717. The Last Courage_1
"Prepare for battle."
Brown called out, his hands actually trembling, barely able to steady his sword. In fact, even his voice had begun to quiver, with his armor being his only reliance.
Brown had never faced real Demonic Beasts, not even common wild animals. No, to take ten thousand steps back, he'd never even truly fought a life or death struggle with another human. In most cases, Brown was the guy leading a group of people to bully others.
He knew this wasn't the Demonic Tide, and those Demonic Beasts might not necessarily pass through Sunset Town, but the fear that stemmed from instinct still made Brown clench his teeth, fearing that with a single exhale, his knees would buckle, slacking together with his backside, in an irretrievable descent.
At that moment, Brown saw those "Players" actually picking up weapons one by one and coming to the edge of the fields they had cultivated, attempting to encircle the town.