"Aaaaaah!!"
Screams rang out within the shroud of black wind, and everything around it was rapidly swept away by the howling storm.
Yet a dazzling light emerged from the tempest a moment later. In the blink of an eye, the roaring storm burst like a balloon!
Bang!
The surging air exploded outward. The soldiers who had been holding guns were now torn to pieces, their bodies dismembered as though sliced apart by invisible blades. The knights had fared little better. They lay scattered across the floor, their bulletproof armor now covered in gouges.
Only the leading knight remained standing, gripping his greatsword without moving. Dazzling white light radiated from its blade.
"Who's there?!"
"Heh heh heh..."
An eerie voice answered the knight's furious shout from outside. Then a middle-aged man with a full beard and a fur coat slowly walked through the doors. He stared at the knight with a sneer, idly toying with a staff.
"So the false god's lapdogs do have a little talent."
"You evil, heretical wizard!"
At the man's mockery, the leading knight tightened his grip on his greatsword and pointed it at him.
"Death is the only fate for those who slander the Holy Lord!"
As his words fell, the knight bent his knees and lowered his body. The next instant, he vanished, like a car suddenly accelerating from a standstill. Only his shining white blade left a straight streak through the air as it slashed directly toward the wizard.
"Heh!"
The wizard grinned at the knight's attack. At the same time, a bizarre creature appeared behind him. It resembled the upper half of a skeletal demon king, holding an enormous scimitar. Like a terrifying ghost, it raised the weapon and brought it down hard on the knight.
Clang!
The two attacks collided. The knight