The warriors, who were highly nervous, looked at the less than thirty Templars who rushed over, half of whom had lost the protection of the Holy Shield, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang......

There was a crackling sound like fried beans, the muzzle of the gun was dazzling, and more than a hundred shotguns, each containing 20 steel balls, spread out like a giant net over the Templars.

The Templars, deprived of the shield, and the horses, were covered in a net of fire. Patches of blood bloomed from the pierced armor.

Puff~

Puff~

The badly injured Templars were in severe pain, and their Holy Spirit power was consumed by the Holy Shield, and they could not even use the Holy Blessing Technique to boost their physical potential.

In a sense, they're just a little stronger Holy Spirit Knights.

And against the Holy Spirit Knight, the effectiveness of the shotgun has been proven.

After the first round of shooting, nearly half of the Templars fell, leaving only the Templars who were struggling to support the shield, but unable to shield their horses, fell off the ground one by one.

It was a shocking, unbelievable sight that made Martels fall into an ice cellar, and he couldn't figure out what the black iron rod was, but there was no doubt that it was destructive.

From more than 400 people in front of the charge, to more than 100 people in the middle of the charge, and then to the Holy Spirit Knight pulling to the flank, in the end, they were left with more than 60 Templars. However, only a dozen people were left who rushed to the enemy's defensive line.

This series of blows flashed through Martels's mind like a nightmare fragment. In his heart, in the teachings of the Church, the invincible, fearless, and unstoppable Templar was also a formidable, evenly matched opponent for the brutal orcs.

But in Blackstone Collar, he found that everything was wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

So far, the other party has not even lost even one person!

It's horrible!

Nightmare things are more powerful than bloated things!

Suddenly it became clear to Martels why his esteemed mentor, the cardinal of the Duoling Cathedral, the priesthood bishop who was qualified to communicate directly with the Holy Spirit, had been planted in the Land of Projectiles, the Blackstone Collar.

Wrong!

It's all wrong!

The Inquisitor is wrong!

Marcellus was wrong.

I...... Also wrong!

All of them underestimated the Blackstone Lords, who possessed a power that was both mysterious and powerful, allowing them to successfully defend themselves against the Orcs and destroy the Blood Dire, as well as to confront the Templars in a frontal battle.

Accomplishing it all, they seem so easy.

"Your Excellency!"

With the exception of Martels and a handful of Templars, the rest of the Templars fell to the ground in disarray, their swords and shields in their hands, shielded in front of them.

Matels came to his senses, but he saw that the frightened and confused faces of his companions were no longer the pride of the Templars.

The nightmare doesn't end.

"Shoot!"

Click!

Click!

The crisp sound of unshelling and loading came one after another, and the rain of bullets hit again.

Crackling and crisp sounds sounded one after another on the shield, and the ripples trembled violently, and the only remaining holy shields of the Templars were also on the verge of collapse.

Faced with hundreds of black guns, these Templars were forced to gather together like a lonely boat on the sea.

The Law of the Holy Shield, the Law of the Holy Sword, the Law of the Holy Blessing?

Martels suddenly discovered that most of the abilities given to him by the Holy Spirit had a demanding requirement, which was to fight the enemy. But the distance of more than 20 meters in front of me seems to have become an insurmountable moat.

Turning their heads back, the golden icon they were relying on seemed to be enraged by the two infidels, and they were frantically brandishing their flail to attack.

Farther away, the twenty-odd Templars who had lost their horses early, unaware of what was happening, were running on foot with their swords and shields held high, trying to meet them.

Golden icon!

Golden icon!

As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he would be able to complete the reversal as long as he persevered until the Golden Icon had dealt with the two infidels.

The premise is that they can preserve all the living forces that can be preserved.

Thinking of this, the runes on Martels's forehead flashed violently, frantically urging the power of the Holy Spirit in his body, and the only choice for him to curb the current disadvantage was - the Holy Yao Law.

A golden aura rose from under his feet, rising all the way to his forehead, and the sigil on his forehead bloomed, blending into the aura, and instantly detached from the sky.

Wave~

A golden aura burst open, and the blazing light was like a dazzling sun, instantly blocking the Templar's figure in the bright light.

"Ahh

The warriors in the line let out a few cries of pain, and the dazzling bright light pierced the eyeballs like countless steel needles, causing a brief blindness.

The shooting also stopped instantly.

This is the law of Martels pressing the bottom of the box, and it is one of the reasons why he is qualified to be a commander, and his mentor personally taught him the law of Saint Yao, which can burst into bright light and blind the enemy in a short period of time.

The Sacred Decree is a powerful weapon against orcs, and those who are good at field warfare have extremely poor tolerance for bright light. The effect is especially pronounced at night.

However, there is a disadvantage, that is, the distance of the impact, the closer you are to the blindness, the longer the time. Ten meters is the best distance for the Holy Yao Order, and now that it is daytime, he is forced to release it twenty meters away, just to buy a little time.

"Oh no! Shakia, it's our turn!"

The witches' physique was much stronger than that of mortals, and after losing their vision for a short time, Leah immediately noticed that many people in the defense line were covering their eyes in pain, temporarily losing their combat effectiveness.

If the other party rushes at this time, it will be a massacre.

In fact, Martels did the same.

"For the Holy Spirit, rush!"

The Templars in the Bright Light Regiment rushed over with their swords and shields held high.

Ria spear in her hand, the six-legged horse dragging black and white flames, rushed towards the Templar with fearless momentum.

Xia Qiya also took the lead, wielding the heavy sword in her hand lightly, and killing it with powerful steps.

Martels had long noticed that Lea had been riding a strange war horse but had never been in battle, and his intuition told him that Leah was the big man among the infidels.

At this moment, it is extremely difficult to win.

Then, killing the enemy boss is the most rewarding option.

With the holy shield in his left hand and the holy sword in his right hand, Martels rode steadily on his warhorse, and he also did not dodge or dodge, and rushed towards Riya.

Come on!

Heathen!

Let me see what other sorcery you have.

Da Da Da ......

The six-legged pony from the Nightmare Dreamland, Koenigsek, with his hooves of flames, his body like black fire, his eyes leaping with firelight, and clouds of white mist spewing out of his nose, with a powerful power, sprinting at a speed far beyond that of ordinary horses.

Leah clutched the knight's spear in her hand, her eyes under the shield were engrossed, and she unleashed a stunt - unstoppable.

The anger that Martels had suppressed for a long time, the burning blood was hot, the holy sword in his hand burst out with a round of aperture, and the holy shield phantom on the other side blocked in front of him, and the handsome face under the face had long become hideous and terrifying.

At the moment of engagement, a cone-shaped Chaos Shockwave erupted in front of Koenigsek, and Leah gripped the lance and aimed it at Matels' chest.

Bang.

Chaos Impact was the first to hit Martels' warhorse, scattering randomly. At the critical moment, Martels launched the Holy Blessing Law, the golden halo protected his body, his body only shook slightly, and he held a shield to meet the riding spear in one hand, and brandished a big sword in the other, slashing at Riya.

There was a muffled sound of the wave.

The riding spear with the advantage of length and the Holy Shield collided violently together, and under the huge impact, the Holy Shield Phantom instantly became fragmented and detonated.

Golden opportunity!

Martels' greatsword followed.

However, he underestimated the mobility of the six-legged divine horse, and at the moment when the spear slammed into the holy shield, the four legs in front of him twisted strangely, and a diagonal line was drawn and passed by.

It's just a stone's throw away from Martels' greatsword.

It's just amazing.

This is not a spontaneous movement of the six-legged horse, but a tactic that Riya, who is familiar with its mobility, has long calculated.

The first round of encounters, the end.

The battle between knights and knights is actually a turn-based game. After each encounter, it is necessary to adjust the direction again and engage in a second engagement.

At this time, the mobility of the six-legged god horse was vividly expressed, and after the staggering, Leah tightened the reins of the horse, the front four hooves were raised high, and the hind feet twisted in place, and the gorgeous turned in place 180 degrees.

Martels was not so lucky, his war horse was once a famous horse in the royal capital, but after all, it was a mortal horse, unable to get rid of inertia, rushing forward in place, and could only slowly reduce its speed to complete the turn.

But on the battlefield, even the slightest disadvantage can lead to death.

The six-legged pony that had completed the turn accelerated again and chased after him from behind, and the riding spear in Leah's hand, like an arrow from a string, stabbed at Matels in the back.

And Matels, who had his back to Leah, fell into passivity in an instant.

In a hurry, Martels immediately understood that the gap between the war horses was his biggest weakness. There was a whistling sound of a gun breaking through the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood upside down.

At the same time, make the right choice.

Abandon the horse!

At the moment of the spear's stabbing, Martels released the stirrups with both feet, slipped his body to the side of the horse, and pushed hard, and the whole person broke away.

Poof.

Leah's mounted spear was castrated, piercing the horse's spine directly through the neck, and in the splattering of blood, Koenigsek's battle spirit seemed to be stimulated, and a deafening neighing sound was released.

"Leah, I'm coming!"

Xia Qiya, who was holding a heavy sword, rushed in, and even in the face of a dozen Templars, she did not have any fear, and jumped into the enemy formation.