Winner Takes All

"Kill them! ..."

The five hundred men were intent on killing the enemies and the enormous war cry was deafening.

All the mercenaries were frightened, but they had long been accustomed to blood and slaughter as they had attacked Northern Territory for years.

At this moment, everyone hid their fear towards Jack Hughes in their minds.

They roared just like Timur.

The number of mercenaries had overwhelmed three of them.

In the close combat, their weapons were like the tides, drowning the three men on the opposite side.

The so-called fear seemed to be blurry as the number of people brought them huge undercurrent of strength.

"Puff ..."

Facing the five hundred mercenaries who were rushing closer, Achilles White raised his Dragon Cavalry Sword and strained at the reins of his war horse brazenly. Immediately he stood up with a majestic look. He roared, "I'll lead the charge!"

Thud!

The horse's front hooves fell like a drum.

In the next second, the war horse which carried Achilles ran quickly towards the five hundred mercenaries.

However, in the meantime the war horse was charging forward, his pupils shrunk suddenly.

He saw a figure that swept past him as fast as lightning out of the corner of his eyes.

Jack?!

In an instant, Achilles seemed to be struck by lightning.

At this moment, Jack's eyes were already bloodshot and he showed an evil spirit as he dragged his Dragon Cavalry Sword and charged towards them at breakneck speed.

Apart from his intention to kill people, there was even more bloodthirsty excitement shown on his face.

A hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"The hunting moment... has begun!"

Thump!

The Dragon Cavalry Sword in his hand was swung brazenly as if sweeping out a great mountain.

One of the mercenaries in front of him didn't even have time to swing his sword before he was struck by the Dragon Cavalry Sword. Followed by a miserable scream, he flew off with his body mutilated. He didn't stop and forced his way into the enemies alone, wielding his sword like a demon crawling out of the hell.

He wielded his sword in his hand like Killer God, forcing the five hundred mercenaries to be out of reach.

Every now and then there would be a mercenary flew off with his mangled body and with his screams of misery.

All this happened in a matter of seconds.

Achilles who regained his senses immediately held his Dragon Cavalry Sword and straddled his war horse as he charged into the enemies along with Jack and swept through all directions.

"Kill them!"

Debut Moore who held his Dragon Cavalry Sword in his right hand and light sword in his left hand also charged forward with a loud roar.

At this moment, his expression looked determined. The blood at the corner of his mouth and chest made him to be more hideous.

There was no way back!

There was no retreat and no escape!

The only way back was to kill the five hundred mercenaries in front of them.

Either enemies or I died! I would make them die first before I was going to die!

Soon the scene came to a head and became bloody because of their terrifying combat power as they rushed into the middle of the enemies.

Jack was completely standing in place, wielding his sword and killing them in all directions exuberantly.

His terrifying battle power coupled with the weight of Dragon Cavalry Sword itself, thus each time when he swung his sword, it was extremely powerful. Even if the mercenaries just brushed against it, they would either dead or disabled.

On the other hand, Achilles relied on the impact of the war horse, quickly went back and forth in the mercenaries as if a heated sharp knife.

Even if he was alone, he still brought his skill into full play.

The place where they had passed was straight away cleared out by them, as if they had defeated the enemies.

Either the war horse dashed or Achilles flourished his sword, they killed every soldier into a bloody mess with their overwhelming forces.

Compared to Jack and Achilles, Debut's situation was more perilous.

He used Dragon Cavalry Sword as a shield and light sword as a weapon. This was the best combat configuration he could think of in a short time.

He could only defend himself and couldn't mount an effective counter-attack due to his limited strength and the mercenaries who were swarming around him. Every now and then, a mercenary was chopped down and knifed as to pay the price.

In a minute's time, Debut had been knifed three times in succession and his blood flowed over his whole body.

However, his eyes were still looked extremely determined.

There was no retreat for soldiers!

If soldiers had a way back, it was to go ahead boldly!

Buzz!

A cold light flashed out from his side.

He was shocked and a horrible thought suddenly emerged.

He didn't swing his sword as it was too heavy and his speed of swinging the sword was too slow.

His expression was grave, then he turned around suddenly and the light sword in his left hand directly slashed out.

Clang!

The two swords slashed against each other and sparks flew everywhere.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

At the same time, three swords of the mercenaries slashed down outrageously on top of the Dragon Cavalry Sword in his hand.

Debut whose purlicue was already cracked and badly injured, showed a painful look as three huge forces pressed on the Dragon Cavalry Sword.

Since his hands was under severe pain, he loosed it.

His sword in his hand which was used as a shield straight away fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

He roared loudly and wielded the light sword in his hand brazenly, forcing back a few mercenaries who were dealing with him while he quickly stumbled back.

However, the mercenaries in front of him were intent on killing him and they had no intention of retreating when they faced him. They just flourished their weapons and pounced again.

"It's over!"

He was down in dumps, but his gaze quickly swept towards Jack who was surrounded by mercenaries and Achilles who was charging through the mercenaries on his war horse.

In fact, ninety-nine percent of the five hundred mercenaries were killed by two of them.

He only faced a few dozen people!

Because of this, he knew that he couldn't be rescued by anyone now!

Whether it was Jack who was like Killer God or Achilles who was charging on his war horse, neither of them could come to his rescue at time.

When the moment he withdrew his gaze, his expression was abruptly desperate.

In his line of sight, a few dozen mercenaries had clustered to his front even if he had quickly retreated when he loosed his sword just now.

At this moment, they surrounded him in a semicircle.

The wind was blowing in his ears.

He was round-eyed and saw clearly that a few dozen swords erected into the air, in the meantime cleaved down brazenly in a way that made him desperate.

Just died... like this?

He clutched the light sword in his left hand. He didn't give up the idea of fighting against the enemies as a soldier's honour, but the swords which were falling from the sky were like the Reaper's Scythe. He clearly knew... he couldn't resist it!This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Roar!"

Just when he stiffened in place, suddenly there was a voice sounded like a roaring beast exploded from the group of mercenaries who was shouting.

At the same time, his body trembled and he saw two bloody corpses in the air was smashing directly towards him, as if they were broken pockets...

"Jack?!"

Debut's eyes soon sparkled and the corners of his mouth which was full of blood curved up, showing a look of excitement and surprise...000☐☐☐☐