Accustomed to large-scale battles against Half-Beastmen, Henry couldn't understand why these soldiers were so mentally fragile.
Amid the clamor of the battlefield, dozens of elite, heavily armored Mercenaries noticed Henry's slaughter, their attention drawn by the shouts of their officers.
They moved in concert to surround Henry, intending to use their superior numbers and heavy armor to halt his mad slaughter.
It wasn't just that Henry killed quickly and in great numbers—it was that he was too damn bloody! Body parts flew everywhere. It was either decapitated heads soaring through the air or fountains of blood jetting from necks. The blow to morale was devastating.
These elite Mercenaries were the finest warriors of their respective Mercenary Clans. Their armor was thick, and their weapons were incredibly sharp.
In a way, they were powerful Warriors, raised by the Mercenary Clans in the same manner as noble Knights.
