Ethan’s sword struck Dilmond’s shield once more. The moment Dilmond’s shield bounced slightly to the side and a gap was exposed, Ethan used this chance to kick Dilmond in the stomach. Although Dilmond was wearing heavy armor, Ethan’s kick lifted his body up in the air. While Dilmond managed to stay on his feet, he coughed up blood as if his ribs were broken.

“Don’t push yourself too hard and take a break on the ground, you old raven,” Ethan derided.

“Your foot is sharper than your sword, little baby.”

“It looks like I could win just by using my foot instead of my sword from what I see.”

Ethan surveyed his surroundings with his sword hanging down from his hand. Although the Order of the White Crow was outnumbered by the Order of Huginn, they were still pushing against the Order of Huginn one-sidedly. While it was true that the Order of Huginn selected talented knights and trained them well, most of the original knights other than Dilmond that had been glorious in the past had been dead for a long time now.

The Order of Huginn was showing obvious signs of exhaustion, and the number of knights from the Order of Huginn lying on the ground increased as time passed.

On the other hand, the numbers on the Order of the White Crow’s side remained the same as they had been when they began the battle.

Ethan aimed for Dilmond’s throat and swung his sword again. However, his sword was blocked by a rusty and nicked giant sword. The knight of the dead bounced off Ethan’s sword with a giant sword drenched in blood, and ruthlessly shoved his...