The primary criterion for selecting guards had always been loyalty, not strength. Thus, even in the face of impending doom, the guards stood their ground without flinching.
"Kill them all!"
With a thought, a black magic circle surged forth from Phield.
"Divine Artifact — The Ring of Sin!"
The Corrupted Greatsword Warriors' speed surged instantly. Like a pack of wolves, they charged forward without the slightest regard for whether gleaming spears or razor-sharp blades were aimed at them.
Roaring savagely, the warriors hurled themselves into the shield wall one after another. Raising their swords high, they struck down with raw, overwhelming force—no finesse, no technique, just brutal power.
Blood sprayed like curtains, splashing outward and lingering in the air.
In less than five minutes—
The hall descended into utter chaos, resembling a slaughterhouse. The stench of blood was nauseating.
