For a moment, he saw the painful Jorgensen leading the remaining paladins towards the Sea of ​​the Undead in a sacrificial gesture.

He saw the mage Menason, who was surrounded by high-ranking knights, struck by four swords and fell from his chariot.

He saw the tragedy of Karakol, a warrior who was seriously injured by Al, holding gunpowder and dying together with a high-ranking knight.

He saw the Grand Earl and Major Danforth, who had just entered the battlefield, back to back, holding weapons in hand and struggling to resist the sea of ​​​​the dead in despair.

There were also the shadows of the heroic soldiers who followed him to resist the undead invasion and fought to the death in despair. All of this, this cruel war, once again showed the most bloody scene before his eyes.

With the taste of blood surging in his mouth, Keeshan once again stood in a battlefield full of blood and dust. He looked at the high-ranking knight in front of him. He stretched out his hand to tie the red cloth strip on his forehead tightly, and then bent

He lowered his waist, took the sword and shield from the dead soldier, and slapped the sword on the shield, provoking the death knight in front of him in this way.

"Come! Villain, come! Kill me and take my life for your master!"

The hatred that shattered his teeth made him look like the last wolf king of a pack of wolves that had been wiped out.

The silent Al still didn't answer. He flipped his wrists, and the two ice-thorn swords turned in two icy arcs in the air, and finally pointed at Keishaan in front of him.

"Veteran, you will not die..."

Al spoke for the first time in the battle, accompanied by his tall figure charging towards Keshan:
Chapter completed!