Liao Ye was already on the verge of passing out, yet when Agravain thrust his spear at him, he still relied on instinct to swing his long halberd with all his might, knocking Agravain's lance away with astonishing precision.
But while he had disarmed Agravain, Liao Ye's own condition remained dire.
His body had already begun to swell. Though the poison was mild, it was enough to prove fatal to Liao Ye.
"Brother Liao Ye! Get down from the wall first! Leave this to me!" Cursed Arm Hassan stepped in front of Liao Ye and shouted anxiously.
If this continued, Liao Ye would likely be taken out here. Though Cursed Arm Hassan did not know why Liao Ye had ended up like this, he had no desire to watch him die here.
A man of such loyalty and righteousness had to survive!
Throwing knives flew from his hands toward Agravain, only for Agravain to knock every one of them aside with his sword.
Knights all carried swords. Though he had lost his lance, Agravain still had a sword hanging at his waist.
"Tch—"
Taking the opportunity, Cursed Arm Hassan swept his gaze across the battlefield and gritted his teeth.
Nearly half of Hassan of the Hundred Faces' personality fragments had been wiped out by the dragons, though many dragons had died as well. Some knights who had fallen from dragonback were also rushing up the stairs toward the wall.
Agravain had not lost much of his fighting strength. They were about to be overwhelmed.
Master of Chaldea, hurry up and come out. At this rate, Liao Ye really was going to die.
"Quick, this way!" Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the flickering connection of his contract with Liao Ye, his mood growing heavy.
Though he had not been contracted with Liao Ye