Archer swung the massive sword at the three knights who were the closest, they attempted to defend themselves against the unstoppable force.
But it was all in vain, as the sword cleaved through their armor and bodies like a hot knife cutting through butter, slicing them in half with ease.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and guts, as Archer let out a maniacal laugh, his eyes glinting with complete madness.
He kept swinging, mowing down knights left and right, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. The massive blade took the lives of many church knights.
Leonard, Ksara, and the Deacon stood rooted to the spot, their minds reeling in shock and disbelief as they watched dozens of men fall as Archer swung his sword.
It was like watching a child swinging a stick, except the consequences were far more deadly.
