He seemed unable to believe his eyes. That this traitor could actually be so grievously wounded, on the very brink of death.
He took a deep breath, intending to go over and confirm Reinhardt's identity.
But the moment he drew near Reinhardt, a malevolent power emanating from the Slaughter Death Arena began to whisper incessantly within his Knight Perception. It was like a bone-chilling gale, like a dark and unspeakable secret.
Fedor, a Knight with a Five-star Earth Military Rank who had served in the Imperial Legion for three hundred years, felt cold sweat pour down his back. He recoiled as if electrocuted, stumbling backward in a flash!
He stared in horror at Reinhardt, who seemed completely lost within the power of the Slaughter Death Arena. After a mere second of hesitation, he raised his Dragon-Hunting Spear and roared, "A Demon is trying to corrupt him! Everyone, fall back at once!"
Hearing this, his three Personal Guards paled.
"My Lord! You can't go!"
