Chapter 149 - We“re Not the Same (1/2)

Although there were more soldiers under John Senior, they were attacked from the front and back, and their morale was greatly reduced.

And three of the Golden Son professionals took the lead, reaping the lives of their enemies.

In cold weapons warfare, without the spellcaster involved, a warrior or battle priest was a fierce general equivalent to a hundred people.

They took the lead and for every enemy they killed, their own party’s morale rose while their enemy’s fell. This was the most important role of generals in battle.

Just about five minutes after Hawk joined the battle, the enemy was utterly crushed as their morale collapsed.

John Junior, who was seeing a real battlefield for the first time, was completely at a loss and didn’t have the same att.i.tude full of mettle as he had before.

His ears were filled with the screams of war, the m.u.f.fled sounds of longswords cutting off limbs, or the clang of blunt weapons striking s.h.i.+elds and knocking on armor.

He watched as the soldiers around him fell one by one. He was pale from fright and too scared to move, but no one came to trouble him.

He watched as his father led a small army to apparently try to force a breakthrough, but Hawk held him back.

Hawk was very strong, stronger than Link.

Link’s Cleave plus Whirlwind Slash could only spin five times.

But Hawk could spin ten times in a row, and his greatsword was even bigger and longer, moving as he spun, flying through sand, blood, and flesh.

What was even more outrageous was that although he only wore soft leather armor, the soldiers’ stabs couldn’t even pierce his muscles.

After spinning he just swung and slashed normally. The greatsword had a wide range, so two or three soldiers would die in one strike, and after cutting down ten people, he would start to spin again.

John Junior just watched as Hawk spun like a whirlwind… There were no more soldiers nearby who could stay standing.

Finally, he saw his father go up against Hawk and watched as his father along with his horse was cut in half by a charging swing from Hawk.

John Junior shuddered as he watched his father fall in a pool of blood in the distance; then he finally came to his senses and rushed over with all his strength.

In the process, there was still no enemy to stop him.

He ran to the top half of his father’s body and fell to his knees dazedly.

Benefiting from being a level-two professional, Lancer John Senior had a more resilient vitality, and even though the lower half of his body was no longer attached, he didn’t die right away.

Lying in a pool of blood, he saw John Junior run over and shakily raised his right hand.

John Junior grabbed it and wept as he watched his father’s face slowly turn gray as his innards flowed out of his abdomen.

“Surrender… patience…” John Senior’s eyes were slowly closing. “Bloodline… legacy.”

After saying these last words, John Senior closed his eyes completely.

John Junior was holding his father’s hand, and although he didn’t cry, his body was trembling terribly.

The mayor was dead, and the battle naturally came to an end.

Jett came to John Junior’s side and shook his head slightly as he looked at the heartbroken John Junior.

In the livestream chat, the players were also discussing.

“John Junior is a bit pitiful, his own father died right in front of his eyes.”

“He’s not pitiful. Maybe he’s laughing in his heart, because now that his father is dead, he’ll be the mayor.”

“Upstairs, you’re too inhumane.”

“You talk about humanity with these feudalistic lords? If they had any humanity, there would not be so many beggars in the city, nor would they have thought of going to the docks with violence and driving Hawk and the others away.”