Unfortunately, Andrew did not even have the slightest interest in talking to Jeroff. He simply gripped Godslayer and strode toward the latter.

Jeroff roared, the muscles in his arms bulging as he struck first.

There was a violent impact, followed by a sharp cracking sound.

Jeroff stared at the dagger in his hand in disbelief. It was broken, split clean in two by a single strike from Andrew's sword.

Meanwhile, Godslayer did not slow down at all and slammed into Jeroff's chest. Blood immediately gushed out, and along with it, his ribs snapped one by one.

He was confident he had dodged just now, so how did Godslayer manage to slam into his body?

"Y-You…" Jeroff gasped for breath. He felt death reaching out to him, and his heart turned completely cold.

Andrew pressed the sword against Jeroff, pushing him backward. Finally, Jeroff's back slammed against the front of the only remaining vehicle.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

"You should never, ever have harmed the innocent," A