"Holy, holy, glory in my heart, glory in my body. Singing hymns with familiar tones but contents, the warriors in their armor with the Holy Cross on their armor stood in line and prepared to resist the onslaught of the cavalry of the Northern Army.

Armed with spears and heavily armoured, they did not have cavalry in their ranks, but were prepared purely in their own flesh to meet the tremendous onslaught of galloping horses.

Elk didn't have the heart to let these warriors die in vain, especially as a priest in the previous life, he knew that what the Holy Sect's army was good at was not attacking, but defending!

Defend justice and cut off evil. Guarding in the front and cutting in the back, it is precisely because the rebel army in the previous life is based on the Holy Cult army that it can have enough resilience and tenacity to fight against the black mages to the end in the face of the extreme disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy.

"I hearkened to the voice of my heart, saying, Come out of that city, my people, that you will not be partakers of his sins and of his plagues. With a neat and loud chanting, the armor of these warriors was covered with a faint golden light, as if it was cast from real gold, and it looked noble and indestructible from afar.

"It's not that I hear a voice from heaven again, but I hear the voice from my heart, that's what Gavin said before, and they now believe in the Lord of their hearts?", Al who was familiar with the Commandments immediately noticed that the scriptures recited by these holy soldiers were different from before.

"Holy Heaven, Holy Place, Hold fast to your heart above all things, for from this comes the fountain of life. ”

These brave warriors raised their shields and clenched their spears, firmly blocking the path of the cavalry of the Northern Army. Their faces were calm and solemn, without fear or fanaticism of fanaticism, but with a martyr-like calmness in the final generosity of dying and the melancholy peculiar to the extinguishing of life.

They are not stupid because of ignorance, and they value their lives as much as ordinary people, a great sentiment that makes a deliberate determination to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the faith they hold in their hearts.

Because of this, there is a strong and unique power.

In the blink of an eye, the fearless warrior and the fearless believer collided violently, spears and shields clashing, bursting with blinding firelight and piercing screams.

The barrel of the wooden spear was immediately broken, and the knights continued to draw their spare spears and continue to stab forward. Under the tremendous force, the war horses directly neighed and fell in pain, and their four hooves were broken, and they could no longer stand up, so they could only let their heavy bodies fall heavily on the mud, and their hair, which had been carefully cleaned and combed on weekdays, was stained with gray-black sludge.

The knights who were dismounted did not care about the broken ribs and the pain of the heart, let alone the war horses that they were carefully cared for and regarded as comrades-in-arms, but drew the short knives they carried with them and continued to fight.

Then they were either cut down or stabbed, and fell into the filthy mud along with the horses that were usually inseparable.

A very unbeautiful ending, but it is the most glorious destination for the knights. No one flinched, because everyone knew – this was the last battle.

The knights roared and roared with all their might, wanting to shine the last and most brilliant splendor of their lives on this battlefield, and wanted to use their last blood and passion to pave the way to victory for their comrades behind them.

Compared to the passion and roar of the knights of the Northern Army, the warriors of the Holy Cult Army were much quieter. They don't shout, and they don't shout slogans of victory. They closed their lips tightly, and the perseverance and stubbornness between their eyebrows and eyes were by no means inferior to the actual people of the Northern Army.

For these warriors who fought for their faith, the reason for standing here and fighting has been told thousands of times in their hearts, so why should they vent it with their mouths here?

"Enter by the narrow gate, for wide is the gate that leads to destruction, and the way is great, and many enter in. Narrow is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life, and few find it. ”

Was the door wide or narrow for the flesh and blood they sacrificed on this battlefield of slaughter?

They fought for it, sacrificed for it, did not complain for it, had no regrets for it, and that was enough.

Both sides have the power to sacrifice everything and make people shocked, but because of this, the knights of the Northern Army and the believers of the Western Army are entangled with each other and anxious with each other, and this death match is actually stalemate, and it will not be able to tell who wins and who loses for a while.

"Either way, it's enough to take your hat off and salute. Al sighed silently in his heart, "However, because of the change of faith, this Holy Sect Army is really much weaker than before, and there are many divine spells that cannot be released. Otherwise, if you are blessed with the magic of full spirit, quick thinking, etc., it will definitely not be able to resist a cavalry team in this area. ”

He looked a little anxiously in the direction of the Northern Army, "It's all this time, what are you waiting for, Reinhardt?

Al looked at the sacrifices of the Holy Cult soldiers in front of him, and his heart was not comfortable. Behind him was a large army of the entire Western Frontier Army, as well as a cavalry team that could fight well, and as long as he gave an order, he could immediately send a reserve army that was already eager to end the bitter battle in front of him.

However, he could not do so, because he knew that Reinhardt the Great had a secret weapon, and that he could not send a large force into battle until Reinhardt the Great had used such a killer weapon.

"Hurry up and use it, if you don't use it, it'll be too late, and when the two armies come together, you won't have a chance to use it." ”

As if hearing El's urging, Reinhardt the Great, who had already had a premonition, finally made up his mind.

"It's too late if you don't use it, although the sequelae will be very troublesome, and it may even lead to the loss of military morale, but now I can't care about so much, if this battle is lost, everything will be over." ”

With this in mind, Reinhardt the Great made a covert gesture towards one of his cronies who had been placed beside him.

"You can only use that kind of alchemy plague, and as for the cavalry who are still fighting in front, they can only give up all. ”

"But what if you want to explain it afterwards? There were unfavorable rumors against me in the city, and abandoning my comrades was a taboo in the army, and it might even cause a mutiny in the army. Reinhardt the Great has already begun to have a headache and how to explain it afterwards, but in his heart, as long as he uses this move, then this battle should be able to be won.

The horror of this poison had already been seen in Shining City. Even he, who claimed to be hard-hearted, was shocked by the tragic image of Shining City.