As the glow of dusk gilded the forgotten ruins of the Divine Kingdom with a tragic golden edge, the battle erupted in silence.
The first to move was the Legion Commander.
There was no shout, no warning; he took a single step, and his imposing heavy armor-clad body seemed to vanish from the spot.
In one moment he was dozens of meters away, and in the next, that door-like dark giant sword had already accompanied by a piercing screech, slashed towards Herbert's head.
Where the blade passed, air was forcibly displaced with explosive cracks, and the ground below was plowed open with a deep trench purely by the pressure of the sword!
This sword was so fast it surpassed visual capture and so heavy it seemed capable of cleaving mountains.
"Oh!"
Herbert's pupils contracted; the speed the Legion Commander displayed at this moment far exceeded that of all previous enemies.
At the critical moment, Herbert chose to retreat rather than directly taking it head-on.
