When the distance between the two sides was less than 300 meters, Bishop Meyer gave the order to charge.
Then he drew his sword and rushed towards Nalant's carriage at the head of the army.
"Vivian, Catherine, are you ready?"
"Sir, we are ready, you can light fire and throw it at any time!"
"Very good! Come on! Let's see if my carriage is stronger or if your horses are more collision-resistant! Silver-horned rhinoceros, charge me! Charge! Charge!"
To be honest, Nalant felt panicked when he saw the three thousand Paladins sweeping towards him like a torrent of steel in front of him.
But for the sake of the one he loved, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
As the saying goes, anger can bring beauty, so why not Nalanthe?
In addition, he also has certain confidence in his excellent carriage built by dwarves, and believes that it can withstand the impact of three thousand paladins in a short period of time.
"Go to hell!"
Finally, the two sides met head-on in just ten seconds.
Bishop Meyer took the lead, and the long sword in his hand crazily injected fighting energy, and then struck towards the carriage.
Following Bishop Meyer's roar, a red light suddenly appeared in front, heading towards the carriage.
"Ah, Baron Narante is going to be doomed now!"
"What a pity!"
The moment they saw the red light, whether they were the people of the Agate Principality or the minor nobles of the Northern Principality, they all felt that Nalant's carriage would fall apart in the next moment.
After all, it was a full blow from the Golden Knight. I have never heard of any carriage that could withstand it, even if it was made entirely of iron.
boom!
The next moment, in full view of everyone, red light finally covered the carriage.
"Is this... okay?"
"How can this be?"
What was shocking was that the carriage they thought they could see crashing to pieces did not appear.
The carriage body only left a long sword mark, and then it rushed unstoppably into the team of three thousand holy knights.
Bang bang bang!
As the carriage moved forward, the terror of the two silver-horned rhinos in front began to appear.
The two thick-skinned silver-horned rhinos charge while using their huge head and horns to push away the enemy in front.
Every time he pushed forward, a paladin, his horse and his men were thrown away!
"Asshole, it's really an inscribed carriage! Everyone disperse!" Bishop Meyer finally knew that this was a real carriage forged by dwarves.
There was no time to think about why Nalant had such a carriage. He immediately screamed at his subordinates, asking them to spread out and attack.
And as the three thousand paladins dispersed, it became increasingly difficult for the Silver-Horned Rhino to fend off the enemy.
A group of paladins, led by Bishop Meyer, began to attack the silver-horned rhinoceros and the carriage from the side.
"Even the carriage with the inscription will be defeated sometimes!" Bishop Meyer looked at Nalant on the carriage and gritted his teeth while attacking.
In just a short period of time, at least a dozen of his subordinates had been killed or injured, which was enough to make him feel painful.
Now he just wants to catch Nalant and torture him.
As the Paladins attacked, new scars gradually appeared on the silver-horned rhino and the carriage.
I'm afraid that this carriage will be eaten alive by the paladins before it reaches the city wall.
"Alas, this Baron Nalant is too bold after all. Doesn't their Agate Principality have other small vassals? If more people cooperate with him, then he may really be able to kill some paladins today!"
"Yes! But that's good. At least we don't have to face Baron Nalant. That carriage is really scary!"
Nalant's carriage was able to withstand the attack of the Golden Knight before, although it was beyond the expectations of the young nobles of the Northern Principality.
But now the little nobles began to feel sorry for Nalant again, thinking that he had fallen into a disadvantage and was still destined to die.
"Hey, look, what is that?"
However, at this moment, sharp-eyed people suddenly saw a large jar being thrown out of the carriage and thrown into the crowd of Paladins.
Seeing this scene, someone immediately started asking questions.
"Ah, that is the wrath of glory!"
"What, the wrath of glory! Hiss, should we run quickly?"
"No need to run, the Wrath of Glory is at least more than a mile away from us, we are safe!"
The minor nobles of the Northern Principality were in a commotion. After recognizing the Wrath of Glory, a few timid nobles even began to turn their horses and prepare to retreat.
Fortunately, at this time, he heard the reminder from other little nobles around him, so he pretended to be calm, stopped his horse again, and looked towards the battlefield.
"What is Glory's Wrath?"
In fact, there were nobles beside King Challins not far from the city wall who recognized what was thrown from the carriage.
As the discussion spread, the red archbishop asked in confusion.
He really hadn't heard much about Glory's Wrath.
The most important thing is that Nalant has not been used again since he used it in the Marquis of Lisen.
The Wrath of Glory contained the word "Glory". The old king of the Northern Principality felt that this would make the Agate Principality look bad, so he told the nobles not to publicize it.
"The Red Archbishop, the Wrath of Glory is..."
Boom!
When King Challins heard this, he was about to explain to the red archbishop when a loud and earth-shaking noise suddenly came from the battlefield ahead.
Following the loud noise, dozens of paladins around him suddenly fell onto their backs.
Although some paladins may not be killed due to their high-level silver strength.
But there is no doubt that they were injured, and more importantly, the horses beneath them could not withstand the impact of the Glory's Fury.
"How...how could this happen? The range of influence is comparable to that of intermediate magic!"
Now, without Challins' explanation, the red archbishop already knew what the Wrath of Glory was.
Looking at the scope of the explosion, it is definitely comparable to some large-area intermediate magic.
If it weren't for the huge difference in power, the Archbishop would even think that it was a magic item made by a high-level magician.
"King Charlins, how much glory and fury does that Nalant have?"
Although the Paladin has some damage, it is still acceptable for now.
What the Cardinal is most concerned about is how many such weapons Nalant has.
"This... Archbishop, I don't know very well either!" Challins shook his head.
"Haha! It's great! Catherine, Vivian, throw it out to me wherever there are people, and blow up all these Paladins!"
"Yes, sir!"
Didn't get an answer from King Charlings though.
But Narant soon told him with practical actions.
Following Nalant's order, Vivian and Catherine continued to ignite the Fury of Glory, and then threw it towards the place where the Paladins gathered the most.
As the wrath of glory was thrown out one after another, the outside of Feidi City was like a storm approaching, with loud noises that shook the sky.
With every explosion, dozens of Paladins would be blown off their feet. Some unlucky ones were even directly blown up to a height of more than ten meters, and then fell to the ground.
Everyone watching from a distance could not help but shudder.
Especially the people of the Northern Principality, they now finally know why the Marquis of Lison allowed Nalant to conquer more than ten castles in just a few days.
This glorious wrath is simply too terrifying.
That was a silver knight, and he was blown up like this by the wrath of glory!
If it were them, wouldn't a large number of them die on the spot?