Some knights were even more miserable, their riding spears could not be controlled, and after the cavalry spears were set up by the Astarte warriors who were blocking head-on, the whole person was directly bitten by Lin Yu's big mouth, torn off his war horse, his fragile neck was bitten, and his body was thrown down on the blood-stained desert.

Steel lances and obsidian knives collided head-on in the air, and the invincible Sigma hoplites were defeated by sheer strength in a head-to-head battle.

The steel spear was bent and deformed, and the knight's hand was shocked by the force of the blow, and the spear came out of his hand.

Next, a heavy shield that glowed with golden brilliance or a sword that made no secret of its murderous intent directly took the life of the proud warrior.

The whole battlefield became chaotic and bloody, and some of the Lin Worms and the cavalry on their bodies were obviously not skilled enough, and the whole was pierced by the cavalry spear, and the corpse fell to the ground, and they turned back into the warriors of the Redemption City with worn armor, and the armor and the Lin Worm disappeared together, and returned to the soul world of Akhan, recuperating and waiting for the next fearless expedition, and silently accumulating strength for their still not strong enough combat power to hone themselves.

"Look! My warriors are invincible! ”

The confrontation between Akhan and Fabius Baer intensified, and for the first time since obtaining this Heavenly Spirit Suit, the mighty war marshal had encountered such a difficult opponent, and the strange branch-like scepter seemed to be unable to resist and shatter his proud Heavenly Armor.

And Akhan is even more dangerous, although this king is majestic at this time, standing on top of the chariot, shouting loudly, and taking the initiative to attack. In fact, at this time, his state was far inferior to that of Marshal Fabius Spair, who had been fully equipped with the armor of the Heavenly "Guardian Angel".

As a king and a powerful mage, it's not that this man can't fight on the battlefield as a warrior, but it's difficult.

What allowed him to hold out for so long was the power of faith given to him by the endless stream of warriors, which gave him more courage and hope, and he also knew very well that this terrifying warrior would inflict terrible damage on his own warriors if he was not stopped.

And if he loses this battle, his warriors will all disappear in an instant, and then there will be no power to stop the tide of enemies in front of him, which King Akhan cannot accept.

The king is undefeated, and often he does not dare to lose, and he cannot lose.

"Put!"

The archers who finally regrouped, under the orders of the alternate commander, or another commander, the elven hunter [Heartless] Clarke, faced the impact of Achan and his warriors, and behind him a large number of Redemption City warriors who were charging and had not yet completed the change, they carried out a round of rapid fire of deflagration rockets.

The flaming arrows in the sky were like the end of Pompeii, spreading all over the battlefield. Even if a certain number of people have been consumed, the most elite archery corps in the entire Sigmar Empire still has a staggering number.

"Flames? Stupid Imperial people! ”

With a slam of the staff, striking Fabius's shoulder armor and forcing the battle angel to retreat, Akhan raised his scepter and struck the wheels of the chariot with a loud voice, calling out to his warriors who were still walking in the world, who had appeared high in the sky.

"O my priests, give my enemies this ridiculous provocation, the sanction of Astarte!!"

At this time, the six hundred and sixty-six priests looked eagerly at Kelly who was accumulating strength and preparing to ban the curse with a kind of expectant eyes, after all, the king now also had the subordinates of the [Endless One], and they did not dare to join the expedition that the king had decided on their own.

"Go ahead, it's been a long time since I've seen you in all your glory."

Kelly's words revealed a maturity and gentleness that did not match her immature countenance, which made the priests chuckle.

"The Wall of Arcatama!"

The voices of six hundred people converged together, and the energy in their hands condensed in the air, and finally condensed a huge ball of light before the rocket landed.

In an instant, a huge green light curtain enveloped the fighting warriors, and the flame arrow struck on the light curtain, like a bird throwing into the forest, no explosion, no burning, nothing, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and a trace of energy, and drilled into the light curtain in reverse, which made this defense stronger and stronger.

The rain of arrows was resisted, and six hundred and sixty-six Astarte monks who had traveled through the millennium stepped forward at the same time, thinking about the path that the king had taken.

Finally, the chief priests, who had been at the forefront, stepped into the realm that belonged to Akhand.

With a flicker, the black cloak shattered, and a high crown of ornate feathers was worn on the tall woman's long shawl hair, and on her body, armor and cloth and silk formed a perfect combination, a thin veil obscured the beautiful face, and a ceremonial dagger shone with amazing magic.

Helena Helweather, after a thousand years, reproduces the heyday of the chief priest of the Astarte Kingdom, and after a thousand years of waiting, she finally fought side by side with the king she loved for the first time.

"It's the second time I've seen his face and the first time I've been able to play with him."

The slender figure was decorated and accentuated by the armor, and Helena walked farther and farther away, her voice unwavering, but with an impulse to hide it and an irrepressible impulse.

Eventually, more priests entered the area and restored themselves to what they once were.

The [Law of the Jungle] rune spear in the hand of the natural priestess Lunara's hand shimmered with a verdant light like early spring grass sprouts, a refreshing mage shawl, and a small leather armor that made the child show off his innocence and playfulness and cuteness.

The white-bearded Báb's long beard fluttered in the wind, and as Akhan's wise man and former chief priest, he also held the obsidian ceremonial dagger that symbolized power and honor. What was different was his wrinkled and resolute face and his robe tattooed with a dark golden jungle python tattooed on it, on which the name of each priest was written. For this old man, who was not married and had children, and had dedicated his life to the kingdom of Astarte and the practice of magic, it was his relatives, family and children.

The eldest priest, Caloan [the Immortal], leaned on his staff and proudly lifted his head, which was covered with old age spots and had not much hair left. A long rune head sent him a steady stream of energy, and his wide arcane coat was covered with belts and scrolls and potions. The scrolls record the history of Astarte, and the potions were the work of the old man's life, and he took them with him to join every war of King Akhand.

"We are here, please don't worry about it."

As usual, the calm tone, but in Caroan's old eyes, which could barely be opened, staring at the Sigma Legion in the distance, revealed the most terrifying murderous aura!