As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

As Moen opened the storeroom door, a piercing scream came from the city wall.

He quickly went to the firing port of the tower to observe and found that the defensive line of the city wall on the left was collapsing rapidly.

There should have been a captain of a knight squad there, but now only a few militiamen and reserve knights are struggling to hold off the monsters climbing the city walls.

Without the slightest hesitation, Moen turned and rushed toward the spiral stone steps leading to the left.

Although he only had a simple iron sword that he had taken by chance, he had to plug the gap, otherwise the entire city wall defense line would be affected if the left wing was completely lost.

Just as I turned the corner of the stairs, a series of hurried footsteps rushed towards me.

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle! If I get hurt, I'll kill your whole family!" A young man in magnificent mithril armor was being supported by two prospective knights, staggering backward.

His armor was spotless, without a single scratch, clearly indicating that there had been no fighting since the start of the war.

The two sides faced each other directly at the narrow stairwell.

The young man looked up and saw Moen blocking the road, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.

Wearing tattered leather armor, without any church insignia, and carrying a dull iron sword, he was a typical country bumpkin.

The reserve knight beside the man, eager to prove himself, stepped forward and angrily shouted, "How dare you block Lord Kyle's path? Get out of the way!"

Moen glanced at the group of people expressionlessly.

Dressed in ostentatious attire, with his church emblem polished to a gleaming shine, and wearing a panicked expression, he was a typical aristocratic good-for-nothing.

It turns out he was the culprit behind the collapse of the left wing.

"A good dog doesn't block the way, don't you understand?" Kyle was furious when he saw that Moen didn't move, and reached out to shove Moen.

Moen felt a rare surge of murderous intent.

"People are dying on the front lines, and you're running away?"

Before he finished speaking, Moen moved.

He sidestepped Kyle's shoving hand and tripped him precisely on the shin with his left foot.

Kyle lost his balance, and due to the heavy armor he was wearing, he and the two reserve knights next to him fell to the ground.

Moen stepped onto Kyle's metal shell, bent down, and snatched the longsword that looked quite valuable from his waist.

The longsword was drawn, and a sharp, chilling aura swept over you.

"Just what I need is a handy tool."

After saying that, Moen didn't even glance at the three people on the ground, and turned to rush towards the left flank of the battlefield.

On the left wing of the city wall, several Ice Crystal Carrion Spiders were spitting out frozen slime, driving the last few reserve knights who were still resisting into a desperate situation.

Those trainee knights only knew a few basic sword skills, which were general skills summarized from combat techniques. They were helpless against the monster in front of them.

The distance between a prospective knight and a judge is only one step, but without formally joining the church, God's grace will ultimately not fall upon them.

Just then, Moen flew into the battlefield, stepping over the piles of monster corpses.

He sidestepped a blob of blue slime, and the tip of his sword precisely pierced the soft flesh where the spider's carapace met.

Green bodily fluids splattered, and the carrion spider was cleaved in two before it even had a chance to scream.

Although Moen's level is not high, thanks to his understanding of monsters and the bonus from this weapon, he turned all seven or eight spiders that had climbed onto the wall into pieces in just two minutes.

[Team Kill: Ice Crystal Carrion Spider x8 Lv.11]

Experience points gained: 1821 + 1750 (reward for killing enemies above your level)

[Gained Mortal Fragments: 13 + 10 (First Kill Reward)]

[Unlock Statue: Ice Crystal Carrion Spider]

Congratulations on reaching level 9!

The surviving trainee knights watched this scene in shock, the combat skills of the person in front of them almost completely overwhelming their instructors.

One of them recognized it as Kyle's sword and couldn't help but lower his voice to warn, "Brother, that's a precious sword Kyle bought at great expense. You stole his things; be careful of that petty guy's revenge after the battle."

Moen flicked the blood off his sword, glanced back at the knight, and said calmly, "Thanks, provided we survive tonight."

After saying that, he didn't stop and quickened his pace towards the area below the city wall where the fighting was most intense.

Directly in front of the city gate lies a meat grinder, where Arya is struggling to survive amidst a sea of ​​monsters.

She not only has to face the frontal assault, but also has to be wary of spiders in the distance and aerial attacks.

Just as she swung her sword to cut off the tusks of a porcupine, she was nearly scratched by an ice ape that pounced from the side due to exhaustion.

"Clang!" A longsword gleaming with cold light precisely blocked the ice ape's claws.

Immediately afterwards, the sword tip turned and severed the ice ape's wrist.

Arya turned around abruptly: "What are you doing here?"

This is the front line! How did he, an intelligence agent, manage to get here unscathed through all those layers of blockade?

Moen didn't answer, but simply stood with his back to Arya, his voice calm as if he were chatting: "I need to ensure your safety; we need you to fight the last monster."

Arya frowned slightly. "Will you protect my safety?"

"Two spiders at three o'clock, an ice ape at nine o'clock is about to launch a sneak attack. You to the left, I to the right."

Even on the battlefield, Arya knew what was important, and she replied simply, "Okay."

For the next three minutes, Arya experienced the easiest battle of her life.

Whenever she was overwhelmed by monsters attacking from all directions, Moen's sword would always appear just in time to save her.

Whenever she was about to launch a surprise attack, Moen would have already cut off the monster's retreat.

On the chaotic battlefield, the two swiftly reaped life after life.

Finally, a large area of ​​monsters was cleared away, giving the two a chance to catch their breath.

Arya gripped her sword, retracting her earlier assessment of Moen's boastful words.

Who exactly is this Moen? Is he really an agent of the Anmi Society?

Moen didn't notice the scrutinizing gaze from the girl beside him.

He saw a huge silhouette slowly approaching in the distance amidst the wind and snow.

"No time to daydream, listen up, the big guy is coming." He pointed to the terrifying center of the storm ahead.

"That big guy's weakness is his left hind leg; he has an old injury there."

This is intelligence recorded in the post-battle summary report of the Church of Judgment's reinforcements after Arya's failed defense of the city and the end of the beast tide.

Although the report indicated that Arya discovered the old wound during the battle, it was too late; by then, the Boss had already breached the city gates and was wreaking havoc inside.

"When you get close, it will lift its leg and stomp the ground to drive you away. There will be a very short preparation time for this action, which is your opportunity to attack."

Moen turned to look at the slightly stunned Arya: "Focus on your left hind leg, got it?"

Arya regained her composure, took a deep breath, and gripped her sword tightly: "I've got it."

At that moment, the snowstorm on the battlefield suddenly stopped for a second.

"Thump!!"

With a dull thud, the pebbles on the ground began to bounce wildly.

Immediately afterwards, a figure as large as a house appeared, and it stomped its foot, shattering the frozen earth in front of the city gate.

A five-meter-tall silver behemoth crashed through the curtain of wind and snow.

The pair of ivory tusks, wreathed in frigid air, resembled the scythe of death. Its crimson eyes looked down with a suffocating sense of oppression, locking onto the two tiny creatures before it.

[Lord-level BOSS: Silver Plains Tyrant - Snow Mammoth Lv.15]

[Arrived on the battlefield]