Anyone can talk pretty, but if pretty words and roars could become fighting strength, then the oppression of the weak by the strong should have disappeared from the world.
In Lann's eyes, Brison's combat level is not even better than the remaining Divine Guard beside him.
Because just after Lann used an Alder's Rune to take down two men, this remaining Divine Guard immediately charged forward.
It was clear that the stance intended not to give Lann the chance to use that piercing attack again.
Strong attacks should have some kind of limitation.
This is quite a normal thought.
If Brison had the qualities of a Warrior, he should have rushed forward with the Divine Guard.
Unfortunately, he spent his time proclaiming his life motto.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of steel clash, a circle of sparks exploded from the Divine Guard's blade.
The eyes beneath the helmet couldn't hide the fear.
