The Martial Unity

"Reimond!" Nigelle's almost hysterical cry fell after time seemed to stop for a moment.

Blinded by rage, he unleashed arrow after arrow toward Leonel. In his anger, his arrows violently expanded, becoming roaring flood dragons that snaked through the skies.

Leonel didn't foolishly meet these strikes head-on. Clearly, Nigelle had forgotten about the overall situation when he attacked, lost in his emotions just now.

With swift movements, Leonel took several winding steps, dodging the powerful arrows with ease. Another person wouldn't be able to dodge the attacks such a great archer had launched from now even 30 meters away, but Leonel was different. He wasn't judging the trajectories of the arrows while they were in the air, he had already calculated where they would land the instant Nigelle released his bowstring.

The moment Leonel passed by the dragonic rain of arrows, a chorus of muffled booms and cries of pain sounded. He didn't need to look back to know that Nigelle's rash actions had affected Joan's men, even taking out two of them.

Leonel chose to trust Aina. If he could quickly take out a second one of them, then the two could focus on taking down Joan without worries. At this point, the normal soldiers hadn't even dared to try and take part in a battle of this caliber. So, Leonel felt that he could directly ignore them, at least for now.

Unfortunately, while he was on a tear toward Nigelle, the remnants of Reimond's knights stepped forward, their gazes red as they swung their weapons toward him. It was clear that they too cared for the man deeply.

world order. Killing and being the root cause

as he could, his spear snaked forward once more. Though he didn't use his Force, the power and speed behind his strikes

was clear that that last

blink of an eye, Leonel had taken down three more, using the opening it created to shoot off

Aina who was currently holding eight of them back all on her own. The main issue was that as an archer, Nigelle had to be at a

"Form up!" Nigelle roared.

Englishmen between Leonel and him. This was more than enough to allow him to recover. He realized he had been too rash just now, even being the reason two of Joan's eight knights had fallen, a number that

their lives to get involved in a war between gods, but they didn't dare disobey. What would happen to them

only would it defeat the purpose of why

a piece of the inner gate Aina had blasted apart

with a kick before snaking his spear forward in a familiar motion and allowing the broken piece of wood to fly forward

to meet this attack head-on. Many even closed their eyes and

time those knights realized that something was wrong, a strong wind had blown by them and

watched on in shock. Even when Leonel had appeared upon his archery tower and sliced his head from his neck, the grievance was clear in his eyes. He had really died due to