It was the one that Commander Wang killed desperately before he died, and it still had a huge blood hole in its neck.

"War horses?" Lin Ji came back to his senses, and the reaction of the monk's commander was the same, and he was so shocked that he couldn't do it. He is a man who is used to seeing war horses, and he is a horse general, but how can there be war horses here?

It wasn't until Lin Ji saw the cross mark on the armor that he understood why the three commanders had lost so badly despite having the advantage of numbers.

The problem lies in this war horse, Lin Ji really doesn't think about the war horse. Even a behemoth like the Lanhe Empire had not been able to establish enough cavalry troops in this mountainous region in the south, and Lin Ji would never have imagined that the rebels would be able to pull out a cavalry.

Naturally, the rebels don't have enough horses to organize enough cavalry, but the Holy Sect does! Sboro brought the rebels not only the magic that burned their potential to increase their combat power, but also the remaining Templars of the Holy Cult.

Not all soldiers on horseback can become a qualified knight, and not all horses can be trained to be warhorses that are not startled by the sound of weapons striking on the battlefield, so even if you have enough horses, you can't become a real cavalryman. However, the Templars of the Holy Religion were different, they had been trained for a long time, and their horses were also carefully selected and excellent, so they took advantage of the terrain of Silver Water Beach to disperse the nearly 30,000 troops led by the three commanders in one fell swoop.

Lin Ji once again realized that he had forgotten the more crucial information, which was the Templars of the Holy Church. Or maybe he had never faced this army of the Holy Cult before this, and the Templars were the ornaments of the Holy Cult, and I am afraid everyone thought so. Everyone was nostalgic for the powerful Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry of the Bright Empire back then, proud of the current Zhongzhou Iron Cavalry in the Gyeonggi region of the Lanhe Empire, and not long ago under the fear of the Beiting Hu Cavalry, when it came to cavalry, no one would think of the Templars.

But it was this humble Templar who broke through its perception again and again, captured the Khan Ahuyu by taking the North Court's royal tent, besieging the city for several months, and beating the northwest fortress into a sieve, and also achieved proud results in the Silver Beach. The bonus of the divine art certainly played a role, but the bigger thing was that it was unprepared, the combat power of the Templars was indeed not strong, and the Templars at the peak of the most powerful divine arts were not even the opponents of the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry back then, but they were such Templars, relying on the information difference to achieve two hundred percent of their combat power again and again.

In a place like Silverwater, the Templars had indeed become the supreme masters, and the soldiers of the Night Empire could not predict the direction of the Templars' charge, and the huge army disintegrated in an instant, being divided into countless small pieces and then swallowed one by one.

It was too late for Lin Ji to lead the men to the battlefield, and he saw only corpses in one place, while the rebels and Templars had already left—and now they were no longer at a disadvantage.

Advancing as retreating, attacking as defending, the rebels interpreted this very cleverly and skillfully. As the current supreme leader of the rebels, Sborough has a lot to offer. After escaping from Oasis City, Siboro, who had lost the control of the Pope, was even more at ease, and he still had a lot of property in the empire, and returning to the empire was as comfortable as returning home.

Indeed, the Templars at his disposal were arguably the weakest cavalry units, and he was unable to use the terrifying Divine Descent that the Pope had given the Templars an indefatigable body and an eternally exuberant spirit. But as the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king, and he is now the well-deserved king of this generation.

Sboro enjoyed it, and his cunning and the power he wielded were unleashed perfectly. And more importantly, not many people know that he is behind the rebels. He hides in the shadows, manipulating it all, sweeping away his enemies with the power in his hands, the perfect rhythm of the conspirators, the music that enchants him.

"Lord Qiyu, the enemy has been completely annihilated!" In the secret room, his subordinates brought him good news.

"Of course." Sboro laughed.

"Your Excellency is wise and powerful!" The subordinates didn't forget to pat him on the back.

"You're pretty knowledgeable." Siborough nodded in satisfaction, and he did not hesitate to accept the compliment. After all, his plan was seamless, and even the night wolves of the empire did not find out, and the success of the conspiracy was the greatest pleasure.

"Don't you think so? Kittens? Siborough lowered his head, he was naked, some of his skinned skin still maintained his vigorous leg hair, and under his legs were countless scantily clad women.

Probably under the influence of the Pope, Sborough also contracted this peculiar habit that bordered on abuse. It's just that his body is old, and he can't draw a steady stream of life force from others like the Pope, so he can't enjoy higher pleasures. But this does not affect his abuse of women, but makes his temperament in this area more distorted.

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, like cats, to lick his body to achieve spiritual satisfaction.

At this point, he was even more twisted than the Pope, who had to draw from the young woman the ample divine power he needed to maintain his disguised mask. Si Boluo is different, he was just a simple imitation at first. He didn't understand why the Pope did this often, thinking that there was some mystery in it, and later, it became a simple pleasure, enjoying the pleasure that power brought him, that sense of domination, which made him very useful. Therefore, in addition to the young maiden, his claws gradually extended to the married women, and he twisted to enjoy the freedom and freedom that the supreme power brought him. He fell in love with women, fell in love with women, and fell in love with women's tears of humiliation.

It is the representative of his inviolable power.

Sboro instigated and sparked a rebellion that turned the region into his kingdom once and for all. He doesn't need to be crowned, he is already the king of darkness. He did not have a sigil in his hand, but he did hold a talisman token to mobilize the Templars.

In response, Sboro's desires began to spread. Power is not poison, it will not be poisoned slowly, power is a spear that penetrates directly through people's hearts, breaking the only remaining restraint and conscience.

He no longer looks at the small farms.

(End of chapter)