Holy blessing!"

Martels reverently touched his chest, his eyes filled with excitement and more anticipation. As a Templar, he was taught by his teacher and was very familiar with the scriptures and history of the Church.

The Golden Icon Legion, that is the existence of God in the last century in the Patriotic War, the will of the Holy Spirit makes the icon indestructible, and the power of the Holy Spirit makes the icon sweep away all evil with the power of thunder.

In the description of the scriptures, hundreds of golden icons are laid to rest in the temple of glory under the court of glory. When evil is resurrected, the Icon Legion will awaken and will eradicate all evil.

Martels' heart was full of self-confidence, whether it was facing the orcs or the blackstone collar, in his mind, the golden icon would be destroyed and swept away.

The charging orc army was getting closer and closer, and the Templars were surrounded by golden light, waiting for the moment of confrontation.

“wahgha！”

Rumble!

The heavy bloody warhammer bombarded the ground, and the orc centurion Nerus was covered in scarlet wriggling flesh, and his face was hideous and murderous, like a fierce god.

"Prepare to take the enemy!"

Martels turned over and jumped from the carriage to the standing horse, raised his broadsword in his hand, summoned the Holy Sword Decree, the golden light shining on the blade, and drove the war horse along the defensive line and shouted:

"Holy blessing!"

"Holy blessing!"

The sound of a tsunami of harmony sounded like a tsunami, and it was their life's duty to be able to become Templars, without fear of life or death, to protect the glory of the Holy Spirit and to be faithful to the Church.

The raging orcs and pious knights did not choose to back down for the sake of their respective gods.

When the golden defense line and the blood-red tide collided, the blood in everyone's hearts was ignited. Martels found the orc centurion Nerus and bravely greeted him with a golden sword.

When!

The gold and iron clashed, and the golden light swept over Neruth's shoulder, causing a terrible wound. But Neluth's strong self-healing ability immediately took effect, and the flesh was surging and recovered in the blink of an eye.

Templar VS Orc Centurion.

A close battle, Matels's superb swordsmanship, and Neruth's rich combat experience, fought three or four rounds in a row, and no one could defeat anyone.

Overall, however, the orcs were outnumbered, and the Templar formation was gradually compressed into the carriage.

Just after Nerus once again pushed back Martels with a huge blow, he observed the situation on the battlefield and hammered his fist to the chest: "For the glory of the ancestors, kill them!"

Martels retreated to the side of the carriage, but listened carefully to the bursts of rhythmic metal trembling from the carriage, and raised his holy sword at the same time: "The Golden Icon—indestructible!

Click......

With Martels shouting, the surface of the wooden carriage quickly cracked, and beams of golden light burst out from the cracks.

Rumble!

A huge golden punch slammed into the wooden planks and poked out of the carriage, the thick five fingers, each as thick as an arm, and the back of the hand inlaid with intricate rings, surrounded by a huge topaz.

Rumble!

A large golden palm grasped a giant golden flail, and at the end of the flail was a golden meteor hammer covered with spikes.

Smack!

Under the astonished gaze of the orcs and the Templars, a muscular upper body suddenly rose to its feet through a broken wooden plank, with a heavy golden breastplate covered with diamond-shaped nails, shoulders as wide as boulders, and a huge head shaped like a metal mask, with no ears, nose, and eyes, and a pair of rhombohedral red gems that glowed red.

"Golden Idol!" The Templar ranks erupted in cheers, "Holy Bless!"

Rumble!

The golden icon's legs, which seemed to be covered with knight's armor, directly stepped on the carriage board, and suddenly stood up, more than four meters high, shining with golden light, with a strong deterrent power.

The orc centurion Neluth was stunned, and he never expected such a variable to appear. He thought the wagon was carrying supplies.

In his horrified gaze, the terrifying golden colossus, its head stiffened, and it seemed to be slow, but the other golden giant hand, shaking the terrifying golden flail, bombarded the ground heavily.

In an instant, the three orc warriors were smashed into pulp.

Boom!

The colossus stepped forward with one foot, and a golden shockwave erupted from under his feet, and the orc warriors and warriors who were affected by the impact were directly swept into the air.

Retreat is certainly not a tradition for orcs, but Nerus is not a fool, and even the elders have to make a frustrating decision when the orcs encounter repeated setbacks.

In any unfavorable situation, the orcs have the right to retreat.

Yes, Niruth knew that the elders were under tremendous pressure, and that the Black Rod Council was furious at their failures.

And the Blood Dire Beast is their last hole card!

These orc warriors cannot be sacrificed here meaninglessly, even if they are thrown into the arms of the wriggling stomach, they can retain the last vestiges of dignity.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Neruth's eyes were bloodshot and his heart was full of resentment, but he had to make a shameful decision.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Boom!

Boom!

The emotionless golden icon seems to have an innate ability to distinguish between friend and foe, taking heavy steps, waving the flail, and mercilessly harvesting life.

Martels looked at the colossus, his heart surging with excitement, the sadness and dullness of the teacher's death and the obstruction of the rainstorm swept away, replaced by a strong self-confidence.

"For the sake of the Holy Spirit, kill!"

The morale-boosting Templars sounded the horn of a counterattack, while the orcs were completely disorganized, and the order to retreat greatly dampened their fighting spirit.

That's the disparity in power.

......

"What the hell is that, sir?"

In the col more than two hundred meters away from the battlefield, Harald in a hooded hat rode on the evil nest spider demon, looking at the huge golden colossus, and frowned deeply.

As an enforcer of guerrilla tactics, from the moment Sir Crick set up a makeshift camp outside the Blackstone Pass, he stepped up his patrols and did not act rashly.

When the scout reported on what appeared to be a group of Knights transporting supplies, he made the decision to break the supply lines before raiding the camp, depending on the terrain around him.

However, the sudden rainstorm obscured the view, and the aiming accuracy of the Spider Demon Cannon was greatly affected.

While he was patiently waiting for the opportunity, the orcs also unexpectedly joined the battlefield, which was a happy thing, and he could continue to kill two birds with one stone.

But what they didn't expect was that the Order was not transporting supplies—it was a terrifying war machine.

If nothing else, this war machine is to be transported to the Blackstone front against the Blackstone Collar.

Before knowing all the information about the colossus, Harald cautiously gave the order to stop the battle, this cheap can't be picked up, and the ghost knows what kind of terrifying power the colossus has.

"Whatever it is, it's our enemy. Harald's tone was solemn: "Inform everyone, prepare to return to the Blackstone Territory." We're running out of ammunition and supplies, and I need to report all this to the Commander-in-Chief personally. ”

After the rain passed, the battle on the battlefield gradually came to an end, and the invincible golden icon swept through the endgame, and even the most powerful orc warrior could only leave a sword scratch on its metal surface, unable to inflict substantial damage.

The golden sunlight shone down again, and the towering golden icon, carrying a flail in its hand, reflected the golden light on the surface, like a golden statue.

This was a great shock to Harald.

The only thing that can rival it, or even compete with it, is probably the Blood Dire Beast.

And - Miss Linda's rock demon form.

And - the Great Commander!