Henry's giant battle axe swept in a beautiful arc, accompanied by his deafening roar that seemed to make even heaven and earth tremble.
The heads of five or six soldiers in a row were lopped off in an instant, spraying a horrifying mist of blood.
The enemies clashing with Henry witnessed this, and their hearts were filled with a terror and shock they had never known before.
'Is he even human? What kind of monster is he? Not even the Array-Breaking Warriors of the Northern Lands are capable of this, right?'
A seasoned veteran, clad in Chain Armor and Armored Clothing, trembled all over, his eyes wide as if he had just witnessed the most impossible thing in the world.
'And what is that axe made of? Strength alone shouldn't be enough to slice through five or six necks at once, right?!'
Henry's battle axe was caked with blood and gore, but his gaze was unwavering, his resolve unshaken.
