Chapter 243: Charge (2/2)

Who dared to reprimand Leonel? Even if Lancelot had the strength to do so, would he? Was it worth it?

At that moment, Lancelot boisterously laughed into the skies. The golden-silver lance that hung to his sides rose in his hands.

He pointed it forward, drawing an invisible line between himself and the army before them.

”You see that men, even a rookie is so eager. We won't lose out to him, will we?!”

His roar pierced through the veil above. The rumbling hooves of war horses and the sound of weapons clanging against armor shot through the battlefield.

The aura of Camelot's army rose. As though trying to match Leonel's energy, it melded with his momentum, suppressing the demons to an extreme.

”CHARGE!”

Lancelot's words fell and a see of knights shot forward. The front hooves of their steeds rose, trampling the ground beneath them with impunity.

To a side, the snake-eyed man watched on with a curious gaze. He looked toward Leonel's back as though it was right in front of him.

From his position, he could see every defined muscle of Leonel's back, every sharp, perfectly formed bronze Rune, and even saw the beads of sweat perspiring from him.

”Interesting…”

The two long swords to his side trembled as though feeling excited. They cried out as though they were wishing for blood too.

Without another moment of waiting, he too shot forward.

In the front of it all, Leonel had no idea how he had affected the army to his back. He controlled the earth beneath his feet like a god of war and wielded his spear like the call of a reaper.

His movements were like fluid water, his steps carrying an enigmatic air to them that made it seem as though all his enemies were walking into their deaths of their own volition.

Surprisingly, aside from their gazes being aimed toward him, the Demon Lords didn't make any other action toward Leonel. One would think that they would go all out to snuff out his momentum, but they didn't seem to care to do so.

They looked on with complete indifference. However, they suddenly frowned when Leonel's gaze met their own because… His gaze, too, was indifferent!

He didn't see them as Demon Lords. He saw them as enemies he needed to cut down to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling in his heart. They were his outlet to vent, nothing more, nothing less!

At that moment, the other high rankers of the demon army began to move. Demon Lords might have been the highest standard, but beneath them there were still Demon Soldiers, Demon Captains and Demon Generals.

Why should their Demon Lord be the first to step up just to deal with a small fry ant of a human? For someone like Leonel, a Demon Captain was more than enough!

Feeling very confident in himself, a wolf man standing on its two strong hind legs shot toward Leonel. A rotting tongue hung out of its mouth, grotesque saliva dripping downward as it dreamed about Leonel's tender flesh.

However, it had hardly begun to target Leonel when a spear appeared before it, piercing through its tongue, mouth and through the back of its head.

Like that, a Demon Captain fell no differently from a rabid dog.

Finally… The Demon Generals were stirred.