Volume 5 Chapter 22 (1/2)

Editor:Starbuck11

Together with a high roar, a clas.h.i.+ng metallic sound echoed.

Even in the battlefield where many intense clas.h.i.+ngs resonate, the blow that Roberto delivered against his opponent clearly could be heard by many soldiers.

His battle ax moved very fast with an overwhelming force.

Doyle's body was thrown into the air. Just like someone hit by a truck.

Even if his body was reinforced by magic arts, normally this kind of attack would be an instant kill. And even if he survived the sudden death, the bones in his entire body would have been crushed and he would've ended up unable to move.

Being unable to move on a battlefield was the same thing as being a dead man.

If Doyle was a high ranking knight or someone with high military fame, the story would be different, but if he was just an ordinary knight he didn't have to stubbornly endure.

Normally, Roberto would start looking for another prey while ignoring Doyle who was lying on the ground.

However, contrary to that, Roberto runs his horse towards Doyle, he raises his battle ax while laughing like a devil.

He was going to make sure Doyle was dead.

However, before he manages to do that, a knight wearing an all-black armor interrupted his move.

”Oi ! Someone ! Carry captain Doyle back and find someone to treat him ! Also, call for reinforcements. Don't let this man escape !”

A shout from behind the black knight resounded on the battlefield.

While the black knight who managed to stop Roberto's attack feels his body going numb.

”Oi oi, what is going on here ? There are two guys who managed to stop my attack consecutively ? Furthermore, this one did block it completely too…”

Roberto has a puzzled look with whathappened in front of his eyes.

He wants to think the scene just now was only a dream, but unfortunately, it is reality.

Which caused a big dent to Roberto's confidence in his power which he had cultivated for all these years.

(Did I by any chance unconsciously held back my power ? No, that can't be… But then, how did they manage to stop my blow twice ?)

In Roberto's mind, he remembered the very few knights and mercenaries that were able to block his attack completely.

In most cases, he would manage to win with the second blow.

That was the power he had cultivated these many years. He had confidence in his power that was beyond what normal humans could deploy.

At that moment Roberto Bertrand showed a slight opening.

Even though he usually never showed such carelessness.

Suddenly Roberto's body was being thrown forward.

(f.u.c.k ! I was careless !)

They had made use of Roberto slight opening and strucke his horse's front leg.

Roberto then instantly grasped the situation. Next he fixed his posture mid-air and landed on the ground perfectly.

Holding his battle ax, Roberto surveyed the surroundings.

(This is bad…really, really bad…)

Once again, he confirmed the situation around him, where he could only see enemy soldiers.

Men who were supposedly following his back, had already ended up being separated.

(They attacked me precisely at the gap of the armor… Even among our knights, only a few people could do it…)

Roberto swung his battle ax horizontally to deflect the protruding spears.