Boom!!!
Chariot after chariot was dropped into the pit.
Driven by the power of Chaos and the souls of daemons, the chariots plunged one after another from the rim, tracing black arcs through the air before slamming into the floor with deafening crashes.
Every landing shook the entire Deep Pit. Loose stones rattled down its walls under the impacts, raising cloud after cloud of dust.
The chariots accelerated the instant they landed, their rams aimed at the Khan. Bladed wheels spun at high speed along their sides with a shrill whine, like hundreds of steel beasts pouncing on their prey at once.
The Khan swung the Tiger-Head Greatsword, smashing them apart blow after blow.
He darted through the mass of chariots, his blade tracing silvery-white arcs through the air. Every swing struck a chariot's body with unerring precision.
His movements remained precise and deadly, but his breathing had begun to quicken. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, glimmering in the dim light.
His muscles began to ache under the relentless strain of battle, and his reactions began to slow almost imperceptibly.
A chariot charged at him from the left. He sidestepped it and slashed backhanded, shearing off its front.
Another chariot rushed him from behind. He spun around and swept his greatsword sideways, cutting it in half.
Yet another chariot bore down on him from overhead. He raised his blade in an upward slash, splitting it in two from bottom to top.
One after another, chariot after chariot, his blade kept swinging, cleaving and slashing through the air, destroying the vehicles that surged toward him without end.
After cutting down 110 chariots in succession, the Khan finally showed signs of fatigue.
For an instant, his movements faltered. The hesitation lasted less than a tenth of a second, but