As Battle Aura clashed, fierce winds whipped up dust from the ground.
On the battlefield, Lambert and Haskell clashed again.
This time, with boiling blood coursing through him, Haskell was like a wild beast. Even as he bled heavily, he barely seemed to feel pain.
He roared and swung his axe down, forcing Lambert back several steps. The blade cracked the armor over Lambert's chest, and blood streamed through the breach.
Lambert chose not to keep meeting him head-on. Instead, he used nimble movements to buy time, denying Haskell another chance to close in.
"Haaaaah!!"
The Snow Oath warriors around them were emboldened by the blow. One after another, they entered a boiling blood frenzy and charged madly at the Red Tide Knights.
The Red Tide Knights reacted immediately, swiftly tightening their formation amid the melee.
But despite Louis's predictions and preparations before the battle, one young Knight still let his guard down.
An axe struck him square in the chest, sending him flying into the stone wall. His spine snapped, and he died on the spot.
Lambert's expression grew grimmer at the sight.
Victory was already assured, but if this continued, several more Knights would be dragged down with the enemy.
Besides, warriors in the boiling blood state could not last long. There was no need to face them head-on.
"Adjust formation! Spread out!"
At his sharp, low command, the Red Tide Knights swiftly changed tactics.
They opened up the distance, abandoning direct clashes in favor of mounted maneuvering and ranged attacks to harass the enemy.
Sure enough, the Snow Oath warriors in the boiling blood state did not hold out much longer. Their movements gradually slowed.
Their bodies began to suffer the backlash: their skin split open, blood spurted from their mouths, and their roars turned into screams.