The commander was petrified when he looked at the dead bodies of his knights. He still couldn't believe it even though he saw everything that happened.
"I had thousands of soldiers... thousands..." The commander muttered, his eyes shook uncontrollably, and his pupils shrank. "He killed them... almost all of them..."
The commander watched the knight who massacred his whole army on his own. He watched his soldiers fight for their lives, but they weren't strong enough to live.
The knight used both swordsmanship and magic simultaneously to eliminate whoever was in front of him. His armor that was shiny silver had turned dark red and even dark brown as the blood oxidized. There wasn't a single scratch on his armor, showing the difference in level he was compared to them.
