The cries echoed across the battlefield, and Aitelinna stood on the city wall, trembling all over with excitement.
"It's him!"
"It really is him!"
Murmuring under her breath, Aitelinna swayed and had to brace herself against the battlements to keep from collapsing.
Weakness spread from deep within her body.
It wasn't physical exhaustion, but mental.
From death to life.
From despair to hope.
The roller-coaster rush was almost too much even for Aitelinna, a priestess of the Thorn Temple.
And the people around her?
They were doing much better.
They had been prepared to die from the very beginning.
Once salvation came at the brink of death...
All that remained was cheering!
"Victory! Victory!"
"Hero! Hero!"
"Ryan! Ryan!"
It took only a few repetitions for the scattered cries to become a unified chant, as though they had rehearsed it countless times. The defenders raised their weapons high, watching the figure on the black metal warhorse charge into the monsters with his own retinue.
The terrifying monsters were torn apart as easily as paper.
The raging flames became an enormous scythe. Every swing swept through a swath of enemies, every swing brought a chorus of dying wails.
One man against an army!
Whether they were humans.
Or monsters.
It made no difference!
Qin Ran rampaged across the entire battlefield, crushing everything in his path.
His expression was cold, his eyes watchful.
His gaze swept around from time to time.
He was searching for an answer-when he encountered this fast-moving horde of monsters, as disciplined as an army that obeyed every command, he had already formed a suspicion.
A commander!
This army of monsters had to have a commander!
Otherwise, they couldn't have been so different from the monsters in Navia City, which knew only how to hunt by instinct.
And that