A Demon Hound twice the size of a calf, looking like a tiger with a shrunken body and an enlarged head, abruptly appeared behind the attackers' leader.
It showed no mercy. With one snap of its jaws, it bit his head off, then stormed into the attackers' ranks like a gale. As it darted back and forth, men and horses tumbled everywhere.
The well-trained attackers tried to fight back, but this seemingly burly, ungainly Demon Hound was exceptionally agile.
No!
It was more than mere agility!
It was...
Transcendent!
One moment, it stood right before you; then it vanished, only to appear behind you the next moment and bite straight into your neck.
After this happened several times, the sight of those headless corpses sent chills down every attacker's neck and dread creeping into their hearts.
At that moment, Hoff gave the order to counterattack.
Hoff had no idea where this unusual Demon Hound had come from, but he knew this was their chance!
"Kill!"
With a low roar, Hoff charged out. His longsword slid alongside a warhorse's neck, slipped through a gap in an attacker's armor, and pierced his lower abdomen.
Thwack!
As the attacker clutched his belly, Hoff's second thrust struck, plunging into the opening at the neck of his armor.
The lifeless body fell from the horse. Hoff vaulted into the saddle, grabbed the lance hanging at its side, leaned low, and charged.
The young men behind Hoff roared as they rushed into battle, while the believers who had been hunters drew their bows and nocked their arrows.
The tide turned in an instant.
Atop Great Sparrow Ridge, Karl let out a small breath of relief.
He had been ready to intervene.
Even exposing his position would have been worth it.
Because if his captain and teammates