It was the one that Commander Wang killed before his death, and there was a huge blood hole on its neck.

"War Horse?" Lin Ji came to his senses, and the monk's response was astonished. He was used to seeing war horses, a general at the moment, but how could there be war horses here?

It was not until Lin Ji saw the cross mark on the armor that he understood why the three commanders were defeated so miserably even with the advantage of numbers.

The problem lies in this war horse. Lin Ji really won’t think about it anyway. Even if a giant like the Lanhe Empire failed to establish enough cavalry troops in this mountainous area in the south, Lin Ji would never have thought that the rebels could actually pull out a cavalry.

The rebels naturally did not have enough war horses and organized enough cavalry, but the Holy Church had it! What Sibolu brought to the rebels was not only the magical techniques that burned potential to strengthen combat power, but also the remaining Templars in the Holy Church.

Not all soldiers on horseback can become qualified knights, and not all horses can be trained as war horses that will not be frightened by the sound of weapons hitting them on the battlefield. Therefore, even if enough horses are gathered together, they cannot become a real cavalry. But the Templars of the Holy Cult are different. After a long period of training, the war horses have also been carefully selected and excellent horses. Therefore, with the terrain of Silver Water Beach, nearly 30,000 troops led by the three commanders were dispersed in one fell swoop.

Lin Ji once again understood that he had forgotten the more critical information, that is, the Templars of the Holy Church. Or he had never faced the army of the Holy Church before. The Templars were decorations of the Holy Church, and I am afraid everyone thought so. Everyone was missing the Xuan Armored Heavy Cavalry that was timid in all directions in the Light Empire. They were proud of the Zhongzhou Iron Cavalry in the Gyeonggi area of ​​the Lanhe Empire, and were still shrouded in the fear of the Hu Cavalry of Beiting not long ago. Speaking of cavalry, no one would think of the Templars.

But it was this inconspicuous Templar that broke through its cognition in people's minds again and again, captured Khan Ahuyu by taking the tent of the Beiting King. Lanting sieves the northwest fortress for several months, and also achieved impressive results in Silver Water Beach. The bonus of divine art played a role, but the greater thing was that it was unprepared. The Templar's combat power was indeed not strong. The Templar's at its peak who was applied with the strongest divine art were not even the opponent of the Xuan Armor Heavy Knights back then, but it was such a Templar who relied on the information gap to achieve their combat power of 200%.

In places like Silver Water Beach, the Templars have indeed become the supreme master. It is difficult for the soldiers of the Night Empire to predict the direction of the Templars rushing. The huge army disintegrated instantly, divided into countless small pieces and then swallowed one by one.

It was too late when Lin Ji led his men to the battlefield, and only saw corpses on the ground, while the rebels and the Templars had already left - now their troops were no longer at a disadvantage.

The rebels interpreted this point very cleverly and cleverly as the leader of the rebels. As the current supreme leader of the rebels, Siboro's command made an indelible contribution. After escaping from Oasis City, Siboro, who lost the control of the pope, was even more like a fish in water. He still had a considerable property in the empire, and returning to the empire was as comfortable as returning home.

Indeed, the Templars he mastered can be said to be the weakest cavalry unit, and he could not use the terrifying divine descending technique like the Pope back then to give the Templars a never-weary body and an ever-exciting spirit. But as the saying goes, there is no tiger in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings. He is now the well-deserved king of this generation.

Siboro enjoyed this very much, and his strategy and the power he mastered were perfectly released here. More importantly, there were not many people who knew that he was the commander behind the rebels. He hid in the dark, manipulated all this, and used the power in his hands to sweep his enemies. This was the perfect rhythm of the conspirator and the melody that fascinated him.

"Sir, the enemy has been wiped out!" In the secret room, his subordinates brought him good news.

"Of course." Siboro smiled.

"Sir, wise and powerful!" My subordinates did not forget to flatter him.

"You are quite knowledgeable." Sibolu nodded with satisfaction and accepted the praise. After all, his plan was perfect, and even the night wolf of the empire did not discover it. The conspiracy was the greatest pleasure.

"Do you think so too? Kittens?" Siboluo lowered his head, his lower body naked, his skin still maintained his vigorous leg hair, and under his legs were countless women wearing exposed clothes.

Perhaps influenced by the Pope, Sborough also developed this special habit of almost abuse. However, his body was old, and he could not continuously draw vitality from others like the Pope, so he could not enjoy more advanced pleasure. However, this did not affect his abuse of women, but instead made his temperament more distorted in this regard.

He is no longer young, and his body is also rejecting him for high-intensity and high-load operation, so he can only instruct those women to lick his body like cats, thereby achieving spiritual satisfaction.

At this point, he was even more distorted than the Pope. The Pope had to draw the sufficient divine power he needed from the young woman to maintain the mask he disguised. Sborough was different. He initially just imitated him. He didn't understand why the Pope often did this, thinking there was any mystery. Later, this turned into a simple pleasure, enjoying the pleasure brought to himself by power, and that sense of dominance made him very useful. Therefore, in addition to the young girl, his claws gradually extended to those married women. He distortedly enjoyed the kind of supreme power brought to him as he would and did whatever he wanted. He fell in love with women, fell in love with women, and even fell in love with women's tears of humiliation.

That is the representative of his power that cannot be violated.

Sborough advocated and launched this rebellion, which completely turned the area into his kingdom. He was already the king of darkness without being crowned. He had no seal in his hand, but he had the token of the military talisman to mobilize the Templars.

In response, Siboro's desire began to spread. Power is not a poison, it will not slowly develop. Power is a spear that directly penetrates people's hearts, breaking down the only remaining restraint and conscience.

He no longer focused on the small villages.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!