The steel torrent formed by Burning Dawn soldiers roared past.
For these battle-hardened elites, obeying their commander's orders was instinct. Wherever the commander's sword pointed was the direction of their charge.
Everything blocking their path had only one fate: destruction!
The surging crowd was crushed beneath the Burning Dawn soldiers like melons and vegetables.
There were no exceptions.
Even if many among them possessed abilities extraordinary to ordinary people, it made no difference.
Charge!
Charge!
Charge!
Spears pointed forward, piercing body after body. These controlled puppets showed no fear and did not retreat. They charged at the Burning Dawn soldiers one after another, until a man whose entire body gleamed with a faint metallic luster blocked the advancing force.
Clang!
Amid the sound of metal striking metal, the unstoppable spear was blocked. It did not pierce through the man's body, sinking in only about an inch.
"You really think the people I chose would be ordinary—"
Pfft!
Peters's words were cut short by a sword slashing straight at him.
The sword flashed, and a head flew high into the air.
Then, the corpse was hooked aside by a spear and flung to the ground, where the horses behind trampled it into pulp.
Special?
So what if they were special?
The era in which the Burning Dawn soldiers lived had far too many unusual things. They had seen plenty, and personally killed even more!
They had long known how to work together to eliminate such unusual foes.
Not only was this method effective, but they had no objection to killing even more of them.
"Burning—"
"Dawn!"
Amid the blare of military horns, Peters's force was pierced through.
The survivors fled to both sides, only to be surrounded once again by the Burning Dawn soldiers, who had split into two groups.
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