The arrival of House Silversword's top warriors broke the balance.
They unleashed unstoppable carnage on Midgard's troops. They were like a group of monsters freed from their shackles, ruthless and invincible.
Screams of terror and despair echoed as soon as they arrived.
"Ahh! Help me!"
"Stop! I surrender!"
"No! Not my leg! Ahhh!!"
Alaric didn't even have to do anything. He just watched as his subordinates slaughtered everyone in sight.
No one could put a stop to this unbridled massacre.
Some enemy Transcendent Knights tried to fend them off to give their comrades time to escape, but even warriors at their level couldn't hope to contend against these highly-skilled men.
It's a one-sided massacre… So this is the strength of House Silversword.
Marco Herald watched the scene unfold with a look of surprise and amazement.
He came here with the rest of the high-ranking warriors of Astania to offer support, but he realized that their presence wasn't even needed.
