"Quick, move!" Wood called to the team members behind him, "We can't stay in this town any longer!"
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Shiiiing——
A sharp blade glimmered with deadly cold light in the icy air, tearing through with a blurred afterimage in the sound of air being split apart.
The young knight, standing in the middle of the road with a longsword across his chest in a defensive stance, let out only a muffled groan before collapsing in pain, blood bursting from his neck.
Along with the two teammates beside him, they turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.
The three knights from the Molton family, who had undergone rigorous training since childhood, died in less than three seconds.
The disparity in strength might be part of the reason.
But more crucial was the enemy who mysteriously appeared in the previously empty air, with a figure swift like a specter.
The right hand holding the sword hilt flicked, shaking off the blood on the blade, as the right foot stepped forward.
