"O glorious God of mercy, O merciful Lord of healing, O Supreme God of rebirth and love, Holy Shareya!

White light and flames erupted like volcanoes, and the purple demonic flames instantly froze in front of the holy wings. A heart-shaped drop of beautiful blood rose magnificently from the core of the city wall, and suddenly engulfed the stunned human-faced demon snake, completely crushing the murderous demon snake like a slow wheel rolling over a tiny poisonous insect, accompanied by the terrible scream of the distant wizard Essar.

"How could it be! This is the magic of the high-level pseudo-god Sharya! This is the mature high-level magic! This is the magic power that is close to the peak of the high-level! Only the gods of the false gods can ......"

Essar's skeletal face let out a terrible wail, his green flaming eyes glowing with despair. The Chaos wizard tried to raise his staff again with the last of his strength, but his voice and actions were interrupted by a sudden sharp wind, and the loud sound resounded like a cannon on the blood-stained battlefield.

"For only the valiant Divine Favor is worthy of the glorious Wolf Lord of Midland, for every lover of the Lord of the White Wolf will only be a great warrior!

A massive two-bladed steel spear thundered through the dying wizard's body, snatching the wizard into the air like a wolf's teeth piercing through thin dry bones. A majestic face with a beard looked at the prey struggling on the spearhead, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Get out into the nine hells of your slaarevil god! Kugan's old skeleton! I hope there are enough witches there to take pity on you monster who is not a human or a ghost!"

With a casual wave of the blade of the spear, red flames and white electric light surged through Essar's emaciated body at the same time. The divine flames and thunder and lightning burned magnificently, and almost instantly burned the Kugan wizard's body and robes, leaving only a charred skeleton that silently rolled down on the snowfield, turning into dust in an instant in the cold wind.

"Who else wants to be purified by the power of the great god of war, Yuric, this is the only chance to save your ugly souls!Who wants to come? Miss and gentlemen of Kugan?"

The voice of the spear's master had a careless smell and even a smile, but an indescribably tremendous force shook everything around him as he advanced. All the Chaos Dancers and Kugan Heavy Riders trembled involuntarily, as if their souls had been snatched by this terrible opponent.

The bearded knight wore a white wolf-headed helmet, and his silver-trimmed heavy armor covered his mighty body. A three-foot Seiko Hamaxe hung diagonally from his back, and Mithril's dwarven sacred runes and gemstone coats of arms shone indescribably on the steel blade. His mount was a strong, heavily armored half-griffon, flapping its lion-like claws from time to time, and its shoulders rose and fell in ecstasy with the beast's fighting spirit.

"Do you want to answer the gods of the god of war, Yurik, who does not like silence? Are the Kugan goats on the battlefield some bloody ladies and gentlemen?"

The tall, half-griffin knight curled his thick lips, his gray eyes full of contempt and confidence. The white mantle of the giant wolf danced wildly and majestically in the wind, and between the cloak shone a full moon-like coat of arms, and the warhammer and the vigorous white wolf radiated proudly surrounded by lightning.

"Kill!"

Almost abruptly waking up from their shock, Essar's guards let out a frantic roar at the same time. Their magical serpents danced and attacked, their spears and maces of wolf fangs showing traces of murderous intent, all anger directed at the majestic knight riding the half-griffin, and the great hatred of avenging their master burned in their hearts.

"Poor Kugan goats, why don't you look behind you? Oh, but probably you don't need to look at it!"

Two-edged spears swept through the ranks of the Chaos Guardians with lightning and blazing fire, throwing severed arms and stunned heads into the blue sky, and the roaring griffin swung its glittering claws to tear the Chaos cavalry into a bloody mist and flesh that dared to rush closer, both men and horses. In the light of the calcium carbide fire, the bearded god had already rushed through the chaotic array, and his laughter swept through the trembling hearts of the Kugan people with a playful wind.

"Holy Yuric is above! Holy Sigma is above!"

Suddenly, in an instant, a thousand harmonious thunderbolts surged through this bloody battlefield, followed by the sound of the tide of the sea trampled by the hooves of thousands of horses. The scarred northern land suddenly rose and fell violently, and countless banners and spears appeared on the southern horizon like an unstoppable tide of rage, and their thunderclap-like cries resounded in the sky.

"Warriors, all march! This is my order from General Chris!"

The griffon's beard suddenly became heavy, and his spear soared into the sky with a magnificent bolt of lightning and flame. A vigorous white wolf of light rushed towards the blue sky like a miracle in the fiery red flames, and at the same time the sound of the tide of the sea responded, short as an arrow, but with unstoppable power.

"All the army!

The voice is short, but the answerer is magnificent. Ten thousand horses' hooves with sturdy hooves slammed against the snow-covered earth, two thousand five hundred majestic throats focused on the moment of thunder, countless determined voices echoed in the sky like steel, a sea of spears and war hammers swept through everything, and the rushing wall of swords crashed against the flanks of the Kugan army.

Blood was sprinkled gorgeously, war hammers fell, spears pierced, and horses' hooves trampled enemies into flesh. The flag of the white wolf embroidered with the blue background and gold border on the blue background of Midlandland waved magnificently in the sky above the army, like a giant hand guiding the knights forward. On the left flank was a white and gray rank, on the right flank was a blue sword, and the cheetah's banner and St. Sigma's cross shone between the blue blades. The incomparable iron knights crushed the panicked and frenzied ranks of the Kugans, throwing flesh and wails into the blue sky like iron sticks and steel axes.

Five hundred Cheetah Knights and three hundred White Wolf Knights swung out like steel pincers on their wings, driving the enemy into the V-shaped encirclement, while hundreds of lightly armed musketeers crossed the Kugan like wind and lightning. Rain of blood and wails rose like volcanoes in the terrible siege of death, and the remnants of chaos instantly turned into the prey of madness.

The spearhead snapped in the cuirass, the scimitar cracked in the shield, and the stormy buckshot tore through the scale armor of the Kugan. The warriors of Midland marched in unison like a steel wall, their neat spears and heavy hooves piercing and trampling the frenzied enemy, completely crushing all the opponents who came upon them! The riders of Kugan seemed to be reduced to a chaotic prey and goats, and under the angry teeth of the white wolf, they were completely disqualified to resist, and a great sense of terror tore through their hearts, and these lightly armed riders had only the courage to flee for their lives.

"It seems that the warriors of my second wing and the troops of the temple have fought well enough, and even the core knights of the palace fort have not had time to play. But this is the glory of the Second Wing of the Cavalry of the Principality of Midland, and the Holy Ulric is on top, and they have lived up to the glory of me, the champion warrior of Ulric!"

General Chris effortlessly slashed through two Chaos Knights with his double-bladed spear, smiling and twisting his short beard. Suddenly, his eyes swept over Hyde and the others in the distance, and a special expression slipped over his heroic and funny face.

"Our young Highness Hyde is indeed a true genius, and he has slain the strongest of the Slaanesh Chosen within forty days of his awakening. Even his subordinates were favored by the White Wolf Valkyrie, and I don't think even our Divine Chosen One, His Highness Karl, had achieved such an achievement at the age of eighteen! This is a great joy for the Principality! I am afraid that there is nothing more fortunate than this! But, I suppose, our noble Royal Highness, may not be very happy......

Chris's humorous face suddenly became worried, his thick eyebrows drooped, and his self-talk became so low that only he seemed to be able to hear it. Smoke rose from the sky, and cries of victory rang out in the sky, but the mighty champion of Ulric fell silent, and his majestic half-griffin immediately chirped in a deep voice, as if he were also taking care of the worried knight.

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