Blasey knights, who came out of the chaos, organized a charge with astonishing perseverance, trying to save the war that was gradually falling. But when they overcame the traps and the corpses of their comrades and rushed into the Legrand infantry formation, they found that the infantry, who had always been looked down upon by knights, showed incredible strength at this time.
They formed a tough city wall with long contradictory cards and strict formations.
Legrand's line of defense composed of armored soldiers and infantry suffered from charge after charge, and the Blaisei knights felt like they were attacking the swamp and could only sink little by little.
"God blesses all warriors who fight for him with his radiance."
The air was shaken, and a sound as if from the sky reached everyone's ears.
Blaise's knights saw a faint golden light sweep across the earth. Wherever the golden light passed, every soldier of the Holy Army felt a kind of warmth that surpassed his soul - just like the Virgin pouring the water of the holy spring on everyone's head.
Brave, tough, fearless...
The good qualities that all knights should possess are imposed upon them at this moment. In the golden light, no matter how timid and embarrassed they were before, every Holy Army was majestic and sacred at this moment, just like the warriors who really turned into holy books and fought for God!
The three suns are rising from the Holy Army's camp, extremely dazzling and brilliant.
As in AD 217, when the hero-king Cremo converted to the Holy Court, the merciful God sent his army when his army was broken. The angel dressed in armor and holding a sharp sword illuminated the earth with the light of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Army was reborn just like the warriors who had the cross painted on the chest by the priest thousands of years ago.
Three angels spread their wings in mid-air.
"God bless me! All battles will be won!"
In the middle of the army, the priest held up the cross in his hands.
His voice swept away with a powerful force, like the twilight of the church ringing heavily at sunset, the sky and the earth were brilliant, like the sound of the gods.
If for the Holy Army such as Knight Blaise, this splendor is the light of the Holy Spirit that saves them, then for the soldiers of Legrand, this light is the darkness that pushes them to death. The three angels spread their wings in the sky, and the white brilliance fell from their wings. He is high in the sky, and under the angels, mortals are all ants!
The ants should be wiped away and crushed into dust.
Maul, holding the shield, was half-kneeling, and big drops of sweat rolled from his forehead into the blood and mud mixed with the ground. He was one of the few who knew the real cause of the Duke of Buckingham's death. Before that, he had thought more than once about what kind of power could burn an imperial lion like the Duke to ashes.
Now he knows.
In the face of such a terrifying force, even standing has to bear great pressure. If it wasn't for the will to support him, he would have been crawling on the ground at this time, waiting to be killed. Only a small number of the armored soldiers and infantry who could stop the charge of the knights were struggling to support like More, and many more had fallen and could not move.
Why? Why should a mortal be like an ant
Why should their victory be wiped out so casually
Moore wanted to roar and curse, and the surging unwillingness converged into an angry flame. Their victory was exchanged for the bravery of the soldiers and the fearlessness of life and death! Why can the gods wipe it all away with a wave of his hand
"stand up."
At the moment when the angel's wings were spread, Moore could hardly hold it back, and fell to the ground. At this moment, a cold and majestic voice sounded. The mountain-like gravity that had been pressing on him was driven back in the sound, and another force pulled him from the ground.
"This is Legrand."
The sun's rays cut through the woods of the sloping heights, and the smoke and flames from the battlefield danced among the pillars of light. From the sun, the shadows and the flames of war, a throne slowly rises from the earth. It is a throne beyond imagination and beyond the thinking of all artists.
A throne made of countless bones.
The moment it appeared on the earth, the originally clear sky was surging, the wind was howling, and the forest made an overwhelming sound, just like the land of Legrand was cheering and dancing wildly, welcoming the stage with an unimaginable high standard. monarch!
The king sits on the bones.
He wore silver armor, and the cold armor erased all soft lines. He is a monarch born in blood and battlefield, destined to command thousands of troops to conquer the world. He holds a bone scepter that no one has ever seen before, as majestic as holding the supreme authority in this world.
"The people of Legrand need not kneel before any god!"
The king was far away from the three angels suspended in the sky. Under the helmet, his eyes contained anger and murderous intent.
The moment his voice fell, the golden light that spread to Legrand's camp dissipated like a tide. The soldiers who were originally terrified by the arrival of the angels only felt that the sound was like a muffled thunder in their ears, resonating with their hearts, blood rushing in the blood vessels, and courage and strength returned to them.
"Fight for Legrand!"
Maul jumped up from the ground, raised his shield and spear high, and growled hysterically.
Don't bow your head, don't kowtow, don't crawl!
Because this is the Legrand of the land of freedom!
They are the people of Legrand! They should stand upright on the ground!
The devil stood on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the forest, looking at the monarch in the sky from a distance, and suddenly laughed silently. This is the majesty he is loyal to... When he has nothing, he is determined to be the enemy of the gods! The most noble soul was born in the smallest race, and then burst out with incomparable brilliance.
His Majesty should be on the throne and rule the world!
The black mist filled the forest, and the devil pulled out the keel sword from the black umbrella and inserted it into the ground. A purgatory door slowly rose.
"It's you."
In the distance, in the sky, the face of the mortal monarch was printed in the angel's mirror-like pupils. Thousands of years of dust did not make them forget the past - on the contrary, all those overridden memories are always as clear as yesterday. As an angel, the dignity of a god race was trampled by a mortal for the first time.
"You sinner against the gods!"
The Seraph drew his flaming sword and pointed at the king who was facing them on the throne.
The king looked coldly at the angry three seraphs, and he raised the bone scepter high.
"In the name of the monarch, I order the heroic soul to return and fight for Legrand!"
In the forest, the door to purgatory that was summoned by the devil suddenly opened. The wind roared out, and in the wind, the horses neighed.
Legrand's soldiers looked up in the wind, and saw a huge army rushing out from behind them in a gray cloud. This should have been a terrifying and gloomy scene, but as the knights on the skeleton horses approached, Legrand's camp suddenly shouted loudly.
All the Legrand knights who fought, they saw—
The proud ancestor of the family! !
The first knight of the Lorraine family, the guardian Godfrey!
The first knight of the Will family, Taranto, the killing gun!
The first knight of the More family, Barcelo of Tuka!
The first knight of the Rowlands family...
…
One by one, the knights who returned from hell and appeared on the battlefield are knights familiar to all Legrands! They are the knights who followed Legrand's first monarch to build the great Legrand Empire on the earth! They are the most glorious followers of the Rose family!
Their portraits hang on the promenade of the family castle. From the moment of birth of every nobleman, his memory is destined to be related to the ancestors of the family. His parents will point to the portraits of the ancestors and tell him the past of the family. History and glory are passed on from generation to generation.
Nobles are nobles because they have heroic ancestors!
Nobles are nobles only because they have to prove their surname is worthy of it!
One after another knights of extraordinary significance appeared in front of the Legrand soldiers, who had turned into death knights and raised their swords high.
"Fight for Legrand!"
They shouted loudly.
A thousand years ago, they used their lives to cry like this.
A thousand years later, the heroic souls returned, and they have not changed.
He fought for Legrand in life, and after death!
"Fight for Legrand!"
One Legrand soldier after another clenched their weapons, tears welling up in their eyes.
Who cares about his angels and holy masters? Their monarchs, their ancestors, said that they were not wrong, then the guilt that the gods said was nothing but empty talk!
Fight for Legrand!
The king's scepter points to the holy army blessed by angels.
"kill!"
The Legrand army, led by the heroic soul, met the Holy Army, which was plated with the light of the Holy Spirit like a bronze statue. The sword was sharp, and everyone died.
above the sky.
The black butterflies gathered around the king, and the devil who opened the gate of purgatory and completed the first task came out of the void. Standing by the king's side, holding a keel-bone sword, he leaned slightly towards the king with a smile on his face: "Fortunately, your life is not disgraced, Your Majesty."
"The king of mortals who made a pact with the devil."
With a low and cold voice, the three Seraphim did not look at what was happening on the ground. They looked coldly at the throne suspended in the sky.
The devil is on the monarch's side, and they add up to a new era.
A new era of lunatics and lunatics!
The angels held fire swords, and the red fire rolled in the sky like waves, and the space was twisted and interlaced. They knew the horror of this pair of contractors a thousand years ago. After returning, they no longer had the arrogance at the beginning, and they planned to do their best from the beginning.
The king's ice-blue pupils were imprinted with the familiar sea of fire.
"Kill them."
He ordered.
The smile on the corner of the devil's lips widened, and he readily accepted the order.