It almost seemed like time had stopped on the battlefield. That was probably what all the humans felt as they watched the unrealistic scene of dozen after dozen of strong knights getting torn into pieces. 

“He is…!” Hans glared. It wasn’t someone he knew—after all, the figures coming out of the castle entrance wore robes that covered their faces from view. But Hans recognized their clothing. 

‘They are the group of guys who go around corrupting people! We saw them at the ancient ruins!’

They were part of the organization that Zich specifically targeted, and thus, by association, they were also Hans’ enemy. But Hans wasn’t certain. People often wore robes to hide their identities, and their similar appearance could have simply been a coincidence. Yet, Hans thought that there was a high chance that the robed figures were the same group of people he saw before.

The curse he heard at the ancient ruins rang in his ears.

‘Is this the nightmare that will arrive in this city?’

A person wearing a robe stood in front of the castle’s entrance.

Kuaaaaaah!

Kuaaaaaah!

From his sides, monsters flooded in. They didn’t attack the robed figures, and the robed figures watched the monsters with their arms crossed like they were generals of an invading army. 

“Ah, damn it!”

“Block them!”

A couple more knights...