Elena sat on top of her warhorse, squinting slightly, looking around nervously.

It was the early hours of the morning. The golden armor shrouded her and her mount, and it should have been conspicuous enough at night—it wasn't. The Battle Monks chanted the prayer of the Lord of Light, and the knights gathered in array, ready to crush anything that dared to stand in their way. They were the strongest armies on the entire continent, but the girl couldn't say for sure that they would be able to win this time.

A few minutes earlier, a high-pitched howl had pierced the dense forest, waking everyone stationed in the palace. She was talking to Herman at the time, and the "Silver Sword" of the Church only hesitated for a few seconds before making the decision to prepare for battle.

"You want to go to war, right?" He looked into the distance, his voice calm, "Then follow me." ”

So she mounted her horse and followed Herman to the center of the military formation to watch the preparation of the soldiers of the Sect. This was also due to her status as a 'messenger of the gods' - just as she was allowed to attend the officers' meetings. At first, the girl was a little unaccustomed to this, but it was Herman and Shirley who dispeld her concerns.

"Although honor is something outside the body, it also has its value." The Templar "Seventh" told her that "the power of the individual is always limited, and fame and status are powerful in the pursuit of one's ideals." He then straightened his face, "Of course, it can be slack, but it can also be sobering. We must always be suspicious and examine ourselves at all times to avoid going astray. ”

"With great power comes great responsibility." At that time, Shirley added with a grin, "But don't worry, it was Rector's decision to form an alliance with the Empire, and even if something goes wrong, you won't be blamed!" ”

Elena exhaled, holding the hammer in her right hand and clutching her cloak with the other. She didn't hide her worries. It may have seemed like a common pre-war unease to Herman and the others, but she knew it was more than that.

The wolf howl a moment ago was far away and long, cold as a lonely peak, almost creepy...... But it's inexplicably familiar. Elena couldn't understand the wolf's language, but instinctively understood that it was the other party...... It's Lily Nono, or September ...... A warning to them.

- If you don't want to die, leave.

She certainly won't leave. Ever since she was separated from Ariel, Elena has been prepared to face this moment. But even if September and Ariel are far from human, they will never be able to stand up to the army in front of them on their own. So those who came with them were the "gods of the world" that September had mentioned, or some other power?

The answer was revealed. It wasn't a silver-white giant wolf or a similar giant beast that appeared in sight, which made Elena breathe a sigh of relief and some confusion. She saw rows of tall, thin figures cutting through the forest, holding simple weapons in their hands, without armor, and only covered with rough cloth. Silent and grim, they silently slid towards the front of the Cult's battle columns, like ghosts.

…… Is it a Thatch?

Elena couldn't trust her judgment for a moment. The army in front of her was too far from what she had seen in the wasteland. The tribal warriors of the memory painted their bodies in oil paint, and with wild battle cries, fearlessly pounced on their enemies, the Thatchi of the rest of the tribes. Their captain was always the bravest of warriors, and when he fell, another man took his place. Hylancia had told her that it would take at least forty percent of the battle damage to completely defeat such a 'force'.

However, the warriors in front of them were bare and dark-brown, and only the chanting of the monks and the slogans of the knights could be heard. The girl couldn't read the description of the 'enemy army', but instinctively noticed that they were missing something...... Necessary things.

"Glory to the Lord of Light, knights! Charge! ”

Herman's voice resounded across the battlefield. The Shining Knights rode forward, piercing the Saatchi array. What ensued was almost predictable—no human soldier, no matter how brave he was, could no match the hordes of heavy cavalry, not to mention the lack of spears or shields.

The war horse leaped into the enemy group, and the originally neat array instantly staggered. The soldiers in the front row were either thrown into the air and stepped under their hooves, or pierced by sharp spears. Elena followed, and saw the knights in a uniform deflection direction, using the momentum of the charge to impale the enemy's flank.

They didn't get their way. ...... who should have died No, the dead enemy is holding them back.

The corpse hanging from the tip of the spear stretched out its arms and dug its fingertips deep into the horse's eyes. The horses roared in pain, nearly overturning the riders, and the team immediately disorganized. The enemy who had been trampled to death by his horses also rose from the ground, dragging his limbs twisted at strange angles, his battle axe still firmly in his hand.

A part of the lucky knights still rushed out. The rest threw aside their spears, jumped off their horses, and swung their swords at those who were not yet dead.

Under the protection of divine arts, even if the Shining Knight is wearing heavy armor, his infantry combat strength is also considerable. Strict training and firm belief also keep them from panicking due to the current changes. The sword easily cleaves flesh, severing bones, and completely separating the limbs of the dead from their bodies.

But it was all in vain. The body that had lost its arm continued to pounce on them, and the arm that had lost its body seemed to retain its will. They stubbornly clinging to the knight's torso, tearing at helmets, choking their throats, and even reaching through the gaps between their heavy armor and visor, attacking by any means possible.

That's not even the worst. A knight swung his sword and slashed off several fingers, and they quickly disappeared. A short time later, the knight dropped his sword, took off his armor in a panic, widened his eyes, and reached out to dig into his throat. After a few moments, his steps began to stagger and his mouth was wide open, but he could not make any sound. Eventually, he fell to the ground with a bang, no longer moving, still without any scars on his body.

The girl looked at the scene in amazement and saw that the knights had slowed down their attacks—not out of fear, but because they had no value.

However, the enemy will not wait. The dead delayed the knights, and the unclear fate of the enemy troops, but with their limbs intact, arrived and swung their deadly blades at them. The knights formed a defensive position and struggled to break out, while people kept falling. The light of the divine spell radiated from them, symbolizing the passing of life.

Elena turned her head and saw Herman turn and dismount, draw her sword from her waist, and gallop quickly to the position of the battle. Without much thought, she left her horse aside, chanting a prayer in her heart, trying to keep up with the Silver Sword.

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