The third-rank Blood Ring Knight charged into the Merman horde, like a tank plowing into a field of watermelons.
A second-rank Merman blocking his path was slain by that charging sword stroke.
Another second-rank Merman was rammed head-on by the warhorse, its chest pierced clean through by the enhanced horse's horn.
The warhorse galloped wildly, tossing its head and flinging away the heavily wounded second-rank Merman warrior.
The knight rode his warhorse in a furious charge through the Merman horde. Any Merman in his way was sent flying or trampled to death.
There were not many Mermen worthy of making this knight draw his sword. Only second-rank Mermen received such treatment.
First-rank Mermen did not even need his attention. Once the warhorse charged past, they were simply knocked flying.
Iron hooves as large as cooking pots came down, and whichever Merman they stepped on was crushed to death.
This scene threw the Mermen into utter panic.
And that was not all. The Blood Ring Knight's swirling blood mist would occasionally explode violently, sweeping through the surroundings and engulfing a great swath of Mermen at once.
Beneath the blood mist, the Mermen's bodies were corroded, their blood squeezed out into the mist. Every burst caused enormous casualties.
The sight made everyone atop the walls nearly forget to attack. They stood dumbfounded as they watched the knight rampage and trample across the battlefield outside the city.
Then activity came from the portal behind them once more.
Charles turned his head, only to see another third-rank Blood Ring Knight in identical heavy armor squeeze out from behind him.
The knight raised his head and immediately noticed the battle outside. He did not even need to ask. He mounted his warhorse at once, charged forward, and leapt out of the Outpost Base to join