The chariot rampaged through the tide of corpses.
Although it had only been converted from a makeshift carriage, as a weapon of war with a long history, this chariot still displayed its overwhelming might.
The mangled flesh and severed limbs on the ground could not impede its advance at all. As it picked up speed, even hard skulls were crushed beneath its charge.
But Lyu had no attention to spare for the chariot's achievements. From time to time, she glanced at Roland, who stood boldly on horseback, mercilessly swinging the Sacred Sword in his hand like a meat grinder. The hero who always wore a handsome smile could not help revealing a trace of vicious ferocity now.
Whatever kind of zombie stood in their way, before it could actually touch the chariot, it was sliced into pieces by flashes of sword light and sent flying, leaving no evidence of its existence except a few severed limbs and splashes of blood.
With someone so powerful taking the initiative to clear their path, they raced along the sidewalk leading to the Guild far faster than usual.
Although they had hesitated at first, that had only been a little compassion born of spending too long in peaceful surroundings.
At Roland's cold declaration that "the living matter more than the dead," Lyu had quickly learned to obey. After all, before joining the Hostess of Fertility, she had also spent a time living by "I am the night, I am vengeance."
Besides, violence was always the most persuasive argument.
Before the strength Roland displayed as he cleared the way, the tavern's women hardly dared breathe. Ordinary people would have been one thing, but against so many Adventurers with no fear of death, if they were surrounded and failed to break out immediately, they could only