"Woooo~"

The long sound of the military horn blew from the mouth of the guard atop the city’s bridge gatehouse.

Although the sound was loud, it seemed unable to carry very far.

If the Knight Order inside Losric City needed to be notified, perhaps the horn itself was imbued with magic.

And sure enough, just as Lann anticipated.

The rioters mingling in the crowd, along with the Losric Knights trying to suppress the disorder, at this moment paid no attention to the other pilgrims on the bridge.

Or rather, using these pilgrims as a cover for their actions was part of the rioters’ plan all along.

"Zzzzz!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Golden tiny Lightning Spears continued to flicker and shoot out from the dense crowd, aiming at the flying dragon overhead and the guards on the gatehouse.

Those guards seemed to be mere low-level soldiers of Losric City.

They did not have the solid and dignified armor and equipment of the knights.

Most wore only chainmail underlays and leather armor, visibly ordinary in combat capability.

The Miracle attacks of these assailants hit them, and even when shields were raised for defense, the Lightning Spears could still pierce through the shields directly, killing the soldiers behind.

These assailants’ initial targets were the Dragon Cavalry; these ordinary soldiers were no match for them.

Fortunately, the guards on the gatehouse still completed their task.

The clang of metal resounded several times.

Many gatehouses on the bridge promptly and neatly lowered iron gates, dividing the entire bridge into several disconnected sections.

The rioter groups were separated.

With Lann retreating to the back of this section, the massive "Bridge Guard" was also attacked and began to fight the assailants.

It let out earsplitting roars.

The hammerhead, as large as a small house, mercilessly swept across the ground.

Whether ordinary pilgrims or concealed assailants, there was no time or means to distinguish them now.

Thus, after the massive hammer swept through, only a large area of grisly blood and flesh remained on the ground.

A mud truck crashing into the crowd wouldn’t be more tragic than this scene.

Besides facing death resolutely on their pilgrimage, the pilgrims seemed to harbor a basic survival instinct.

They stumbled with difficulty, using their canes to support themselves, scattering to get as far away from the dangerous battlefield as possible.

As they staggered, they shouted in hoarse voices, "Demon...that stray demon has gone mad!"

The pilgrims had hovered on the brink of death for too long; most of their minds had turned to mush.

So in this situation, they only panicked and shouted without knowing the full picture.

This let Lann know that the "Bridge Guard" was indeed a Demon.

Only the definition of Demon in this world remained unknown.

But upon seeing that the attacks on the stray demon caused not blood but hot, bright red magma to flow,

Lann knew these "Demons" weren’t what he imagined.

However, Lann didn’t have the time to learn about Demons now.

Perhaps due to the obstructive behavior he displayed at the beginning and his aid to the Dragon Cavalry avoiding losing flight under the first Lightning Spear,

the assailants included Lann in their attack range by default.

"Zzzzzlah~"

Golden Lightning Spears, leaving streaks trailing in mid-air, shot towards Lann.

The lightning produced by Miracles was noticeably different from the azure lightning of the Qilin.

The Qilin’s lightning followed natural laws, generating attack power due to the strong voltage.

Therefore, during attacks, the sound of the lightning was abrupt and thunderous, like flashes of lightning in the sky.

On the other hand, these supernatural golden sparks emitted more of a chaotic electric "ssss" sound.

Seven or eight Lightning Spears shot from all directions at Lann!

The Demon Hunter didn’t want to test whether Lightning Counter could handle these supernatural sparks in such a slaughterhouse, so he chose to evade.

Spiral winds coiled around his legs.

Lann’s tall, robust body vanished like wisps of smoke, reappearing with a lateral movement two positions away.

The Lightning Spears then precisely wove into his previous stand, causing no harm to his current position.

The assailants were highly skilled, their Miracles were accurate, but precisely because of this, they were easier to dodge.

Dodging the concentrated fire of the Lightning Spears, Lann, following his path plan, arrived beside the nearest assailant.

The assailants evidently hadn’t seen such a move as the Acceleration Technique before.

So when Lann suddenly flashed to his side, the assailant was momentarily stunned.

However, his good combat instinct still drove him to begin attacking the enemy with melee weapons instinctively.

Because the assailants were hidden among the pilgrims, they couldn’t use long weapons that couldn’t be concealed by the black robes.

Thus, hand-and-a-half swords, sword-and-shield combinations, single-handed hammers, and axes were the common weapons.

This person held a hand-and-a-half sword in his hand.

He charged at the Demon Hunter with his chest pressing against the pommel of the sword, intending to use his weight to drive the sword straight into the enemy.

But such a move, in front of Lann... was too simple.

On the retina, Mentos instantly outlined a mechanical analysis diagram of both the enemy and allies.

Lann, already accustomed to this view, calmly made his judgment at the moment the blades crossed.

His body ’floated’ half a step to the side with an agility incongruent with his build, while raising the boot clad in an external plate.

With a "bang", the sword blade thrust at him was stepped on and pinned to the ground.

Faced with this unprecedented response, even though the assailant’s face was obscured by a black robe similar to the pilgrims’,

the fear and disbelief of this assailant were so intense they were evident in his body posture.

After sidestepping the thrust, Lann’s hand directly gripped the skull of this assailant.

Meanwhile, through this contact, Mentos also gathered corresponding information.

These men indeed came prepared, wearing fine armor beneath their robes.

Lann decisively forced the man’s head to the side with his hands, exposing the base of the neck.

Then Aron Dite directly stabbed into the neck base!

"Puchi!"

The long blade plunged diagonally down into the junction of the neck base and clavicle, slicing through skin, flesh, and bone, and finally the tip of the blade emerged on the other side beneath the ribs.

Lann’s combat rhythm was too fast.

To the extent that the warriors of this world simply couldn’t comprehend it.

Previously, Lann had communicated with Leonard once or twice.

The warriors of this world generally followed the traditional Western style of swordsmanship.

Which emphasizes strategic deception, tactical maneuvering, and timing in combat, so the usual pattern is a back-and-forth exchange.

Only when there’s a significant difference in basic skills does a quick resolution occur.

However, Lann, without displaying this vast difference in basic skills, forcibly accomplished a series of high-intensity responses through sheer technique, and instant kill...

To the local warriors, this was completely incomprehensible.

The local warriors would specialize in one or two impressive moves, mastering them to the point where their soul would imprint these moves on their weapons.

This is one of the reasons why the soul is easily accessed, studied, and influenced in this world.

Once powerful moves are imprinted on a weapon, warriors can unleash these moves in their perfect form, ignoring their physical state, as long as they wield their weapon.

This is why when Lann was at the Profound Church, the Church Knight wielded a greatsword and executed a fiercely swift spinning slash, leaving a supernatural afterimage with the move.

Because it wasn’t just a mere action, it was imbued with the soul’s strength.

This is the supernatural power of warriors in this world: imprinting soul moves onto weapons so they can be perfectly executed when the weapon is wielded.

A move that reaches the standard of a soul imprint is called a [Battle Skill] here.

However, a weapon can only harbor one [Battle Skill].

So in this world, warriors regard supernatural [Battle Skills] as decisive or pivotal factors in battle.

During the long probing and skirmishing stages of sword combat, most of the time is still spent in mundane hacking and parrying.

The true determinant of battle rhythm remains the strategic and tactical play, deception, and the grasp of fleeting opportunities.

While Lann pierced through an enemy’s thoracic cavity, almost without looking, he tossed the limp corpse behind him.

"Zzzla~"

Amidst chaotic electrical sounds, the oncoming [Thunder Spears] all smashed into that corpse, instantly blowing it into chunks of gore.

The fact that these assailants could quickly recover from the shock of the unfamiliar was a testament to their competence.

However, in terms of mere reaction speed alone, Lann, who had a [Holy Chant Gland] implanted in his brain, surpassed them by a wide margin.

"[Alder], bang, bang, bang!"

The projector in his hand activated thrice in a very short time, even before the blood and flesh shattered in midair hit the ground.

The high-velocity rounds tore through three spots in the blood veil and directly slammed into the miracle-chanting assailants.

These rounds combined the firing power of the projector and the pushing force of the Magic Seal.

Even landing on those hardy dragon species in the monstrous realm would make them stagger.

On humans, the effect was even more ’outstanding’.

The assailants behind the blood veil were instantly blown backward.

The special rounds rolled within their bodies, generating tremendous thrust.

The three men crashed into the bridge railing, limp as ragdolls.

The blood drawn from their bodies splattered against the railing, leaving ghastly marks.