After listening to everything that Mr. Death had said... Slytherin Cord quickly calmed himself after his hysteria.

Even though the situation had reversed on him, with more people against him..... he still didn't want to die yet.

He felt like even if he was stabbed 300 times, something in him would persist until he saw the Ghostly Prince.

So with this thought in mind, he took a deep breath and gathered himself properly.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, as he looked at those pointing arrows towards him.

Indeed!..... It was time to dance.

With that, the battle had finally begun.

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Ahhhhhh!'

The sounds of swords clashing one another... as well as the wails of the injured, could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.

Slytherin slashed his sword sideways, in attempts to slit his enemy's throat clean.

'Swish!'

The blade sliced through the air, creating a whistling effect..... as his enemy ducked his attack just in time.

But when the enemy raised his head again, Slytherin punched him in the face with his other hand.

'Ahhhh!'

Taking advantage of his enemy's pain, Slytherin sent another slash towards his enemy.

'Slash!'

The enemy dodged his attack, and also gave him a fierce kick and yelled at him.

"Now, we're even."

'Bang!'

Slytherin bumped into the person behind him.... causing that person to accidentally die from a sword attack.

But who cares?

This was a battlefield!!

Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

Slytherin fought with his enemy while also avoiding side attacks from others around him.

Of course, his enemy did the same as well.

They both fought and accumulated some minor and major injuries here and there.

And Slytherin couldn't help but give this enemy of his some respect.

One should know that they had been fighting for over 20 minutes now.

Typically, within this time.... he could easily handle about 10~20 men below his strength and rank.

So not many people would be able to last with him for this long.

It looked like they had sent some of the big guys to take care of him.

Nonetheless, since he had made up his mind to survive.... then this enemy of his had to die!

Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Slash!'

Finally, he had sent a fatal blow towards his enemy.

The enemy tried to dodge as much as he could, but still ended up getting a massive clean-cut against his belly.

Blood soon started dripping out from the wound nonstop.

And before the man knew it, his strength soon began to leave him.

Luckily, he had attempted to dodge the attack.

If he stood still in the same position, he was sure that his insides would be out on the battlefield by now.

He gripped his belly tightly while trying to concentrate on the battle at hand.

'Pain is in the mind!

Pain is in the mind!

Pain is in the mind!'

Those were the words that he repeatedly told himself while continuing the battle with Slytherin.

But no matter what he did, the pain soon swallowed him whole... as Slytherin didn't go easy on him after that attack.

The man dropped down on his knees and struggled to keep conscious while blocking Slytherins attacks.

Seeing the man's state, Slytherin quickly grabbed the opportunity and immediately gave out a finishing blow.

'Clang!'

Another person quickly blocked the Slytherins attack..... and now became Slytherin's new foe.

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

'Ahhhh!'

The battle went on for a bit..... with Slytherin, his aides and those who didn't betray him, fighting for their lives amidst the chaos all around them.

Blood quickly dyed the estate's floors, and the foul stench of blood also filled the air as well.

Dead bodies also piled up too, making the battle harder and harder for the rest... since some people died due to the fact that they had accidentally fallen over these dead bodies.

Of course, others also died from being hit out of nowhere by these falling lifeless bodies when they were facing an enemy.

In short, the whole place looked and smelt like death.

And as Slytherin battled, he continuously made his way closer to his prisoner, Mother Mona.

Form the very start, he had been separated from Mona by the traitors on his side.

They had circled around Mona and made their way towards the masked man.

Speaking of that man, he hadn't even lifted his sword since the battle began.

All he did was sit at a corner, with a bow and arrow in hand.

And since the masked man had a lot more men than he did, the chances of someone attacking the masked man was indeed too low.

One should know that he initially had about 12,000 men on the battlefield.

About 6,000 had betrayed him, and coupled with the men the masked man walked in through the front estate with.... as well as the men who sneaked in through the other underground passageway, wasn't he already outnumbered?

In short, all his men had at least 2 enemies that they were currently engaged in battle with.

Heck!..... Some even had 3 or more.

So he wants surprised that the masked man would feel so relaxed.

Actually, only himself, his aides, and his top Captains... were the only ones that were currently fighting people one-on-one.

So with that said, one could easily see that the enemy had only sent able men to fight himself, his aides and his Captains.

As for the small fries on his team, they were ganged up and didn't even have a chance to survive.

Slytherin swiftly glanced around the battlefield, and noticed that almost all of his men had been taken out.

In short, only the strong had survived up until now.

But of course, how could his enemy still let them fight one-on-one?

Before Slytherin knew it, 3 other people had joined his battle.

And they all had similar strengths to himself.

The pressure on him was great, and soon, he found that he had turned into their punching bag.

Dammit!