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The next scene is probably that the old madman named Wommel will be cut in half by the black knight who is as imposing as a mountain, and then the intestines and other internal organs will fly out like snowflakes.

Thinking of that picture, the militia captain had no strength to stand up at all.

It's dead.

He said this to himself.

It's not just that the old madman out there is dead, it's also that he himself is dead.

He had had fantasies before, thinking that those demon seeds in the northern lands were nothing more than that.

But when he actually saw those people, he realized how wrong he was.

His mind was blank now, and his hands and feet were completely unresponsive, so he could only sit by the wall, waiting for the final moment to come.

"I haven't tasted little Ruth yet......" he said to himself with great regret, knowing that he would not be so sad to save that little money, anyway, it would be better to die and be happy before he died.

He kept thinking about all the good things in the first half of his life, the wine of Central Castle, the lights of Sunderland, and the face of the girl he met at the age of sixteen, whose name he could no longer remember.

The next moment.

Nothing happened.

It was quiet.

The silence is a bit incredible.

The militia captain was stunned for three seconds before he dared to slowly turn his head to look outside the city.

The man named Wommel was not dead.

He actually didn't die!

As the militia captain expected, the black-armored demon seed slashed towards Wommel.

But Wommel was not afraid of danger, he actually stood up, and pointed against the long knife that had been cut off at the head.

That's right, just a finger against it.

Wommel's finger seemed to have magical power, and it was so sharp that it was enough to cut all three Wommel in half.

Incredible.

The demon knight also didn't expect such a thing to happen at all, he snorted coldly, and was about to raise his knife and slash again.

But what he didn't expect at all was that his knife was, unexpectedly, unable to lift it.

It was as if a mountain was pressing on his knife, and he desperately tried to lift the knife, but at last the whole person twisted a little the reindeer, and he couldn't move the knife in the slightest.

"You are blaspheming the majesty of God. Wommel whispered in a solemn voice, and the finger against the knife stepped forward again, and the knight flew out of the air.

The militia captain opened his mouth wide and was completely unaware of what was happening.

He only thought he must be dreaming.

Actually......

Actually won?

He hit himself in the face with his hand.

Not an illusion.

"Oh my God......" he could only marvel at.

But then, he came to his senses again.

Even if Wommel could defeat this knight, there are thousands of such knights behind him.

And what can Wommel do?

The joy that had just surged into my heart immediately turned into another complete despair.

The reality is just too harsh.

Even the slightest hope will be like a small wave, and it will be immediately drowned by the rushing sea.

"Stop here. Wommel struck a man with one finger, took a step ahead, raised his palm, and said in a low and solemn voice.

It was as if the place where he stood was not a flat land, but a high mountain.

"Hubris!" said the knight who had been knocked away, and roared, "the first cavalry charges, and trample these ignorant humans to pulp!"

When the army heard this, the 1st Cavalry immediately charged towards Wommel.

Hundreds of heavily armed black-armored knights charged in three columns in an extremely tight formation.

With the speed of their charge, let alone a few of them, even a whole group of elite infantry of the human race would be crushed in an instant.

"No traffic!" Wommel simply stretched out his palm and shouted in the face of the tidal cavalry charge.

In comparison, those who followed him behind him were not as good as him.

Although they all saw the existence of God, they still did not have the same faith in God as Wommel.

Wommer really gave everything he had to God, and he firmly believed that he had God's protection, and that no one in this world could kill him.

And those people, when they were charging with cavalry, they couldn't help but open their eyes, and they looked like they were about to run away from standing up directly from the ground when they had poor endurance.

As for the militia captain, he was directly shaken to the ground by the rumbling roar of the iron horse.

His hands clung to the walls, fearing that they would be crushed by this charge.

Then he saw it, a miracle.

Miracles.

If it is said that hundreds of iron horsemen are charging forward, a person can still rely on the palm of one hand not to be crushed.

So what is this not a miracle?

From that moment on, the militia captain began to believe that there was a god in this world.

Otherwise, how can it be proved that a mortal who was ordinary and even fragile a few days ago can block the charge of a hundred horsemen with one palm at this moment?

Again.

Wommel, blocked.

He still maintained the movement of stretching his palms, and the iron horses, when they rushed in front of him, were all resisted by an invisible force.

The Iron Rider kept crashing in front of Wommel.

The Iron Rider is surging.

but all of them fell.

In the end, those iron riders in front blocked the path of the iron horses behind, colliding front and back, and a terrible stampede occurred.

If it weren't for the fact that the cavalry of the demon seed was indeed well-trained, they reacted immediately and evacuated the team, I'm afraid that just stampede would be enough to kill and wound half of this cavalry.

After this rush, the demon seeds all had scruples in their hearts, and they all turned their heads and looked at the knight who was knocked away at the beginning.

Their cavalry is only the vanguard of the entire army, and the large army is still behind, if the people behind them know that they are stopped and cannot move forward because of a few people in this area, I am afraid that they will not be able to raise their heads in the army at all in the future.

"Let me ......" the cavalry commander recalled his mount, turned over again, raised the long knife in his hand, pointed at Wommel, and said sharply, "Charge!!

The whole army charged.

It was a real tidal charge, and the militia captain felt that this charge was enough to penetrate the entire fragile Frostwind City.

This is, the real test.

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