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Chapter 361 0360: Hysteria

When Quema returned from the city wall, she was running almost desperately.

Zhan Jing's hesitation is right, the gathering of the raiders is an illusion, and these guys must be planning some kind of conspiracy.

He was walking through a wet street.

The whole city was completely awakened by the roar of beast hooves and footsteps.

Ken appeared in front of them fully dressed, riding a fey wolf on his lap, and returned his mount to his followers as he passed Quema.

He took two steps on the wet street, and landed on a tall and strong winter horse.

"It seems that I guessed right, go out of the city, and vent your accumulated anger." Ken raised his battle ax high in the strong wind. "Let these beasts pay the price!"

He roared, and the mercenaries' mounts flexed their muscles in the roar.

Ken threw [Dawn and Twilight] towards the center of the street.

The cold meteor streaked across the moonlight and the bright colors of the tide...

The air condensed into a vortex, and then the powerful magic exploded, and the ice quickly condensed and made a series of sounds.

Dark blue spikes climbed along two iron cables.

"what--"

With all his strength, Lowndes jumped up from the crowd, a giant that suddenly appeared in the marching army.

His suffocatingly strong muscles were fully extended in the air.

[Legend: Loren's Avalanche]

[Skill: Landslide]

The heavy giant ax broke the ice, and the solid streets and alleys spread like a tide, sweeping the city gate like a wave created out of thin air.

Boom, boom.

The soft earth can no longer hold chains.

Two metal pieces as heavy as the anchors of a giant ship flew high into the sky, blinding the entire city's eyes, the gate lost its support and began to sink into the ground.

The metal was pulled high into the air and stood still for a moment before falling.

The dusty moonlight sprinkled on the galloping army from the gap in the city gate. Ken rode his war horse with black eyes, raised his battle ax and retracted it.

Around the shoulders of the team, there were ice and sand, and the cold moonlight.

"Are you really going to fight directly?" Langz asked.

"Then there's no need to ask?" Ken replied without hesitation, "Anand Island has been on fire for a long time, and now every moment we hesitate, several people die."

The surge in the giant's heart was activated, and the heavy armored giant ax ran like a chariot.

Ken instantly accelerated and overtook him, and before the city gate was completely opened, he drove his mount over the sculpture of the Dwarf Emperor, and ran outward on the muddy and complicated road.

Alarms sounded outside the raiders' camp.

Ken's dark figure was like a sharp knife piercing through the night, and behind him was the elongated silver-gray cavalry, the Dragonthorn Knights in Norrin's Northern Expedition Army.

"The mercenaries are attacking!!" The signal and shout of the marauder sentries arrived at the same time.

But their warning was a bit late.

Ken led the team to the perimeter of the camp with the fastest attack speed.

Soldiers poured out of the gates of the Ambera Ice Harbor, all with different equipment and appearances.

Rows of soul crows and strange birds jumped up from the rotting corpses.

The moonlight casts a clear radiance on the shouts of killing resounding through the wasteland, and there are black-red spots of light surging out of the darkness, like wobbly eyes in an endless swamp.

The war spread in all directions.

Ken's war horse was smashed to death by a strong orc, and countless powerful monsters sprang out from the surrounding sheds.

Screaming, cursing, crying.

Blood warmed the numb fist.

The weapons are either sharp or heavy, breaking apart the bodies of those with different skin colors and completely different racial beliefs, and it has become a history of being dumped into the sand.

Ken had never heard such dense shouts of killing.

[Status: Battlefield Hysteria 17%]

What's happening here?
Ken walked through a labyrinth of steel and flesh.

He has experienced a long migration, and he has also held on to the end of Santon Kaya, but the real and huge battlefield is too cruel for this young man.

It is usually fear and confusion that overwhelm the mind.

Ken was different, full of impatience and burden.

He was able to smash the marauders around him, those hard helmets with horns, and the snow-covered fur were completely unable to stop the sharp ax of the Santon Kaya battle banner.

The beast's fangs opened, and Lowndes charged and knocked him down.

The snake head condensed in the blood mist, and the dagger stretched out to the chest in the dark, were all blocked by Kuima's arrows.

Ken's powerful five senses allow him to see every danger approaching him.

"Whoo~"

The roaring noises around suddenly became indistinct.

[Status: Battlefield Hysteria 34%]

The sound of breathing and heartbeat became more and more clear, and the consciousness sank into a sense of heaviness in a deep quagmire, and even all resistance became sluggish.

【The battlefield is a nightmare that never wakes up. You finally realize your own insignificance in the huge flesh and blood wheel. 】

Ken dropped his arm suddenly.

"Whoo~"

There was a terrible pain in his chest, and his breathing was getting slower and slower.

Thornton Kaya members and scarface mercenaries all rushed over to cover.

Ken leaned on the ground with his twilight, and knelt down on one knee. His eyes were full of bright red before he realized that he was seriously injured, but there was no clear pain.

He suddenly felt his body start to become cold.

[You realize that you are also a mortal, you are not unaware of fear, but you habitually suppress them in your heart. 】

Ken gritted his teeth, even though the ground under his feet was trembling, the blood and sand that fell on his body pressed against his skin along the gaps in the armor.

But he still couldn't hear the real battlefield sounds.

"Whoo~"

There was still a heavy and slow breath in his ears. The originally blurry moonlight became dazzling in such a short period of time. Surrounded by undulating crowds, everyone felt the threat of pain and death at any time.

【Number of teams: 3217】

[Scale: Campaign]

This is completely different from when the Painted Ice Apostle attacked Thornton Kaya.

He couldn't see the winter house buildings through the gaps, couldn't find familiar faces in the dense army formation, and the empty land was full of darkness and enemies.

Dozens of corpses can be lifted up by a violent magic explosion.

The dense attack makes people unable to distract and look up, but the flaming meteors that cut through the air can light up the sky. When the arrowheads are dense, even hiding in the giant shield cannot retreat completely.

[The battlefield is a trap that can hang people, bleeding and wounding all the time. 】

Ken is run over by a beast trooper.

He felt that his sight was constantly switching, and his limbs still couldn't really feel the strength, and even the pain became blurred in the coldness that constantly permeated his whole body.

"Whoo~"

Ken felt so tired, no matter how much he tried to wake up, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of falling into a dream that was entangled in his heart.

He lay in a pool of blood and corpses.

The flying behemoth with fangs and sharp claws has its wings shot off in the air, and the monsters and humans have different blood flowing...

In Ken's unfocused sight, it seemed that someone was slowly approaching him.

(End of this chapter)