"Father Gankaro, now is the time to need your Bible to lift the hearts of the soldiers of Christ, so that they can face the evil creatures born of fallen angels in the battle." Lugatsema drove to the rear of the army and met with Father Jankarlo, who was in charge of boosting morale.

His face was solemn, it was more serious than ever, and Father Jankaro was also a smart man, and he could tell from Luga's expression that this time, the problem was really serious.

Father Jankaro was also present, and he stood on the high ground behind him, with the other soldiers of the Ninth Legion, and he could see everything clearly, and naturally, the living Nephilim was more terrifying than the dead Nephilim, although he was already frightened by the dead Nephilim.

"The soldiers of the First Array are already crumbling, and I need to re-courage all the soldiers who want to escape to face the enemy, and you, Priest." Luga looked down at Jiang Kalo and said unhurriedly, "Take out your set and tell them that God is watching them and see how they deal with these aliens." ”

With that, Luga rode away, and he went to stop the defeated auxiliary soldiers, leaving Jackaro and the monks behind.

Jiang Carlo looked back at all the soldiers behind him, the weather was not hot and a little cold, their faces were pale, and some even took off their helmets and wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads one by one. In the face of such a formidable enemy, they were terrified.

The two-handed tomahawk-eating Nephilim roared and slammed away all the Anglo-Saxon soldiers in their path, hungry for battle and killing, driven mad by the hallucinogenic potions used by the shamans.

"The Son and Our Lady are watching you from heaven, and they are waiting for you to prove your loyalty to them by your actions." Father Jankaro plucked up his courage and sprinkled the front row of soldiers with a laurel branch dipped in holy water in his hand.

The soldiers listened to the priest's teachings and meditated on the Virgin Mary in their hearts, then buckled their helmets above their heads, breathed a long sigh of relief, drew their iron swords, and raised their spears for battle.

The Nephilims fought their tomahawks all the way, and the Roman soldiers fell in pieces, and the Roman army, which was still struggling to support itself, was knocked out of several gaps in an instant. Rome's first array is on the verge of collapse, and it must fill the gap and strengthen its defenses, otherwise the confrontation will soon become a one-sided massacre.

Luga slowly approached the cavalry and said to the soldiers: "Today, we have encountered an enemy that we have never encountered before, and they are so strong that we cannot crush them or even gain the upper hand. But we're going to have to fight them, and I don't believe we don't even have the slightest chance of winning against them. ”

The soldiers looked at each other and smiled, it seemed that they didn't believe that they didn't even have the slightest chance of winning against these dozens of people.

"Here, the first Nephilim in the army died at my hands, and I pierced his neck with a shuttle dart, and let the blood of his sins drain alive." Luga raised the cavalry spear in his hand and continued to the cavalry: "Then it proves that mortal weapons can kill these cursed fellows, I can, and you can too!" ”

The cavalrymen weighed their spears and nodded their heads in agreement with Lugar, and their eyes looked ahead, as if they were eager to try.

"So! Follow me! Luga swung his spear and turned his head to face his enemy. Gain time for our infantry to regroup. Luga whispered, tying the reins of his horse to his chest, and holding his spear at his waist, ready for all charges, and the other horsemen even threw their shields on the ground. They held their rifles in both hands, slung them to their chests, and pointed their spears at the approaching Anglo-Saxon forces in front of them.

"Ready!"

The cavalrymen raised their guns at the same time, and the horses gasped for breath, waiting for the horn of the charge.

All the soldiers of the first array finally could not hold on, they suffered more than half of the casualties, and even more sad than the casualties was the collapse of morale, they were exhausted and unable to fight again.

They finally collapsed, and the confrontation soon became a one-sided massacre under the combined onslaught of the Nephilim and the Anglo-Saxon forces.

I don't know what kind of arrangement made most of the soldiers in the first array of Rome turn out to be those old or elderly soldiers, they are all the kind of people that Luga deliberately wants to consume, maybe he has his own ideas for this deployment.

They always ran with extraordinary speed, and they could not escape the young Anglo-Saxons and the Nephilim who were on a rampage like brutes.

"This should be all they have!" Luga said, "This is all the Philphilimians they can bring, and we will fight once and kill them all, so that in the future, in order to be able to recover Britain!" Advance! ”

"Woo-woo-"

The horn of the attack sounded in the Roman formation, and the first array of soldiers who had fled passed through the advancing cavalry formation without any hindrance, for Luga had forgiven them, and he knew that the battle would not be easy.

The cavalry continued to advance, but they increased their speed, because without saddles and horses, it was difficult for them to maintain absolute stability on horseback, which meant that the cavalry in the first rows of the two armies must not be able to keep it at the first time of the collision.

"Onward! Advance! ”

Knowing that a hard charge would definitely pay a big price, but in the face of the Philphilimians who could not resist the infantry, Luga also had to use such a valuable class as cavalry to use hard-hitting tactics to contend with it.

After some fighting, even if the Nephilim people have some ecstasy effects, but they can't resist the pain of physical exhaustion, they rush to the front of the army, facing the rain of arrows one after another, many Naphilians are not falling down with several arrows, it may be that small arrows can't hit their huge bodies.

The horses galloped and soon pounced in front of the Anglo-Saxon army, and the cavalry drew their javelins and threw them at the Nephilim in front of them.

The penetration of the dense javelins was also amazing, even if the Nephilim were really the children of the fallen angels, they could not withstand such a dense javelin penetrating it, and after a while, several Nephilim fell like this.

The crazy Nafili people don't seem to be willing to admit defeat, it may be the effect of the drug, which makes them drag their tired bodies and want to fight!

"Boom!"

A Nephilim with a hammer in his hand roared and slammed the horse in front of him, blasting it along with the horseman on horseback. But soon, he was pierced by the cavalry that followed, and he fell straight and upright.

Lugar rode his horse at a rapid pace, he held the cavalry spear in both hands, because the reins held himself so that he could keep it correspondingly stable, he held the cavalry in both hands, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at the Nephilim in front of him, the Nephilim noticed the cavalry that was charging towards him, he roared, kept shaking his head as if to sober himself up, it seems that this ecstasy also has side effects.

He held the axe in both hands, ready, and Luga knew he had no choice but to continue with his horse.

The Nephilim seemed to be ready, and he raised his axe and prepared to cut down his horse.

Seeing that the spear had pierced, the Nephilim raised his axe and picked it up, it turned out that he wanted to cut off the tip of the spear, but it was not easy to say, sure enough, he cut it empty, and the tip of the spear continued to move forward with the speed of the war horse, straight through his neck, and then through the forward, and the spear broke his neck and catapulted his head several meters.