Elena sat on the war horse, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked around nervously.
It was early in the morning. The magical armor emitting golden soft light enveloped her and her mount. It should have been conspicuous enough at night, but it was not. The battle monks were chanting the prayer of "Lord of Light" loudly, and the knights
They have also gathered into formation, ready to crush anything that dares to stand in their way. Looking at the entire continent, they can be called the strongest army, but the girl cannot say that they can win this time.
A few minutes ago, a high-pitched howl pierced through the dense forest, awakening everyone stationed in the palace. At that time, she was talking to Hermann. The Theocracy's "Silver Sword" only hesitated for a few seconds before making preparations for war.
decision.
"You want to go to the battlefield, right?" He looked into the distance with a steady voice, "Then come with me."
So she got on her horse and followed Herman to the center of the military formation to watch the Theocratic soldiers prepare. This was also because her status as 'Messenger of God' was the same as her being allowed to attend the officers' meeting. At first, she was allowed to attend the meeting of the officers.
The girl was a little uncomfortable with this, but it was Herman and Shirley who dispelled her concerns.
"Although honor is something external to the body, it also has its value." The "Seventh" of the Templar Knights told her, "The power of an individual is always limited, and reputation and status are powerful aids in pursuing one's ideals." He then followed.
He straightened his expression and said, "Of course, it can make people slack, but it can also make people alert. We must always worry and examine ourselves at all times to avoid going astray."
"With great power comes great responsibility." At that time, Shirley added with a smile, "But don't worry, it was Rector's decision to form an alliance with the empire. Even if something goes wrong, you won't be blamed.
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Elena exhaled, holding the warhammer in her right hand, and grabbing the cloak with her other hand. She did not hide the worry in her heart. Perhaps to Herman and others, this was like a common uneasiness before a battle, but
She knew there was more to it than that.
The wolf's howl a moment ago was far away and long, as cold as a lonely peak, which almost made her hair stand on end...but it was also inexplicably familiar. Elena couldn't understand the language of the wolf, but instinctively understood that it was the other person...it was Lilino.
Nuo, or September...is giving them a warning.
If you don't want to die, then leave.
Of course she won't leave. Ever since she separated from Ariel, Elena has been prepared to face this moment. But even if September and Ariel are far from ordinary people, they will never be able to fight the army in front of them independently. So.
Are those coming together, the "living gods" that Kailo had mentioned in September and who Kailo had speculated about, or other forces?
The answer was revealed immediately. What appeared in the line of sight was not a giant silver wolf, nor a similar giant beast. This made Elena feel a little relieved, but also a little puzzled. She saw rows of tall and thin figures coming out.
In the dense forest, they held simple weapons in their hands, without armor, and only wore rough cloth to cover their bodies. They were silent, with cold expressions, and silently slid towards the front of the Theocracy's battle line, like ghosts.
...is it a Sachi?
Elena couldn't believe her own judgment for a moment. The army in front of her was so different from what she had seen in the wilderness. The tribal warriors in her memory covered their bodies with oil paint, and with wild war cries
, the Sachi people who pounced on the other tribes of the enemy without fear. Their captain was always the bravest warrior, and when he fell, another one would immediately take his place. Hylanthia once told her that at least it was necessary to cause
It would take 40% battle damage to completely defeat such a 'troop'.
However, the soldiers in front of her were naked with dark brown skin, and she could only hear the chanting of monks and the slogans of knights. The girl couldn't see clearly the description of the 'enemy', but she could only instinctively sense that they were missing something...
...something necessary.
"In honor of the Lord of Light, knights! Charge!"
Herman's voice resounded throughout the battlefield. The Knights of Glory rode forward and pierced directly into the Sachi array. The scene that followed could almost predict that no matter how brave the human soldiers were, they would not be able to compete with the hordes of heavy cavalry.
, not to mention they don’t have spears or huge shields in their hands.
The war horses jumped into the enemy group, and the originally neat array suddenly swayed. The soldiers in the front row were either thrown away, trampled under their hooves, or pierced by sharp spears. Elena followed and saw the knights in order.
They uniformly turned in the direction of the deflection, using the remaining momentum of the charge to pierce the enemy's flank.
They failed. The enemy who was supposed to be dead...no, was already dead stood in their way.
The corpse hanging from the tip of the gun stretched out its arms and dug its fingertips deeply into the eyes of the war horses. The horses roared in pain, almost overturning the riders, and the team immediately became disordered. The enemies who were trampled and killed by the war horses also fell into disarray.
He stood up from the ground, dragging his limbs twisted into weird angles, but still holding the battle ax firmly in his hand.
Some of the lucky knights still rushed out. The rest put aside their spears, jumped off their horses, and swung their swords to slash at those "not quite dead" guys.
Under the protection of divine magic, even if the Glory Knights are heavily armored, they are equally capable in foot combat. The strict training and firm belief also prevent them from panicking due to the current changes. The long sword can easily split the flesh and cut off the bones.
Completely separate the limbs of the deceased from their bodies.
But everything was still in vain. The body without arms continued to pounce on them, and the arms without bodies seemed to still retain their will. They stubbornly climbed up the knight's body, tore off the helmet, strangled the throat, and even stretched into the heavy armor and face.
Use any possible means to attack the gaps in your armor.
That's not the worst part. A knight cut off several fingers with his sword, and they quickly disappeared. Not long after, the knight dropped his sword, took off his armor in a panic, widened his eyes, and put his hand on his throat
After a while, his steps began to stagger, his mouth opened wide, but he could not make any sound. Finally, he fell to the ground and stopped moving. There were still no wounds on his body.
The girl looked at the scene in front of her in horror, seeing that the knights slowed down their attacks not because of fear, but because the attacks had no value.
However, the enemy would not wait. The dead delayed the knights, and the enemy soldiers, whose life and death were unknown but whose limbs were intact, arrived immediately and swung deadly sharp blades at them. The knights formed a defensive formation and tried hard to break out. At the same time, there were people constantly
Falling down. The light of divine magic dispersed from their bodies, symbolizing the loss of life.
Elena turned her head and saw Herman dismounting from his horse, pulling out his sword from his waist, and running quickly to the direction of the battle. So she didn't think much, and left the horse aside, silently reciting a prayer in her heart,