"Kill him!"
Carl's voice was very calm, even indifferent, as if he were ordering Yana to do an insignificant trifle.
It was precisely this casual attitude that ignited a blaze of anger in Joseph's heart.
Who was he?
The Divine Blood Warrior, Joseph!
The legendary Knight of the City of Death!
A mighty one who should make ordinary people tremble in fear, yet now being ignored by a nobody.
No one but His Highness could underestimate him...
"You're courting death!"
Under the wolf-head mask, Joseph's expression twisted, his eyes glinting with cold light, his spear trembling, ready to strike.
He would make this 'Carl' realize his mistake. Huh? Suddenly, a fierce killing intent made Joseph halt his movement, his well-trained body instinctively assuming a defensive posture.
SWOOSH!
Hearing the command, Yana charged straight ahead with her Great Sword, the huge blade slicing through the air with sharp, cold gleams.
Seventeen Continuous Attacks!
