"Enough! Everyone, get the hell out here right now! Anyone who dares disobey will be dealt with under military law!!"
Durandal's voice suddenly rang through the town like thunder, domineering and overwhelming, carrying an uncompromising harshness and killing intent!
At the same time... two towering Phantom Spirits, twenty to thirty meters tall, appeared at the edge of town. Their blue-and-white armor gleamed as they radiated terrifying pressure, perfectly coordinated in offense and defense.
They were called "King" and "Queen."
KING and QUEEN were not limited to being only two or three meters tall. They could shift sizes according to Durandal's wishes; even maintaining a height of thirty or forty meters was possible.
Durandal floated on KING's shoulder, glaring unpleasantly at the Imperial soldiers in town who resembled evil ghosts. The disgust in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Although the foreign tribes were no saints, and she had killed quite a few of their soldiers before, cruelly treating children, women, and the elderly... was something else entirely!
As someone who considered herself a knight, Durandal could not simply turn a blind eye, especially since she was nominally the commander of this march!
A fair and honorable duel was not a problem; she would even support it! But attacking the weak and defenseless—if she did not know, that was one thing... but if she knew, she had to stop it.
Durandal turned to look at Esdeath, who had been crushed by KING's aura and could not rise. Her sky-blue eyes fixed on her.
The next moment, she jumped down and planted a foot on Esdeath's body.
"I won't waste any more words on you. By your own beliefs, you are the weak one now, and I am the strong one! I can do whatever I want to you!"
"You disobeyed my