Lance suddenly kicked out, trying to break through them to gain more space.

But even the force he unleashed did not shake the Heretics surging forward. That kick hit right into the heretic’s ab-covered belly, but before he could retreat, he was pushed back in by those behind.

One could say the broken sword was earned with the Heretics’ flesh and blood, and with the outpost right in front, they certainly weren’t willing to give up like that.

And other Heretics took the opportunity to surge up. Under their frenzied attack, the Knight’s Armor was as fragile as a soda can. A few more claws tore through the armor and ripped the Flesh. This was despite the broken sword deflecting the claws aimed at his head, or it would have been far worse.

In theory, having been pierced through the heart earlier, even if you explode with force, there should be a limit. Now faced with such severe wounds, you should be gravely injured and on the brink of death even if you don’t die, right?

But this person?

Injury seemed to have no effect on him; even being pierced in the heart only caused a brief pause.

The broken sword fell into his left hand, while his right hand seized a bizarre long blade out of nowhere and swung it.

Compared to before, his movements indeed showed obvious hesitation, but the exaggerated sharpness of the bone knife made up for this deficiency, slicing through helmets and heads like a hot knife through butter.

The long blade swept across, briefly clearing the Heretics in front. In this brief moment, Lance’s actions recovered as if nothing had happened, showing no impact from earlier injuries.

The Heretics didn’t know what kind of monster was beneath that armor. In such a situation, even they would need to lie down for a while to recover.

You recover between breaths without any visible reaction!

Damn, who’s the real heretic here?

No wonder the Heretics reacted this way, seeing Lance, they knew these flesh wounds meant nothing to him.

Flesh Reconstruction, kid!

The flowing Spiritual Essence keeps his flesh highly active, with wounds appearing in one second and healing in the next before blood can flow, leaving no scars, safe and efficient.

Battle did not cease; on the contrary, in the dim environment behind him, the Heretics couldn’t see what was happening at the front.

What responded to them was the Wolf Fang in Lance’s hand. Finally, there was no need to cautiously exert force, no need to worry about damage from steel collisions.

Indeed, only Legendary Extraordinary weapons can withstand Lance’s strength. All he had to do was swing with full force, and the Heretics’ Flesh couldn’t even cause the long blade to hesitate.

Sweeping across a thousand troops!

The strange thing was, Lance merely expanded the combat space with Wolf Fang, inserting the broken sword into an unlucky one’s neck.

In the next second, he switched to two axes, as the long blade was no longer suitable in this range, and the short axes were more convenient.

A hidden Heretic Priest among the crowd secretly cast powerful Sorcery, targeting the monster beneath that armor.

But the Sorcery that landed within had no intended effect to engulf him in fear, instead...

I suffered a severe loss just now. Do you think I should be afraid or — utterly insane!

"Battle!"

A roar shook the heavens, and the dark aura shrouding him dispersed like meeting the blazing sun. The Heretics in front of him were so frightened by the wrath emanating that they were frozen solid.

But Lance’s twin axes had already begun to swing, pent-up emotions erupting, as if driven mad, voluntarily plunging into brutal combat.

No defense, full offense!

The clash of metal echoed with hardly a moment’s pause, even Lance felt a sense of numbness, unable to distinguish whether he was cutting through Flesh, bone, or steel.

Hot blood splashed over him, unable to extinguish his indomitable fury.

The frenzy of war can only be quelled through slaughter.

Kill, kill, kill!

Fighting these Heretics had its perks because they never knew fear or retreat.

For so long, their ancestor only blessed their Flesh, imparting them with inhuman Life Force.

But it completely failed to strengthen their minds or genuinely organize them, leaving the Heretics like a physically strong but intellectually simple brute.

But that makes sense since the ancestor always looked down on humans, much like humans’ disdain for ant tactics.

After just a few moments of battle, the Knight’s Armor was riddled with damage, punctures, tears, with exaggerated cracks revealing the blood-soaked lining within.

Since Lance was now drenched in Flesh and blood, he couldn’t even tell which was his and which was the Heretics’.

How many were killed was unclear, but enough Heretic corpses could seal him off.

But if Lance used Sacrifice, how would the Heretics respond?

Lance beheaded one with an axe before the head could hit the ground, the Void swooped, erasing the body.

No bodies touch the ground, civilization looks more pretty.

The hero effect was indeed terrifying, even the usually cold Laura was caught in a frenzy, muttering strange words.

"Strong, strong, strong... Too powerful..."

Her slightly trembling body wasn’t from fear but from the exhilarating emotion that surged her heated blood.

Yet, her hand movements didn’t pause for a moment, the two large bags of arrows beside her rained down like a turret.

Even Margaret was somewhat lost in herself, overwhelmed by the scene.