The Martial Unity

Leonel hid his trembling left arm to his side, holding it against his body firmly to make its odd movement less obvious.

After he forcefully stimulated his Force, the Force Chains that had been snaking from the Force Art on his hand took the opportunity to counter. In the end, Leoenl had to forcefully suppress it, but the result was a drain that was even a level higher than it had been in the past.

Aina didn't know it, but Leonel hadn't even been able to sleep in the last several days. If he stopped suppressing it for even a moment, he would suffer. Luckily, he could enter a meditative state that allowed his mind to rest while remaining alert, or else he might not even be able to continue standing now.

This was the true reason Leonel so confidently pointed his spear toward Reimond and the others. He wasn't some sort of battle maniac, those words were definitely out of character for him. But he had no choice, he had to do his best to hide his current weakness. And, it seemed like it worked.

The pressure that Leonel emitted coupled with the roars of the charging French made the Englishmen to Reimond's back feel that they might really be finished.

To one side there was Aina who killed knights descending the narrow winding stairs with a single swing of her ax. Before them there was Leonel whose hair whipped about in a wild manner as his momentum grew. And to their backs, thousands of the French were crossing the no-man's-land they had created toward the castle they were defending.

Even for Reimond, he really couldn't think of a way out of this. The plan wasn't even a tenth of the way to completion.

His calm expression flickered several times, running through a marathon of emotions. In the end, his visage twisted, landing on anger.

Who were these two? They had planned for so long and so diligently, giving away years of their lives toward this goal. Yet it was going to be finished just like this? How could he be willing?

After a deep breath, he calmed down. Barely a few seconds had passed since Leonel caused the drawbridge to fall. It wasn't over yet, there was still time to turn this around. No, maybe this was an even better outcome for the original plan.

At that moment, etchings on the ground Leonel hadn't taken notice of flashed and the group of 11 vanished.

Leonel's gaze landed on the etchings for only a moment before coming to an understanding. Force Art. A teleportation Force Art. It was no wonder they managed to just appear here before Leonel finished descending the stairs.

'Is the man with the Force Art ability among them?' Leonel thought to himself.

his trembling left arm. He looked down to find Aina looking toward him

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respond, but he really didn't know what to say. He had only wanted to deal with the chains as quickly as possible. The longer he took, the

the first group

with a pleading expression as though asking her not

with nothing but her eyes. Then, she

her emotions onto the gate, slicing in cleanly in half and kicking its lower portion with a wind screeching

of archers that had been waiting

really had to remember

Suddenly, his expression changed.

stomped his foot on the ground hard, barreling forward with all his might and appearing to Aina's

left arm to block with his quickly

of them were blasted backward, sliding along the ground on their feet

of the moment to snake further up Leonel's arm, almost causing him to lose control of it. Had that happened, he didn't even

his bow from the other side of the inner gates, and then a solemn one

been able to land even a single scratch on it. But now it was deformed to the point its shape almost broke his arm. A

swift and too powerful. Had it not been for his ability improving

to his side. He looked in shock toward Aina who seemed on the

"Aina!"

death experience almost made her lose her mind again, but luckily, Leonel caught her at

deep frown setting into his

and his ten knights had appeared followed by a female wearing a golden mask appeared with her own knights. Each of the female's knights wore helms that revealed nothing but the

poured in from all sides, forming a defensive line to block entry