St. Giles's face sank, but he didn't show any unusual looks, which directly caused no one to know what this man was thinking.

Of course, this is the way of the king of St. Giles.

A king must be calm and joyless when he is in crisis, and you can burst into tears or tears in ordinary times. But when everyone is afraid of being stunned and losing the will to fight, he must not be shocked and think calmly, otherwise he will be completely defeated.

Shadow-like figures rushed out from behind him and pounced directly on the Astarte priest troops who were fighting hard in front of them.

The first dagger full of hatred and murderous intent first appeared on the neck of the chief priest Helena, who had been killing everywhere.

In the face of a formidable enemy, the Fourth Legion of the Sigmar Empire Assassins finally showed their deadly fangs, and they all waited for vent to vent their anger after their leader [Star Shard] Belhasso disappeared from the City of Redemption.

"Assassin! Damn it—"

Helena's natural sensitivity and terrifyingly powerful instincts allowed her to dodge the blow at the last moment of the blade.

The Guard's sisters were about to prop up their antimatter shields, but were surprised to find that they had to use the shield on themselves first, because two Assassins had already attacked them, one on the left and one on the right.

The entire priesthood was attacked suddenly, and by the time the initial attack was made, there had already been a great deal of damage.

Although the poison on the Assassin's blade could not help Lunara and her withered priests, several of them were directly impaled, and they had to teleport out of the battlefield and leave King Ackhan's war.

The same thing happened on every battlefield, and every priest faced the hints of these Master Assassins at almost the same time.

Some of the Assassins were directly killed by the spells of the priests, and many more were stabbed by sharp blades, and when their bodies felt corroded, they had to immediately withdraw from the battlefield.

Because of Akhan, they don't die, but they are completely incapacitated, and the moment they teleport back to the Black Pyramid, they lose consciousness and fall unconscious.

It is worth noting that due to the absence of the Star Shard Assassin Master himself, the assassination of the truly powerful in the priesthood group was basically a complete failure.

The twins directly trapped a dozen assassins who struggled to escape with a static stance, and this little skill of using shields, the two defense mages even had the confidence to keep these people trapped inside for the rest of their lives.

As the wife of the Black King Ackhan and the chief priest of Astarte, Helena was not really a weak mage.

In addition to being used as a ritual tool and as a mage to enhance spell chanting, the obsidian dagger has a more practical and terrifying use.

"Ah——!h

When the Assassin's leather armor was pierced along his shoulders with this ornate weapon, it became clear how terrifying this mysterious weapon of antiquity was.

As for the most surprising, there are two priests who are particularly conspicuous in the crowd and kill all directions, the two priests who are the oldest in age and seniority...

Carloan's robes were torn, and the scrolls collected by the old man who had been dashing and unleashing spells were almost destroyed, which completely angered the eldest priest of the entire priesthood, or-

"In the name of the Black King, witness your death!!"

When the dark gray gem-encrusted robes cut a huge opening, the hideous black iron armor underneath was finally revealed.

When a massive page hammer was smashed into the Assassin's skull, the old man seemed to finally begin his own battle, as if his textbook magic release were an illusion.

Carloan Lardora, the oldest of the Astarte monks. The reason is that this man used to be the captain of the Black King Akhan Guard [Black King Serpent Guard]... Once a man fought for three days and three nights, tearing the legendary macho man of the hydra monster alive.

The powerful steel Bladehammer [Furnace Crusher], the weapon forged by the Black King himself for this venerable warrior, this time there is finally a bloody battle for his monarch.

Unleashed his blood, the old-looking old man, like an angry lion, no longer dodged, and even basic shield spells were no longer used.

"Better bite the bullet! Witness the wrath of the Serpent Guard! ”

Like a bloody whirlwind, every Assassin could not even hide in the face of such a terrifying warrior.

Raised in a panic, the Assassin's thin blade shattered by the large metal-covered hand. The heavy hammer knocked the assassins down one by one like a meteor, shattering their skulls and collapsing their chests, and they couldn't even scream, and these murderous machines with a terrible blood debt in their lives died at the hands of a "target".

"Hahaha, come on, kill hard, for the glory of the Black King!!"

Inspired by Carloan turned out to be the same old and long, gray beard of the former chief priest Babu Balilun.

This nearly ninety-year-old man actually tore off the robe stained red by the blood of the enemy, and it was not the old wrinkled skin and age spots all over the body. The muscles are as solid and angular as rocks, and he is a strong, burly and confident warrior.

It is worth mentioning that Babu and Kaloan have always been the closest friends on the battlefield, and they gave their backs to each other, because their faces and chests were completely red with the blood of the enemy.

With a staff and a dagger in the other, Babu was like a bloodthirsty killing god, and one by one he brought down the assassins in front of him, forcing a large number of surrounding assassins to flee frantically, and then crashed into the long-awaited war hammer of Carloan in a panic.

The two comrades-in-arms, separated by nearly a thousand years, fought on the battlefield again, and also took out the hand-to-hand combat weapons that they were proud of.

"Remember back then, my apprentice, my student, my best friend!"

Carloan's hammer was on the verge of emptying the Assassins in front of him, and his eyes were already on the Heavy Legion in the distance, the war-thirsty old man who had once again locked on to a more powerful target, vowing to achieve even more brilliant results for his king.

"Come on, my teacher, let's create a brilliant battle once again!"

And Babu's chest was already red with the blood of the enemy, he roared with emotion, and the heavy staff in his hand was also dyed red, I don't know how many elite assassins he had killed, but this seemingly aging warrior could always win.

The Assassins had no advantage in the front, killing or repelling dozens of priests in their first attack, and then they faced the bloodied onslaught of these powerful mages.

St. Giles watched silently, looking at the elite heavy armor corps that he was slowly entering the battlefield, and the countless roaring black dots on the hills in the distance.