Amber Sword

After the Fireball, groups of Little Demons began to emerge from the Teleportation Gate. These Monsters, no taller than Human children and fiery Red all over, huddled together could barely be called an army, but by sheer numbers alone, they sufficed to cover the sky and earth. Ben, holding Antitina, looked up to see a vast, horrifying ocean of dark red, like Red paint rolling up without touching the green color palette.

Countless Little Demons flapped their fleshy wings clumsily and flew up dozens of meters high. For a moment, the entire battlefield rose from the ground as if a sudden tidal wave had erupted, with the ground and sky left only with a locust-like swarm of Little Demons obscuring everything.

The noble daughter’s breath almost stopped in fear, her fingertips whitening as she clung tightly to Ben’s shoulder. In an instant, the Little Demons, like a giant wave, swept down, frightening her into closing her eyes and turning her head toward Ben’s chest.

"Prepare to fight!" Ben roared.

The Knights all raised their heads, ready to meet the first wave of impact. "Long live the Kingdom!" "Long live Erune!" Someone shouted first, and the few voices seemed weak amidst the overwhelming screams.

But everyone’s heart was filled with immense emotion.

This was a shared heroic dream for all. Reality had shackled the steps of men and women, but until that moment truly arrived, everyone could laugh out loud, cry freely, and shout with abandon—

With life and death itself having lost their color, any hesitation was merely the most sincere expression of emotion, and the Knights were ready to sacrifice their lives for their homeland, even if it was only for a second of brilliance, it could still become Eternal.

Life and death had long been disregarded. All that remained was to decide victory with blades and swords; everyone had this single thought in their mind. As the giant wave crashed down on them, everyone instinctively held their breath, but just then, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded behind them:

"I, demand the Strength of the Law!"

The old wizard Gallock’s beard and hair stood on end as he took a step forward, spreading his five fingers towards the Void and pushing, "Get back!" He roared, as a transparent aura spread out from him to all directions, but looking closely, it wasn’t some brilliance but waves of Water being pushed away.

The Water had just reached them, and the Little Demons flapping their wings in mid-air were suddenly swept back by an invisible giant hand, screaming as they were thrown back. Some even flew hundreds of meters, crashing into the metallic platform of the Teleportation Gate, their brains splattering.

Like a breath from a Giant Dragon, the entire sky was silenced.

"Attack!" Ben seized the opportunity, swinging his Sword forward and roaring as he launched a Charge. His raised Sword drew a curve of water light in the rain, and the Sword Pressure alone pushed the rain aside, the wind pressure sweeping into the dense formation of Little Demons.

The frontmost line of Little Demons was like being hit by an iron hammer, their forward momentum halted, and their heads and chests deforming visibly, grotesquely compressing backward, folding, and instantly exploding into a pinkish Meat Fog. With a loud ’bang,’ the first three rows of Little Demons facing Ben turned into a mist of blood, with more of their kind being blown away by the Sword Pressure.

In the next moment, the Sword Pressure exploded completely, countless invisible Sword Blades bursting out like a storm in all directions, with numerous limbs flying into the sky amidst a chorus of screams.

The power of this one Sword opened a perfect circle within a thirty-meter radius, turning at least twenty Little Demons into minced meat, with countless more being dismembered.

The Knights had no time to cheer, immediately surging forward to seize the cleared space, but at that same moment, the entire force was engulfed by the Little Demons like an ocean.

Dozens of Little Demons swarmed a Lantoniyan Knight, surrounding him completely. They scratched and bit, gripping or even gnawing at his Arm Armor or shoulder armor. The Knight fought back vigorously, spinning around to stab a Little Demon climbing onto his horse from behind through the throat, but more Little Demons simultaneously grabbed his arms, making his movements increasingly laborious. Ultimately, after killing three or four Little Demons, a Little Demon yanked open his faceplate and clawed his face apart.