Chapter 75.2. Lancelots Adventure (4) Part 2

Mac advanced on foot and swung his sword. The camel that he was riding lost its life from an enemy soldiers spear. Mac had never run in the sand before, and his ride was faster than him, so he felt disappointed that he lost his ride.

The leader of the paladins, Albatoss, had also lost his camel and felt sorry for Mac. Albatoss prayed that the camel, whose body was still warm, would go into God's arms and become another companion for his camel.

The bastards who sold their souls to the black magicians could not go to God's side, but since God also made hell, he thought he could at least land in between the two.

"What are you doing? There are only five enemies! Overwhelm them!"

Despite the commander's orders, the soldiers faltered. The momentum of the five soldiers who had broken through seemed to increase rather than decrease.

"Keuk! Do these bastards not get tired?"

The paladins were healed in an instant each time the spearmen injured them. It was like a healing power akin to the trolls, which were rare to encounter even in the monster paradise, Mount Alps. No, if anything, this healing ability was greater than a troll, not less.

"Cockroach bastards."

It was just 20 minutes since the battle started, but those five had already killed 60 soldiers. No, perhaps it was better to say that fewer enemies had died than expected. After all, they were paladins receiving the saintesss blessing.

The reason for this lower death count was simple. The corpses of those who had died after taking the power potion were controlled with black magic and used as shields against the enemy. If their goal was to stall for time with these ordinary soldiers, you could say that they were used effectively.

Comforting himself with these thoughts, the commander looked up at the sky. It was already evening