Duke Schmidt did not understand how two figures had managed to appear behind their lines without anyone noticing! Based on what he had just felt from the sword's slash, he could easily tell that the attacker's strength had already reached the peak Emperor stage—strong enough to split the flying fortress in half!
Rumble!
The flying fortress crashed to the ground, followed by a tremor and a rumbling sound that echoed for kilometers. Thick dust rose from the debris, obscuring the sight of many troops from the second prince's faction. Their formation already fell into chaos as soldiers scattered in an attempt to evade the falling wreckage.
Yet, despite all of this, Duke Schmidt did not seem to pay it any mind.
He focused his gaze on one of the figures wielding a sword. The man wore a black robe and a mask that covered his entire face except for his eyes. Beside him stood an old man whom Duke Schmidt did not recognize.
