The modified beings from all directions wouldn't take turns like in TV shows; they relentlessly crashed against the knights' defenses, bullets, blades, monofilament line, fighting endlessly.
"Hah!"
Masked Rider gripped the shattered blade sticking out from his back, forcefully plunging it into the eye sockets of two modified beings, then kicked them away one by one.
The white fluid trailing from the blade didn't dampen his fierce fighting spirit.
He is not a human flesh.
These modified beings are not human flesh either.
Except for the head, traditional fatal injuries for humans don't exist.
"Should I call it foolish or naive?"
From the distant high-rise, a figure stood on the rooftop balcony, eyes reflecting the infinity symbol as they watched the knights' bloody battle from afar.
"But I have to say one thing, impressive."
The figure sighed.
"Back then, there were many who wanted to save humanity like you. But unfortunately, they all failed.
