Facing Blaine was a man wrapped in black armor. He was more than eight feet tall, wearing diamond-shaped armor composed of dark-matter energy and holding a two-foot-long spear.
He looked majestic, as if he were the general of these soldiers.
Moreover, Blaine could clearly sense a hint of extreme danger from the monster Dormammu had summoned. If the evil dragon just now had been able to enter Blaine's eyes, then this "general" was someone Blaine had to treat with caution. He might even make Blaine suffer on the spot.
Beside the leader were two other soldiers. However, judging from their armor, they seemed no different from soldiers of other ranks. Still, they were also riding horses. As for why they were able to stand side by side with the leader, it was probably because they held two large flags high in their hands.
Blaine looked at the two large flags. They were not the flag of the United States, nor France's; in any case, they were not the flags of any European country Blaine knew. It seemed there were two kinds of symbols embroidered on them. Blaine felt they were familiar, but he had forgotten where he had seen them. Perhaps these symbols represented their army.
Looking at the neatly lined-up army not far away, Blaine not only felt a sense of pride and ambition, but also felt his fighting spirit rise spontaneously.
Since Dormammu wanted to use this army to exhaust Blaine, then Blaine would let him see what it meant to be a bounty hunter. One person could be worth a thousand troops.
Unlike the previous beasts, these figures made of dark-matter energy seemed to possess a little more intelligence. Their neatly arranged phalanx could also make reasonable use of the advantages of each unit. Those who did not know better would think this was a well-trained legion. One could tell at a glance that these people were many times stronger than the creatures from before. Coupled with their cooperation, they would probably be even more difficult for Blaine to deal with.
"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck…"
Finally, the leader facing Blaine began to issue orders. Although Blaine had a universal language converter, he still could not understand what their strange cries, so much like Dormammu's, meant.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
However, before Blaine could dwell on what it meant, the archers in the back row suddenly launched an attack.
This time, it was Blaine's turn to appreciate what it meant for ten thousand arrows to be fired at once. Looking at the dense black mass above his head and the arrows raining down like raindrops, Blaine felt the competitive spirit in his bones being stimulated once again.
"Kill!"
With a shout, the Dragon Trident in Blaine's hand spun again, forming an impenetrable shield in front of him.
At some point, Blaine had narrowed the range of the energy shield so that it only protected his own body, no longer extending more than ten meters away from him as it had before. Perhaps it was to reduce the consumption of mental power, and second, it was also for the convenience of displaying his skills.
Ding, ding, ding… ding, ding, ding…
The arrows that filled the sky poured down onto Blaine's Dragon Trident as if they cost nothing.
Not to be outdone, Blaine fought hard against these seemingly insignificant but extremely powerful waves of arrows while advancing toward the opponent with difficulty.
Finally, when he was only tens of meters away from the enemy army, Blaine's body vanished instantly, and the energy shield protecting him collapsed once again.
Dang, dang, dang, dang…
After slashing apart the arrows in front of him, Blaine's body suddenly charged into the opponent's formation.
According to what Blaine had seen on television, in ancient battles between two armies, as long as one side rushed over, the other side would stop long-range shooting and begin close combat.
Now, that was exactly the case. The archers stopped firing arrows and drew the short blades from their backs one after another. Blaine had not paid attention just now, but now that he had rushed in, he realized that these archers did not seem to have quivers. It seemed their arrows were condensed from this black cloud and should be endless. If the black cloud did not disperse, the energy of all of them would not be exhausted.
From this point of view, rushing into the enemy's large army was the correct choice, and not a blindly reckless strategy.
The first ones to appear in front of Blaine were the soldiers in the front row holding spears. In ancient wars, the role of these people should have been only to resist the opponent's first wave of impact.
It was just that now, what they had to face was not an army of the same magnitude as their own, but Blaine alone. Therefore, these people's hands and feet seemed to panic. They did not know where to stab Blaine, and they were also afraid of stabbing their own people.
Of course, Blaine was not the kind of person who needed to analyze the weaknesses of these low-level creatures composed of dark-matter energy. What Blaine had to do was charge forward bravely, and no one could resist him. As the saying goes, when gods block the way, kill gods; when Buddhas block the way, kill Buddhas. As long as their so-called leader was killed, it would be impossible for Dormammu to continue sitting still.
If it had been earlier, Blaine would still have thought that if he could avoid doing anything, he would not act until Stephen Strange arrived with the Eye of Agamotto, and then Blaine's mission would be considered complete. But now, after being deeply provoked by Dormammu, Blaine decided to leave Dormammu with a lasting memory today. He would let Dormammu know that no one could offend the majesty of the bounty hunter—not Dormammu, not even the gods.
Just like that, Blaine charged alone into the army summoned by Dormammu once again.
Blaine was as brave as ever and could smash apart a large area with every strike. Soon, countless corpses were lying around him.
It was just that Blaine did not notice that the soldiers he cut down this time did not explode into specks of energy like the beasts before and dissipate. Instead, they fell to the ground in an extremely real manner. Indistinctly, black lines flowed out from the "corpses" on the ground, moving in the direction of the horse-riding leader in the distance.
Not only that, but Blaine also discovered that the soldiers this time were much more difficult to deal with than the beasts from before. These people knew how to work together as a team. They were truly difficult to kill. In fact, after only a few exchanges, Blaine's energy shield began to flicker in and out of sight. This was the rhythm of it being blown apart by them. These were only miscellaneous soldiers. If that leader attacked later, Blaine was not truly certain whether he could defeat him.
Although the battle was difficult, Blaine fought with great vigor and would not stop because of these minor issues.
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