No one knows what happened on the battlefield, not even the Holy Spirit who arranged it all, and maybe only the enemies of the World King Guard Mage Regiment know what is happening now, but they are all dead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Order of the Devout is the most powerful war machine of the Holy See, even better than the Light of Science, they are true miracle workers, and because of the power of science, they are able to do things that many of the kings of the world's guards can't.

If a man is lucky enough to stand - to the jealousy of the Holy Spirit - to see the whole battlefield, then he will see everything that is happening on the battlefield, and it is a miraculous scene, like the final judgment battle in which science itself is involved.

A pure white glow spread across the green grasslands, washing away drops of blood from the blades of grass and wiping out patches of native warriors.

In the procession at the back of the battlefield, all the devout people chanted together, as if it were a grand opera, and everything they sang became a reality.

"I watched, and the heavens opened. ”

The light is bright, the dark clouds in the sky are swept away, the flying smoke and dust disappear without a trace, and there is only a clear space between heaven and earth.

"There was a white horse,

He who rides on a horse is called sincere and true,

He judges, and fights against ......"

The white light was like an army, running on the battlefield, and everywhere it went, there was only silence, all the filth and blood dissipated invisibly, and all the angry cries returned to silence. It was as if science itself had descended on the mortal realm, sweeping away his enemies with the unstoppable power of the gods.

It didn't look like war at all, but it was an absurd drama, but there was nothing to make people want to laugh at.

The Holy Spirit was bathed in the splendor of science, and his heart was at peace, and he knew that the outcome of the battle was sealed.

Every time a white light flickered, most of the phalanx disappeared into thin air, and soon the indigenous army fell into a panic in the face of the unknown, they wanted to do something, but they didn't know what to do.

This was exactly what the Holy Spirit was expecting, and the knight behind him had long since lost patience, and this sharp knife was sure to inflict a fatal wound if it lacked only one chance to attack.

Then the indigenous army began to retreat.

The Holy Spirit raised his sword high and swung it downward.

Like a lion biting down on a lamb's throat, two groups of cavalry rushed into the ranks of the native warriors at the same time, like a pair of fangs piercing into the soft arteries.

It was like a lion rushing into a flock, and the natives were powerless to stop the cavalry charge, and the tall horses slammed away all the warriors who dared to stop them with terrifying speed, leaving corpses and blood all the way behind.

But that wasn't enough, the Holy Spirit was like a sword, splitting everything that tried to stand in his way, but he wasn't happy with the outcome of the battle.

The natives' army was too large for the two cavalry to cut through the vast array in the time the Holy Spirit had hoped, and he could only hope for the panic caused by the devastating blow inflicted by the devout.

So far, things have not turned out in accordance with the Holy Spirit's expectations.

The natives were indeed retreating, and the phalanx holding back the cavalry was indeed vulnerable, but they still did not fall into real chaos enough to bring about a complete collapse.

So far, the natives have not discovered the shortcomings of the infantry and the pious in the new crusade, but they will see everything clearly after this retreat, so the Holy Spirit has only one chance to get a decisive victory.

But he was eventually disappointed.

As the cavalry procession cut through the two phalanxes that had initially blocked them, the Holy Spirit saw another phalanx waiting for them.

This is a square-adjusted phalanx, composed purely of pikemen, and although it cannot compete with the high mobility of the cavalry, it is enough to completely block the possibility of the Holy Spirit expanding the results of the battle in the current situation.

This would have caused the Holy Spirit an unquenchable sense of frustration, for in his time the infantry phalanx had long since disappeared completely, precisely because they were unable to resist the powerful cavalry.

But after becoming the Holy Spirit, he does not have any negative emotions.

Because of this, the Holy Spirit does not miss the opportunity to judge and make decisions out of anger and frustration.

He ordered the cavalry to continue the charge, desperate to charge.

This may result in the total annihilation of the cavalry, and the natives armed with spears have the opportunity to attack the knights on horseback, which can become very deadly when the cavalry charge is halted by the formation.

But the Holy Spirit gave the order anyway, knowing that casualties were inevitable, but the instincts formed through countless battles convinced the Holy Spirit that this would pay for a real victory.

Either the indigenous phalanx collapsed in the cavalry charge, leaving the entire retreating army in disarray, and eventually turned into a complete rout, trampling on each other, with numerous casualties, or the cavalry suffered heavy casualties in the face of the unrelenting phalanx, unable to continue the battle, and the inmobile infantry and the pious could not pursue, but could only watch the native army withdraw safely, and be passive in the rest of the war.

It all ended in an instant.

The Holy Spirit eventually led the cavalry through the blocking phalanx, but they were not victorious, the great collapse did not happen, and the devout harvested countless native soldiers who had not had time to retreat without paying any casualties, but it was only a perfectly acceptable sacrifice for the entire army.

It was a complete failure.

Despite the Holy Spirit's thoughts, he ordered all the commanders to shout at the soldiers around them that they had won a great victory, and for a moment everyone cheered and believed the claim, for it was almost true.

A year after the beginning of the new era of the king of the world, during the season of swallowtail flowering, the 4,500 New Crusaders fought against the 20,000 natives in the steppes of the center of the New World, and the natives were defeated and retreated in a hurry after losing thousands, while the New Crusaders lost only a few dozen knights.

The Holy Spirit knew that in the history books of a hundred years from now, this sudden battle would be so similar to the reality and yet so different.

In any case, at least the New Crusaders were very happy with the outcome of the campaign, and no one would be dissatisfied with the fact that they could win against an army four times their size after a sudden encounter.

"That's enough. ”

The Holy Spirit told Himself.

The war has only just begun.

......

Magellan was standing in the rainforest, watching the natives throw the bodies of the explorers into the swamp outside the camp.

The Spring Spring, which remained clean in the middle of a swamp of death, was the gateway to the Aztecs, and explorers died like blood-sucking insects attracted by the lights in the night, only to die before the finish line.