During the halfway through the hypnosis, Wang completely erased all memories related to himself from Ayase's mind.
Other memories remained unchanged.
Ayase still remembered the day she broke away from the village and would continue to stay in the demon tribe and start a new life based on her own will.
But those memories would have nothing to do with Wang.
From now on, he would no longer appear in Ayase's world, and he would never pop into her mind at some point in time.
Kill myself!
Wang chose indirect death by acting as the rearguard;
then, he would kill himself again from the level of memory.
He actively chose this method.
Because only in this way, Ayase would not die with him, and she would not be saddened by those past memories in the future.
This way is good, this way is enough.
Just like what Wang said next:
"Those who are alive should not be bound by the deceased!"
The hypnosis ended, and Ayase remained in a momentary state of daze.
In this state, she couldn't go to a safe place on her own; someone had to come and take her away.
Wang knew who should do this, so he called out to a inconspicuous corner with determination:
"Dog, come out, I know you're nearby!"
After the shout, there was a few seconds of waiting.
Before Wang's patience wore out, a faint sigh came from the corner, followed by the appearance of a large figure.
"Even though I'm good at hiding my tracks, I still can't escape the boss's perception..."
The large dog turned its heavy head and walked to Wang's side, also to Ayase's side.
The order to retreat had been clearly given by Wang before, but the large dog didn't obey.
There's probably only one reason for this, and Wang tried to guess and said:
"Compared to the carelessness of everyone else, you are the most meticulous. If I'm not mistaken, you noticed that Big Sis didn't follow, and because you were worried, you disobeyed the order and came back."
The large dog didn't say anything, just lowered its head as a sign of admitting its mistake.
"Not answering is taken as an approval. Although you acted out of good intentions, you still went against my will and cannot go unpunished."
"How does the boss want to punish me?"
This time, the large dog responded, and that was exactly the reaction Wang was hoping for. He immediately gave orders:
"Let Big Sis sit on your back. You are responsible for carrying her and reuniting with everyone, and you must protect her at all costs!"
In the end, Wang's tone was more earnest than pleading.
"Understood..."
The large dog didn't have a heart as tough as iron and stone, and besides agreeing, it couldn't think of any other suitable response.
Compared to transportation vehicles like carriages, the large dog's back was very flat, making it difficult for anyone to fall off once they sat on it.
With Wang's guidance and support, the puppet-like girl placed her weight on the furry back;
Then, with a leap, the four legs of the large dog dashed towards the foot of the mountain behind them.
"Farewell, you foolish woman. May you live a long life!"
The final worries gradually left the dangerous area at this moment, and from now on, Wang no longer had anything to worry about.
He touched the wound on his abdomen and silently thanked Ayase for her healing.
If it weren't for the healing spell acting on him, his bleeding might not have stopped until now.
Although this kind of treatment could only serve as emergency treatment, it made Wang feel no pain, as if his body was intact...
At this moment, the undead soldiers appeared on the mountainside like ants attached to scraps of flesh, in great numbers. Unlike the simple encirclement of this morning, Yu now ordered his subordinates to launch a strong attack, wasting no time whatsoever. Wang witnessed the targets approaching rapidly from the mountainside, took a deep breath, and as his hands overlapped on the hilt of his sword, he controlled the blade to fiercely strike down.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The sword struck beneath Wang's feet, immediately creating cracks as wide as snake mouths, dozens and hundreds of them appearing on the ground. Before the staggering undead could regain their footing, this mountain, which was about over 700 meters high, was cut off at the waist from the mountainside. Rolling rocks turned into rushing stone flows, pouring down from four directions with a "rumble." In an instant, numerous undead on the mountain were buried in this gray "tomb" that was cut off from the sunlight.
In the thunderous roar, only that singular figure stood on the remaining half of the broken mountain, with towering piles of stones beneath his feet. Where his gaze reached, dangerous peaks turned into flying smoke, drifting clouds and flowing mist resembling ribbons, and the collapsed ground transformed into a new battlefield. Wherever his heart could reach, everything in existence seemed to be rushing away from him.
He advanced, he ran!
With swift movements, his sword swung horizontally and vertically, the loud battle cry turning into deafening echoes. Amongst the sounds of the world, the most piercing was the invitation:
"Welcome to attend my funeral. There are countless guests here, please all become my companions!"
One person dies, thousands are buried!
No need for caution, no need for prudence, Wang's only thoughts and concerns were about the battle, about sending all those who came to kill him to hell before anyone else. Even though they had only duelled twice, Yu, who can be considered Wang's lifelong enemy, raised his hand and commanded the soldiers beside him to blow the horn. The actions of the undead army were driven by one simple word:
"Kill!"
Wang faced the enemy ahead, both his sword and himself unable to wait any longer. Only the skeletal warhorses charged forward, carrying undead knights on their backs. These knights galloped out, quickly gathering together and forming the common formation used by cavalry, charging towards their nearby targets for slaughter. Just as the front row of knights raised their spears, a figure swiftly approached in front of them. That figure leaped into the air, lifted their left hand, and forcefully pressed the pale skull down, holding it in their hand. The figure landed, swinging the white skull downwards, and as it made contact with the ground, it shattered into pieces in an instant.
So what if they're undead?
As long as they suffer injuries to the extent of being completely destroyed, they still revert to ordinary corpses and are not eternal, undying monsters. In the moment that Wang straightened his back, a knight on horseback approached him, forcefully thrusting the spear down, aiming directly at his chest. Faced with an obvious intent to kill, Wang's originally rigid body suddenly moved, without any forewarning, shifting horizontally by half a meter like lightning. He avoided the opponent's sharp edge and the impact of the warhorse. At the same time, he lifted the long sword he held.
With a "chirp" sound, the spear tip pierced the knight's throat bone, and with a slight twist of the sword blade, it was twisted and shattered into pieces. At that moment, subsequent units of cavalry arrived, led by two undead officers who attacked with spears from the left and right.
In response, Wang swung the curved tip of his sword in an arc, swiftly stabbing twice in mid-air like lightning.
Amidst the clash of gold and iron, the two opposing long spears on either side were knocked away, while the piercing sword tip continued forward, breaking through their blockade.
Galloping horses crossed each other, and a muffled sound erupted from the battlefield.
A military officer was already impaled into the air, crashing heavily onto the spear of a comrade charging from behind, the sharp point piercing through the back and protruding several feet out the front, passing through the ribs.
With a forceful motion of his right arm, Wang flung the body aside, immediately followed by the swift release of his long sword, slicing through the air.
The foolish military officer behind him, still bewildered, suddenly saw a flash of cold light, and his entire body toppled backwards, crashing to the ground in pieces.
"Those who want to come forward, the more the merrier!" shouted Wang.
Following his resolute proclamation, a fierce aura erupted, suddenly forming a sharp sword energy at the end of his blade.
The surging whirlwind, accompanied by a resounding vibration in Wang's right arm, crashed to the ground, causing a devastating hurricane to sweep through.
Invisible waves of force surged, heavily smacking the armor of the cavalrymen on horseback, the unstoppable impact immediately causing over a thousand undead cavalry to stumble and fall.
If they were still alive, blood would surely spray from their mouths;
But even if they didn't, it didn't matter, because shortly after, the uncontrollable warhorses trampled over their bodies...
Taking advantage of the opportunity to halt the enemy's advance, Wang forcefully stomped the ground around him with the soles of his shoes.
Immediately, a three-meter high piece of land, along with sturdy surface gravel, were all swept up in reverse.
Countless solid objects instantly clashed against the faces, hands, and bodies of the enemy's vanguard;
The powerful elite soldiers, along with the iron shields they let go of, were sent flying.
At the same time, Wang leaped high into the air.
His left foot stepped on the front end of a large stone in front of a soldier, and with a twist of his shoe, the stone smashed into the soldier's chest, directly pounding into his head.
In the instant that the soldier was hit, he stopped moving;
Then, Wang blocked the splattering bones with his sword hilt and used the enemy's bodies as stepping stones, continuously jumping on the surfaces of several stones that had not yet landed;
His downward chopping posture exuded a decisive and resolute killing intent...
Boom!
When he finally landed back on the ground, Wang had already penetrated into the heart of the undead army formation.
He used himself, standing in the most prominent position, as bait, luring enemy soldiers from all directions back to their senses;
In the next moment, his knife formed a circular shape, enveloping him.
After flipping and jumping, his actions different from the backward movement of his feet, his arm extended forward, the blade raised, aiming for the rows of weapons in front of him for a slash.
Clang clang clang clang clang!
He did not rely on the edge of his sword to chop through the rows of weapons, but rather on his superior strength to cut through each one.
Recalling his previous experience, Wang felt that it was time for the enemy to release their arrows.
Just as he was secretly pondering, he suddenly heard a distant howling sound, growing louder and closer;
Instinctively, Wang raised his eyes and saw numerous black-feathered arrows flying in the sky, so plentiful that only "covering the sky" could describe their quantity.
A similar scene continued to replay.
This time, without notifying the soldiers in the front ranks to retreat, You, still preoccupied, ordered the undead archers in the back ranks to release their arrows.
