At that moment.
Thousands upon thousands of polluted knights turned around.
Pollution crept across their eyes, which reflected the direction of the two newcomers.
A deathly silence spread.
The Swift One beneath Lynn turned his head. Lynn's face was reflected in his green eyes, and all the tentacles on his body unfurled their blades like a flower in bloom.
He gave a low cry.
His gaze seemed to tell him.
"Hold on."
Whoosh-
There was no communication, no hesitation, as though he had known all along that an army of thousands would await them here.
He became a bolt of lightning, the sharp gaze in his eyes cutting through the currents.
A one-man army!
Carrying Lynn, he charged fearlessly toward the army surrounding the barrier.
Only then did Lynn finally understand why he had not left, why he had stubbornly insisted on carrying him into this vast canyon. Perhaps the moment he learned the coordinates Lynn intended to reach, he had already prepared himself to fight on the battlefield.
"Kill!!"
The army of tens of thousands erupted in a cry of murderous intent.
It came from a single will.
Several King Beasts and countless knights changed direction, launching an all-out charge at the two of them.
The Swift One beneath Lynn plunged into the battle. He showed not the slightest mercy. Even against his former brothers and fellow knights, his blades held nothing back. Black blood splashed across his blades and into his eyes.
Knight after knight fell beneath his blades.
He pushed his speed to its utmost limit, dancing on a lethal knife's edge as the King Beasts closed in on him.
And he had only one goal.
To deliver Lynn into that ancient hall!
Charge!
Charge!
Wound after wound appeared on his body, while knights fell in swathes