Franz snorted coldly, then swung his longsword down with full force. However, Makhaylus' physical body was unbelievably hard. With a dull crash, the blade was knocked flying, while Makhaylus himself remained completely unharmed.

Makhaylus' terrifying strength was about to slam into the city gate. Yet Andrew, standing at the rear, still rested his hand on his sword and did not move, as if he had not even noticed Makhaylus approaching.

It was as though the danger did not exist to him at all.

A