Since there was no king class, the national army was able to defeat the demons somewhat smoothly.
Of course, they're not unharmed.
There were many wounded and dead.
But the hardest battleground is the soldiers fighting the Cyclops.
One Cyclops would have been fine, but there were five of them.
They were aiming for the eyes with arrows, but Cyclops are not stupid.
They know that their eyes will be targeted, so they constantly cover their eyes with one hand and run around with their big bodies.
If he is hit, he will be seriously injured.
Wayne, now the ace of the second army, leads his men against the Cyclops.
'Well, Wayne's a monster now, isn't he? He's not a man who can fight a Cyclops.
Wayne alone is holding off one Cyclops while his subordinates command him to hold off the other.
I can't even see his spear move.
The Cyclops is wounded and bleeding.
The other good men are also pushing the Cyclops with several men.
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A certain Cyclops was fighting an invisible enemy.
There's nothing there. And yet the wounds multiply.
The Cyclops thinks. What am I fighting?
He flails his arms in the dark, but they only cut through the air.
There's nothing under my feet.
And yet, the wounds keep increasing.
(You're moving too much.)
Patrick was inwardly terrified.
If the Cyclops' arm hit him, Patrick's body would die instantly.
If he swung his arm in the dark, he would be seriously injured.
He dodged everything by the skin of his teeth, but there was nothing he could do but dodge. If he were to be caught, his arm would not be broken.
He is repeatedly dodging and slashing, falling back and rushing in.
He switched from the machete to the sword, and aimed at the back of the joint, focusing on the cutting power. Even the back of the knee is at the position of Patrick's head, so there are only the back of the knee and the Achilles tendon to aim at.