It couldn't believe it. It was clearly on the verge of victory, fully controlling the situation! The largest monster had been driven into the center of the mass grave, only capable of fighting like a trapped beast. The strongest human Knights were surrounded by countless Undead, and tearing them to pieces was only a matter of time.
Winning this battle would allow it to pull out a large, elite, and fearsome Undead Legion!
Its combat power might even be comparable to Old Jasper, and it might even have hope of backfiring against its master.
Yet all of this was almost dissipated into smoke with this one thing!
And as it lowered its head to look dazedly at the brilliant golden Longsword before it could react, the owner of the Longsword suddenly twisted the hilt, thoroughly crushing the Envoy's already grey and exhausted body, then the sharp blade sliced horizontally through its chest, snapping its spine and ribs all over the ground.
