"Bring it down!"
The middle-aged man who was interrupted by the crows frowned and waved his hand at the soldiers beside him.
Bang, bang, bang!
Seven or eight soldiers raised their flintlock pistols at the same time and fired at the crows.
But unexpectedly, the crow was unusually agile under the night sky. Not only did it easily dodge the incoming projectiles, it even closed the distance between the two sides. Like a bomber diving down, it flew over the heads of the soldiers, especially the middle-aged man, who was heavily targeted by the crow.
"Ah!"
"My eyes!"
"Eyes!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out as the middle-aged man covered his eyes and rolled on the ground.
The sudden scene stunned the surrounding soldiers.
Some of the soldiers subconsciously went to help the middle-aged man.
Some of the soldiers raised the guns in their hands again and aimed at the Fire Ravens in the sky.
No one noticed the figure at the end of the street.
Including Pierre, Harold, and Cohen.
Amidst the night breeze, the figure walking over was steady and powerful. The cloak on his body fluttered gently in the wind. Two huge, exaggeratedly shaped swords were slowly unsheathed from their sheaths.
The next moment —
Wu!
Wu wu wu!
A whistling sound that made one's scalp go numb suddenly rang out.
The night wind became explosive.
His cloak fluttered in the wind.
However, there were even more screams of agony.
Kieran was like a tiger diving into a flock of sheep as he dashed into the defenseless soldiers. [Arrogant Word] and [Elmerius Sword] were swung left and right, sweeping everything in their way.
Every swing of the sword would cut several soldiers in half at the waist.
Every slash caused the soldiers' expressions to change drastically.
Regardless of whether it was using the spear to defend or dodge,
In front of the two giant swords, it was useless.
In a breath's time, Kieran had wiped out the soldiers around him.
Blood flowed everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.
Some of the soldiers who were still breathing let out faint moans.
The scene before them and the moans in their ears caused all the soldiers to look at Kieran, who was standing among the corpses and emanating a cold aura. Their gazes were filled with terror, as if they had seen hell on earth.
However, these soldiers were indeed elites. They did not collapse because of this fear.
On the contrary, some captains among the soldiers reacted quickly.
"Fire! Fire! "
The captains shouted.
Bang, bang, bang!
Gunshots rang out continuously. Amidst the flashes of flames, the smoke formed by gunpowder shrouded the surroundings.
The soldiers widened their eyes nervously. They wanted to see the result as soon as possible.
It was the same for Harold and Pierre, who were supporting Cohen.
However, their nervousness stemmed from their worry for Kieran.
Kieran's appearance was too sudden.
Even Harold, who was familiar with Kieran, could only recognize Kieran moments before the soldiers opened fire. He did not even have the chance to warn Kieran before the soldiers opened fire.
"Please don't let anything happen!"
Harold whispered a prayer.
Although he knew that Kieran was invulnerable to flintlock guns, that was just one flintlock gun, unlike now, where there were at least dozens of flintlocks.
It was as if he had heard Harold's prayers.
The smoke from the gunpowder billowed.
Like a ferocious beast born from the smoke, Kieran rushed out from within. His two greatswords once again brought about a whistling sound that made people's hearts tremble as he began to harvest the enemy.
"He's fine?
He's fine! "
Harold and Pierre's faces were filled with joy.
The soldiers around them, on the other hand, were horrified.
Some of the soldiers who were unwilling to give up took out the flintlock guns from their waists and pulled the trigger again.
Bang Bang Bang!
Another round of gunshots sounded.
This time, there were not many who fired at Kieran.
Most of the soldiers could clearly see the bullets hitting Kieran's body. Sparks flew everywhere, the bullets deformed and ricocheted off.
However, the soldiers would rather not see it.
That was because the situation they were witnessing was telling them that their greatest reliance was completely useless.
It was like the straw that broke the camel's back.
The undefeatable fear drowned the elite soldiers like a rising tide.
The middle-aged commander was still rolling around with his hands over his eyes, unable to give any effective orders. Soon, some of the soldiers started to run away.
Some of them were at a loss and ran away as well.
There were some who were different though.
They wanted to fight to the death.
Of course, they did not run towards Kieran. Instead, they ran towards Harold, Pierre and Cohen.
There were only two to three of them.
However, they were not as panicked as the other soldiers. Although their faces were filled with fear, they were calm.
It was this calmness that made them realize the importance of Harold, Pierre and Cohen.
As long as they could capture one of them …
Maybe they could turn the situation around!
Such thoughts appeared in the soldiers' minds.
However, that was all they could do.
They had forgotten about the Fire Raven that was flying under the night sky.
Fuuuu!
Fuuuuu!
Three fireballs fell down at the same time, accurately hitting the soldiers who were charging towards Harold and the others. Instantly, the soldiers were engulfed in flames.
The flames quickly burned their hair and clothes, turning them into human torches.
The three of them rolled on the ground, rolling back and forth, hoping to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
However, the Fire Raven that swooped down again did not give them the chance to do so. Its sharp claws with a cold metallic glare swiftly swept over the soldiers' vitals.
After twitching for a while, the three seemingly smart fellows lost all signs of life.
The soldiers who saw the scene ran even faster.
They knew other than running, they had no other choice.
Kieran did not give chase.
He wasn't a bloodthirsty person.
Especially when there were no rewards to be had!
These soldiers might be elites to commoners but to Kieran, they were nothing. Even if he killed more of them, there wouldn't be any items that were worth his attention.
Grabbing [Arrogant Word] and [Elmerius Sword], Kieran walked over to Harold and the others.
"Hon. 2567!"
The young man shouted excitedly and joyfully.
He thought he was dead but there was a chance of survival. How could he not be happy?
When he saw Kieran fighting the soldiers, it made the hot-blooded young man excited from the bottom of his heart. He wished that he could be like Kieran, charging into the fray and breaking through the enemy lines.
Pierre was also glad that he had escaped from death.
However, he was more shocked.
"One person defeating a hundred people … As expected of the legendary possessor of the bloodline."
Pierre exclaimed in his heart.
However, his mouth was not slow.
"Hon. 2567, we need to leave now!
Please follow me! "
Pierre said.
Kieran didn't argue and followed Pierre.
He needed an explanation for the doubts in his heart.
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