Devastation [3]

The gnoll, whose ankle tendon was torn, was unable to move as quickly and powerfully as before.

However, it used its enormous height and weight to crush the soldiers' defenseless backs, sweep them with its arms, crush them with its hands, and tear them apart with its claws.

Bordeaux and the knights belatedly rushed to the gnoll, but the ranks had already disintegrated.

As the gnoll wreaked havoc among the soldiers, Carl, overwhelmed by a mixture of anger, frustration, and guilt, struggled to comprehend the chaos unfolding before him.

All his efforts, all his commands seemed to have led to this moment of devastation. And in the midst of it all, Corbin's sacrifice weighed heavily on his heart.

"Shit! Shit!"

Carl crawled forward, even with trembling ankles.

The large gnoll ignored whether the knights stabbed their spears or not and focused on ruthlessly attacking the soldiers and breaking their ranks.