PFFT!

A figure fell to the ground.

Even with two Great Knights, both experts among their rank, they were no match for Tucker alone. In just a few moments, they both lay dead on the spot.

Others might not have seen clearly, only knowing that victory belonged to Thunder Spear. Carl, however, saw everything crystal clear!

Earl Barro and the lion-hearted Burn were simply no match for Thunder Spear Tucker, not even together.

The gap between them was so wide that once the battle started, the two didn't even have a chance to flee.

No wonder he was hailed as someone with the potential to become Legendary!

No one in Sigerno City could likely match him. After the loss of two Great Knights, the city's fall was almost inevitable.

"Pursue!"

Thunder Spear Tucker shook the blood off his Spear and looked westward, ordering, "Try to capture City Lord Terence alive. If that proves impossible... then kill him!"

In the darkness, the black-armored soldiers from Kolon bowed. "Yes!"

...

Run! Hurry and run!

A group of people ran frantically towards the west city gate.

With the north and south gates in chaos, and the east gate already taken by the Kolong people, only the west offered an escape.

Escaping Sigerno City quickly before its complete fall was the only way to save their lives.

The portly City Lord Terence sat astride his horse, galloping madly while constantly looking back.

The sounds of shouting and killing drew closer, increasing his anxiety and bringing cold sweat to his forehead.

His corpulent figure, heavier than three or four ordinary men combined, strained his meticulously chosen steed, which began to falter and sway after covering some distance.

It seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"City Lord!"

An Attendant rode up, reaching out to support him, saying, "My Lord, be careful! Slow down..."

SMACK!

Before the Attendant could finish, Terence slapped him across the face, his cheek visibly swelling.

"Slow down for what?" Terence roared. "Our pursuers are nearly upon us! Do you wish for me to be captured by the Kolong people? Useless fool!"

"I dare not." The Attendant's face went pale, and he bowed hastily, pleading, "Forgive me, my Lord."

"Useless creatures! I spend so much money on you, and you're of no help when it matters!" Terence cursed. He then looked back, his eyes filled with fear, and shouted, "Quick! Split some men to stop them!"

"Flamut!" he shouted towards a slave not far away, "You go! Whatever it takes, stop those pursuers! Don't let Tucker catch up!"

"Yes."

Flamut acknowledged the command, then led a detachment of guards, wheeling his horse around to charge at the pursuers.

"Kill!"

BOOM!

The two forces collided violently.

The fully armed black-armored soldiers were like relentless ironclad killing machines, charging forward as they swung their weapons.

They uttered no sound, neither dodging nor evading, simply letting the guards attack them, relying solely on their armor for defense.

The moment their opponents struck, they swung their own weapons.

A fight to the death!

PFFT!

PFFT! PFFT!

In the blink of an eye, figures fell one by one, bodies littering the cold ground.

There were black-armored soldiers, and there were the intercepting guards.

Such fierce slaughter caused the usually arrogant guards of the City Lord's residence to pale, their bodies trembling slightly.

But this did not affect the charge of the black-armored soldiers.

Almost at the instant of engagement, these guards, who possessed the strength of Knight Attendants or even Knights, were overwhelmed.

Knight Attendants and Knights were, after all, flesh and blood; they were no match for sharp weapons, even if wielded by ordinary people.

Long Spears were like a forest, swords swirled, swiftly reaping lives.

"No!"

Someone couldn't withstand the intangible pressure, threw their weapon to the ground, and turned to flee.

"They are not human!" one cried. "They are madmen! Run!"

The sense of collapse spread quickly, further accelerating the black-armored soldiers' slaughter.

"Do not retreat!" Flamut bellowed, brandishing his Longsword as he tried to intercept the demoralized guards of the City Lord's residence, shouting, "Face them! Stop them!"

However, it was useless.

On the battlefield, morale is of utmost importance. Once it collapses, even a Great Knight's presence is futile.

Seeing the black-armored soldiers break through his forces and chase after the City Lord, he grew extremely anxious.

"Tucker!" Flamut roared to the skies, "You lowlife traitor, a vile wretch! If you dare, come out and face me in a duel! Come out!"

BOOM!

His Battle Aura erupted. As his Longsword swung, the black-armored soldiers blocking his path were sent flying one after another.

"Thunder Spear Tucker, you're nothing but a cowardly rat, only capable of ordering this trash to do your bidding!"

The surrounding black-armored soldiers halted their advance, their cold eyes fixed on Flamut, filled with anger.

"He's insulting the General!" one of them seethed.

"Damn him!" another spat, his voice like grinding teeth, palpable killing intent radiating from him.

Long Spears and Longswords pointed at Flamut, as though their wielders wanted to grind him into mincemeat.

BANG!

The ground trembled massively.

A figure on horseback appeared in their midst.

"Disperse." Thunder Spear Tucker lightly waved his hand, saying, "Continue the chase."

"Yes!" the soldiers answered.

"If you want to reach the City Lord, you'll have to step over my dead body!" Flamut shouted, his figure flashing as he appeared before the troops, arms spread wide to block their path. "Come on!"

BOOM!

A massive surge of Battle Aura erupted from him like a tornado, completely sealing off the street.

The advancing black-armored soldiers stumbled, forced to halt.

A Forbidden Technique?

Thunder Spear Tucker's eyes flickered slightly. "Burning your own life force," he said, "just for a foolish oaf like Terence... is it worth it?"

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