And this scene was accidentally witnessed by a group of Kaedweni soldiers who were the first to approach Karl.
The ferocity and greed on the faces of some veterans instantly froze, then transformed into incredible terror and fear.
"He... he's a freak... a monster!"
"How... how did he do that?!"
"Get back! Retreat!"
They were so frightened they felt their souls would fly away; they all wanted to retreat, but there were crowds behind them, pushed by fighting spirit and chaos.
However, they had no way to retreat, so they could only watch in despair as the golden figure, unhurriedly wielding a greatsword, walked quickly towards them.
Extreme fear gave rise to extreme madness, and some soldiers fell into despair.
Driven by survival instinct, they let out bestial howls, trying to attack with the advantage of polearms.
Several halberds and spears, with the sound of wind, struck the joints of Karl's armor from different directions.
POOF. A contemptuous snort came from under Karl's armor.
He didn't even change the rhythm of his movement, simply casually swinging the greatsword with one hand.
The movement seemed not fast, but with great precision, it swept away several cold gleams in front of him.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Like a hot knife through butter, these spear tips, halberd blades, and wooden shafts of thin iron,
the moment they touched the blade of the greatsword, were easily severed like dead branches, broken metal and splinters flying everywhere.
"Bastard! Go to hell!" At about the same time, a soldier with an ironbound oak shield roared and charged from the side.
He tried to hit Karl with his shield to create an opportunity for his companions.
Karl didn't even look at him, simply casually raising his right foot and lightly kicking forward, as if kicking aside a stone.
BOOM!! A muffled sound, like a battering ram hitting a city gate, spread everywhere.
The ironbound wooden shield, which could withstand the swing of ordinary swords, at the moment it touched the sole of Karl's foot,
was like porcelain hit by a massive force, shattering with a burst, wood fragments and iron pieces flying around like an explosion.
The soldier behind the shield let out only half a cry; the arms holding the shield were bent at strange, anti-joint angles, and white bone pierced through the skin and flesh.
His entire body was worse than being hit by heavy cavalry charging at full speed; he spat blood from his mouth, and his body uncontrollably flew backward.
THUD! Ahhh! The flying human projectile crashed into the dense crowd of soldiers behind.
Suddenly, a series of cries rang out, and at least a dozen soldiers were injured by this powerful impact.
The sharp sound of breaking bones rang out one after another like popping beans, and the crowd collapsed to the ground.
And this was only the beginning. Karl continued walking; his left hand reached out at will, and in an instant, he grabbed the helmet of a soldier trying to sneak up from behind.
The soldier had only time for a short cry before Karl's five fingers were slightly withdrawn.
BANG! Like a ripe watermelon being crushed, the soldier's head was instantly crushed together with his helmet.
Red and white matter mixed with helmet fragments and splattered on the ground, spraying onto the terrified faces of the surrounding comrades.
At the same time, the greatsword in Karl's right hand thrust forward with a simple and straightforward swing.
"Whoosh!" The sword wind howled, and the greatsword turned into a fan-shaped arc of light.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
Several Kaedweni soldiers crowded together were caught by the sword before they could dodge.
Their upper bodies were separated from their lower bodies, internal organs scattering everywhere.
And the soldier who happened to jump from the side, trying to chop at Karl's head, only saw a flash of cold light; the other party seemed to have raised his hand.
Immediately after, accompanied by a sharp pain, the things in his vision began to shift from left to right.
In just a few seconds, just a few seemingly random actions,
the first twenty or thirty elite Kaedweni soldiers were nearly all killed or wounded.
Stumps and severed limbs were scattered on the ground around Karl; hot blood gathered into a small stream, and the stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating, almost freezing the air.
The Kaedweni soldiers who had been shouting and charging seemed to have their throats squeezed; all cries suddenly ceased.
They stopped abruptly, frozen in place, staring at the slaughter of flesh and blood that had been created in an instant,
and the figure standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, wearing golden plate armor but unstained by blood.
One by one, they turned pale, trembling uncontrollably.
They all desperately wanted to retreat, even at the cost of pushing and trampling their comrades behind them.
Fear spread among them like a deadly plague.
Karl flicked the non-existent blood drops off his greatsword, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were trembling and didn't dare to step forward.
"What? Is she coming? Here... I'm just warming up."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, turning into a golden afterimage that swept across the ground.
Then he took the initiative to crash into the densely packed Kaedweni army.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! A series of shattering pain cracks and muffled sounds.
I couldn't see his specific movements, only that wherever he passed, Kaedweni soldiers sprayed blood and collapsed.
Their bodies were bent at various unnatural angles, flying backward like torn dolls, and some were even thrown directly into the air.
Karl's movements were faster than the limits of ordinary eyes.
Sometimes a straight punch would directly pierce the chest of a soldier in front, along with his leather armor and padded jacket, leaving a bloody crater.
Sometimes he would casually swing the greatsword, and in an instant, several soldiers would be shattered into broken limbs amidst miserable cries.
The path he took was densely paved with corpses, stumps, and blood.
In just half a minute, he had violently broken through the encirclement of hundreds of soldiers and approached Fercart, who was nearly desperate.
Fercart propped up his crumbling shield and looked at the no-man's land behind Karl, littered with corpses.
He looked at Karl's golden plate armor, which was still as smooth as if he had just stepped down from a festival.
His pupils sharply contracted, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and his throat bobbed up and down, swallowing saliva that was being secreted too much from fear.
This... is this truly the power a human can possess? It's just... a miniaturized humanoid dragon.
Karl walked past him, not looking at the stunned sorcerer, only a simple word clearly sounding in his ears: "Fercart, hurry and leave."
Fercart took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, was stunned for a second, and then hastily answered in a trembling voice: "Yes! Yes! Your Excellency Karl! Thank you! Thank you for your help!"
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