"What!?" A big demon Huang Chengcheng's boy suddenly shrunk.

It's outrageous!

A breath away, it was a large group of unarmed outcasts, a large group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered without the ability to resist.

After a breath, the aura that bloomed from their bodies was already like a scorching sun, scorching the devil's retina.

The body, which had become a little thin due to lack of supplies, was inflated and swollen, and the toned muscles were hard to imagine that this was a mortal who had been barely fed for months, more like an elite soldier with adequate nutrition.

Don't have a weapon?

Unimportant!

A burning stick and a tree branch that they casually picked up from the ground were all infused with the power of the sacred night and turned into the most terrifying spiritual weapons. Their thin clothes, covered with black brilliance, immediately turned into armor that surpassed the strength of mortal heavy armor.

One by one, the dark Heroic Soul War Horse crossed the boundary between the spiritual realm and the mortal world, appeared beside the knights, rubbing the knights affectionately, and guiding them to turn over and get on the horse.

Rows of black-armored knights were pacing out of the midnight mist, their spears held high like a quiet forest, the tips of their spears flashing with murderous intent.

This scene evokes the memories of the old devils who have slept thousands of years ago, and the only answer haunts them like a dream demon.

What is A?

[Knights of the Night]!

In the last millennium, the elite who tore the army of demons to pieces!

"Impossible! Haven't they been destroyed in the outer space cracks? The Great Devil screamed.

In the sky, the conjoined kingdom of night and light was slowly descending, and next to their glorious kingdom, the kingdom of rest, which looked like a cross tombstone, descended simultaneously.

The god of rest is one of the cards of the twin goddesses, one of the answers.

In the most glorious hall in the kingdom of God, a bandaged, mummy-like figure was sitting upright on the first throne on the right hand side of the seat of the goddess of the night.

It wasn't a 'guest', that position only represented his position in the Temple of the Night Goddess.

It turns out that the seemingly independent god of rest is the first subordinate god under the throne of the goddess of the night!

That's right! If there was no cover from the god of rest, who was in charge of death, and secretly used divine power to protect those night elites who had been dead for hundreds of years, how could their souls be preserved for so long?

The gods of the entire Orthodox Church can be said to be allied, but when the time comes, how many of them really fulfill their obligations as allies?

It is not to hide the elite in the cracks of outer space that the enemy cannot see, but to hide it in the hands of subordinates who are not allies, but hidden under the noses of the orthodox gods.

This is the first card of the Goddess of the Night!

On the battlefield, the horses under the crotch of the night knights began to accelerate.

Unlike a living warhorse, the Heroic Warhorse's acceleration is outrageous, from a seemingly trotting action to an extraordinary top speed of 80 kilometers per hour, in less than 5 seconds.

The night knights, who held their heads high, put down the three-meter-long black spear at once.

A black storm appeared on the battlefield, and they rushed and swept towards the large devils who were often more than five meters tall without fear.

Faced with these terrifying-looking giant creatures, mortals tend to instinctively fear.

Not so with the Immortal Knight.

The faces of these knights are not clear, and even the outline of their bodies looks a little ethereal.

Each face represents a long, reverent, and fanatical memory. They were intertwined with the bodies of their present and descendants.

Hundreds of years of slumber and perseverance, in order to hand over an answer today.

From the moment they appeared in this world, the countdown to the survival of their souls began, and after tonight, whether they succeeded or not, their souls would pass away like a cloud of smoke.

The only reason they appeared was for such a blow.

The night was supposed to have only one color.

The Night Knight's attack gave people the illusion of being colorful.

They were like meteors piercing the night, one by one, one by one, and one by one, the strange black light shining easily penetrated the devil's formation, pierced life, and tore apart the soul.

While the blessed night spear is stabbed into the enemy's body and wreaks horrific damage, they are often pierced by the devil's claws or sharp limbs along with their attached bodies at the same moment.

It doesn't matter if they can't kill the devils in one blow, their comrades will accomplish their unfinished mission.

Furious roars, shrill howls filled the entire battlefield.

However, in less than half an hour, the entire battlefield fell silent.

It was the silence of the night!

Then!

The golden light of dawn has arrived!

One hundred thousand knights of light possessed their descendants, and the divine golden glow shimmered strangely with the rising sun.

A thousand years ago, the goddess of light held aloft the sacred banner under which mortals fought against the domination of evil.

A thousand years later, the golden light has once again become the banner, leading them to continue the fate of 'ruling the continent with a good camp'.

Archbishop Rodrisg stood in front of the grand entrance of the Great Basilica, arms raised.

"O all the righteous in the world! Raise our banner and show the world that good never gives in to evil! ”

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The golden knights let out a chorus of shouts, and from the high ground at the edge of the Great Templar, the exaggerated Heroic Horses ignored the rugged terrain and the steep mountain wall of sixty degrees, and rushed down like a bank.

Every heroic soul is devoted to this war with the purest mind.

The only way to fight, and then to win.

And if it fails, it is nothing more than the annihilation of goodness.

Compared to the sinking of the entire continent, the annihilation of individual souls is no longer worth mentioning.

Proud Golden Heroic Spirit......

Fight for honor!

Fight for the future!

Fight for victory!

Their target is the sharpest spear of the Demon King of Mortal Sin, the Demon King of Wrath!

Fifty kilometers!

This is a choking distance even for cavalry.

Under normal circumstances, in the era of cold weapons, there would not be any army that would run 50 kilometers and then attack the enemy.

Not so with the Knights of the Valhalla.

The light of the rising sun parted the thick clouds left and right, and a golden light fell from the sky, shining on the heads of each knight of light, and in an instant, the power of the holy light condensed, giving them the sharpness of the spear in their hands to destroy the devil!

The spears clenched by the knights slanted upward, and when the tip of the spear broke through the wind, the light turned into a golden banner that shone brightly.

Above the banner, the golden eye of light radiated an incomparable light.

The Seven Demon Gods of Great Sin, who really have the ability to confront the twin goddesses head-on, are only the two demon kings of [Arrogance] and [Anger].

If you can defeat the [Wrath] Demon King first, there is no doubt that you will fall into the rhythm of the twin goddesses.

It's like a replica of a thousand years ago!