You this what are you saying?
What was that fool trying to say?
Logan clicked his tongue in disappointment, watching Aslan who had fallen into the moat filled with water with a splash.
It was a pity that he had missed a golden opportunity.
A top-tier knight who foolishly came up alone.
Logan thought he could end it with a single strike, seizing the opportunity, but the man managed to ward off his attack even in an unstable state hovering in mid-air.
As a result, he fell below the ramparts, but even if it hadnt been the water, a fall from this height shouldnt have been a problem for a top-tier knight.
As expected, water from the moat where the man had submerged erupted explosively, and soon enough, the drenched figure of the enemy was standing on the ground.
Tch!
And the problems didnt end there.
Aside from those who had moved to another part of the ramparts, there was the Phobos Order of Knights who had now huddled together, blocking the rain of bolts more efficiently than before.
And at that moment, when Logan saw the newly arrived cavalry and infantry spreading out across the ramparts and pulling out longbows,
he intuitively knew that the sweet time, during which he had been sucking honey, had come to an end.
Yet, the outcome of the initial skirmish had already exceeded expectations.
I just need to deal with them.
Aslan, the other top-tier knight Plantz, and the seven high-ranking knights scattered to the north and south.
These strong opponents, capable of not only defending but also counterattacking within the effective range of the repeating crossbows, were the problem.
Ill have to hold out the north and the south. But first, I deal with whats in front of me.
Logans red pupils glared down at the two top-tier knights preparing to leap up from the western rampart.
The outcome of this early battle, no, the defense of Tomodo depended on this very moment.
Logan drew on all his strength in that instant.
Wooong.
His hearts force core surged, expelling a sudden burst of energy, most of which then focused into his beloved sword, Lux.
His target was both of the top-tier knights.
Under normal circumstances, this would be an impossible feat. But with him atop the ramparts and the enemies leaping up from below in an unstable posture,
in this situation, it just might be possible.
Logan heightened his senses, calculating and predicting the movements of his foes, then swung his sword following the optimal path he envisioned.
Die!
With all his might, the strike of the Grand Earth Slash was unleashed.
A golden light erupted from the swung blade, transforming into a giant sword over 20 meters long, sweeping the enemies who were suspended mid-air in a single blow.
Gasp!
What?!
Catching a glimpse of the shocked expression in the enemies eyes, Logan felt a premonition of success.
Suddenly, there was a sharp noise.
A silver whip burst forth from Plantzs blade, it struck the ramparts, and using the recoil, he twisted in mid-air, narrowly dodging Logans attack and landing atop the ramparts.
Boom!
The strike, filled with Logans entire being, left behind only a golden afterimage in the air.
A mocking smile on Plantzs face seemed to taunt, as if asking if Logan thought such an attack would work on him twice, but Logan could not express his frustration just yet.
I shall kill you!
Before Plantz, another figure looking like a monkey and with movements just as quick, appeared before Logan, thrusting a red blade at him.
Clang! Clang!
Boom!
Kuk!
Aslan, who had now firmly planted both feet on the ramparts, unleashed ferocious blows.
Despite employing all his speed and even utilizing the Ghost Shadow and Wind Gods Boots to their fullest, Logans speed was barely keeping up.
The force behind the red sword, strangely short but brimming with intensity, was decidedly more powerful than Plantzs.
Try and squirm more!
Pressed on the defensive, Logan barely withstood the onslaught while scanning his surroundings.
Zerrroong!
Impossible!
His father, who had temporarily receded to the northern wall, returned, standing in Plantzs path.
A sound judgment; even though it might weaken the northern defenses, for the moment, it was the best course of action.
The soldiers who had been defending the wall had either become corpses by now or had long since fled.
The dazzling force blade and the lightning-fast movements kept anyone nearby from intervening with ease.
Moreover, while Logan couldnt assess the situation on the northern and southern ramparts, Plantzs silver force blade was already tearing down a piece of the western wall.
His intrusion alone had reduced the crossbows that were aiming at the enemy outside the fortress by a third.
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The enemy archers outside the wall started to fire arrows upwards, occasionally harrying Logans troops.
I must end this swiftly!
Logan had to deal with them as quickly as possible because although the aftershock of the previous failed strike had not yet dissipated, leaving his force not fully recovered, he had no time to consider such factors.
Woong.
Drawing out his force as if wringing it out, Logan threw himself toward the enemy, even as he was being pushed back.
He had no intention of parrying the red blade piercing toward his vision; he simply struck back at the enemy.
Then, a sinister smile appeared on Aslans face.
The length of the force blade shot out from the enemys sword aiming straight for Logans heart.
But.
Kuk?!
Shwuck.
Before it could hit, a golden stream of light shot from Logans sword, piercing Aslans shoulder.
Finish it with one breath!
Woong.
The force core resonated with a sharp pain.
With his last burst of energy, Logan pressed the attack like a storm.
Chachaachang!
Kwaang!
The golden blade relentlessly assaulted the red armor, but the sword could not easily achieve its goal.
Kuk!
Weirdly, no special wounds were inflicted, but the taste of blood was palpable in the mouth, and there was a sting near his heart.
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