out his +1 Butchering Axe and faced them with it.
Of course, Lin Yun had already put away his Three Heads and Four Arms form.
"D20+13+5+1=22, hit." ...Well, whatever. Let's not sweat the details.
"8D6+D6+19+1+12=67." Blink triggered once.
It might have felt a little underwhelming, but against these "ordinary" Arabian camel cavalrymen, it was already terrifying.
With one swing of his axe, Lin Yun hacked down an Arabian who looked to have a long beard and be at least forty, sending him crashing beneath his camel.
Then he immediately used Masterful Final Strike, following through to slash at the camel cavalrymen on the other side.
"Sir Mozgus, get your men out of here! I'll hold them off for now!" Lin Yun shouted.
"Wait, Sir Basaka! What are you doing? You've only just been through a battle like that. Leave this to us useless people—we're the ones who should be getting out of here! Something like this happened right under my nose. If you hadn't