Knight Viel's face was ashen.
At this point, he finally had to accept a brutal truth.
The two Second-Tier Knights he had sent out had undoubtedly been murdered!
Since their opponents had survived Lord Kairils's killing blow, they must have been hiding some terrifying trump cards.
Caught off guard, the two Second-Tier Knights had been killed by the combined efforts of those two cultists and their trump cards. It made perfect sense!
At that thought,
Viel felt his scalp prickle, and cold sweat instantly soaked him beneath his armor.
They had originally held an overwhelming four-against-three advantage.
Yet his greed and arrogance had turned it into this bloodbath!
The battle had taken another deadly turn!
To be fair, from the players' perspective,
if anyone were to pick the most exhausted, most frustrated person in today's chaotic battle-the one who most deserved to completely lose his mind-
it would undoubtedly be Kairils, who had been fighting for his life the entire time.
If this battle were a 5v5 tower-pushing game, then for Kairils, it was pure torture.
The guy had carried from start to finish!
Right at the start, he had single-handedly crippled two enemy second-tier fighters, then gone toe-to-toe with the enemy's big Boss after he powered up to the pseudo-third tier.
He had even managed to fight him to a standstill.
In other words, he had practically dealt with all three enemy second-tier fighters by himself!
With an opening that incredible, anyone should have been able to coast to victory.
If his fellow knights behind him had possessed even a shred of common sense, all they had to do was stick together.
Once he had worn that pseudo-third-tier old monster down to death, they could swoop in and safely finish everyone off. An easy win!
But what happened instead?