Ghost Spear Ben rushed toward the 40,000 strong monster corps in front of him. He thrust his spear and reaped the heads of the enemies that tried to block him with their own spears and weapons. Another slash and he was able to cut down four heads.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

Thud, thud, thud—

Thump, thump—

The enemy troops’ heads fell down and rolled on the ground. But Ghost Spear Ben did not pay them any mind and just urged his horse to charge forward, pushing the knights and monsters that blocked their path away.

“Uwaaaaaaaack!”

“Keuaaaaaack!”

“Uggghhhhh!”

The soldiers that were being pushed back screamed loudly until their formation was broken and disrupted, forcing them to lose their balance and fall down. Ben thrust his spear forward and stabbed several soldiers in one go, before pulling his spear out just as quickly.

Spurt—!

Red blood spurted out and covered the skies. Even though he was witnessing it with his own eyes, Renzie still could not believe it, ‘How in the world is that an old man…?!’

The old man’s spear was sharp and accurate. His gaze was even far sharper and fiercer than anybody else’s. His movements were also as light as a feather and as swift as a ghost. There was nothing that Renzie could say about the old man’s expression either. In fact, he was genuinely impressed by how the old man was taking on 40,000 troops all by his lonesome self.

Even though the soldiers of Lumae Kingdom were called soldiers, they were actually as strong as the knights from other kingdoms. Yet they were falling...