Although the Black Knights had stopped advancing, that didn't mean that they would give up.
Countless black spears were hurled into the sky, producing an ear-piercing whistle.
The spears were like a thundercloud ready to pour down at the truck.
"Stay behind me!" Kieran said.
Then he wielded the dark red greatsword like a whirlwind, forming an invisible barrier that guarded Schmidt, Raul and Cidney, who was in the driver's seat.
The great sword and the spears kept clashing, the metal producing a clunking noise that sounded like a downpour.
The spears that had been hurled at Kieran and co. were all blocked, but those that had been hurled at the car…
The trunk of the truck had been turned into a beehive. One of the spears had even pierced the plate below the trunk, jamming the bearings of the wheel.
