"It is God's will!"

The look of excitement on the faces of the Crusader cavalry had completely washed away the exhaustion of their bodies.

They cheered desperately, and their voices were hoarse, venting the emotions in their chests.

The holy spear is a holy relic of the same level as the true cross and the ark of the covenant.

Now not only is the light of day reappearing in the Holy Land, but it has also shown them a real miracle.

This is even more inspiring than His Majesty the Pope holding the fragments of the True Cross and speaking to them in front of the battle array, after all, the fragments of the True Cross hidden in the cart will not help them defeat the dragon driven by the infidels.

Baron Fulk, who was trying to pull out the broken spear from his shoulder armor, was full of shock and fear.

His lips trembled.

"Holy Spear, that's the legendary Holy Spear!"

He squeezed a suppressed roar almost out of his throat: "Heavenly Father, I have become an enemy of the Guardian of the Holy Lance, and I will fall into Hell forever, and I will never be redeemed again"

Ivan, who was next to Baron Fulke, watched this scene with some blankness, as a Orthodox Christian who had converted to paganism, the faith he had originally held in his heart had also suffered a heavy blow.

It turns out that there is a God in this world

He looked back at the Mamluk cavalrymen with dead faces, and suddenly shouted in a loud voice: "What are you afraid of, our dragon is not dead yet, which shows that the gods worshiped by the pagans cannot match the brilliance of the holy fire!" ”

It seems to be in response to Ivan's words.

Ang –

The roar of the fire dragon overhead was like a thunderbolt exploding in winter.

Its huge eyes stared at the crowd of Lothar, the blood spilled turned into clusters of flames, and its whole body seemed to be bathed in a sea of fire.

Seeing its wings vibrate, it wanted to swoop down and burn all those annoying insects with the blazing dragon flame.

Shermael hurriedly calmed his partner's emotions: "Don't be impulsive, man, he just wants to provoke you and make you show your flaws." ”

"Be obedient, fly higher, let me look at the wound for you first."

His hands lit up with a green glow, trying to heal the fire dragon's wounds.

But as the green light was about to sprinkle on the fire dragon's wound, a golden divine light suddenly lit up, and in an instant, it expelled the healing spell that Shermel was trying to cast, and the golden holy light continued to burn like a bone appendage.

The pain made the anger in the fire dragon's eyes more and more intense, and the fire dragon, who was already manic, no longer ignored Master Shermail's advice, and plunged down, and the temperature in his mouth began to rise sharply.

"That dragon is rushing down!"

"It's not dead yet!"

It certainly doesn't die.

Even Jeanne couldn't have knocked the Karelian dragon incapacitated, let alone just a shot from Lothar.

If the vitality can be digitized, Lothar's shot will at most knock out a quarter of the Karelian Fire Dragon's HP.

The Crusader cavalry were a little agitated, but this time they didn't feel much fear, and their eyes brushed over the man sitting on the back of a giant horse, armed with a holy spear.

Rumble!

A flash of red lightning shot out from the Crusader camp.

Shermael hurriedly waved his staff to try to resist, but this lightning bolt was the attack of the blood circle built by Fringira relying on the blood of the unknown number of dead on the battlefield, how could it be so easy to block.

Red lightning shattered one magical barrier after another.

Like fireworks, there are ripples of color.

Until, it slammed into the dragon's massive body.

The red lightning, which had weakened most of its power, still caused the Karelian fire dragon to feel unspeakable pain, like a terrifying shock to the soul, so that it could no longer care about revenge and began to rise again.

Lothar's expression was indifferent, looking at the fire dragon that was almost about to fly out of the battlefield: "It's true that it's not dead, but it doesn't pose any threat to us." ”

One of the knights blurted out, "But why don't you just destroy it?" ”

Lothar chuckled and shouted, "Yes, that's right. God is omniscient and omnipotent, but why is He unwilling to destroy Satan, is there anything else in this world that even God can't do? ”

"Of course not."

His voice was penetrating, like a pious priest preaching impassionedly.

"That's because he gives people the freedom to choose between throwing themselves into Satan's arms or converting to the faith."

"Now, Heavenly Father has given me a holy spear to ward off evil, but that doesn't mean we can sit back and enjoy it while evil is driven out by Heavenly Father's power, and Heavenly Father won't do that."

"Only those who save themselves can be saved!"

Lothar's expression was full of piety, and at this moment, it seemed that even he believed in a miracle he had made up.

"All horsemen, knights, and knights who have been favored by the Father, now, raise your spears, swords, and hammers, and reorganize your arrays, so that the heretics may once again experience the faith and devotion of a true Christian!"

As Lothar's voice fell, the cheers of the people sounded like a tsunami again.

To be sure, Lothar was reluctant to act as a god, but in this day and age, there was nothing more useful than this.

The Crusader cavalry began to regroup, their banners like flowing currents.

Someone rode up to Lothar and asked, "Lord Marquis, what about that dragon?" ”

Lothar said without hesitation: "My squire will hold the holy spear in his hand, and always intimidate it, so that it does not dare to come closer. ”

Jeanne had already retrieved the Holy Spear at this time, and vaguely, she could still feel the dissatisfaction transmitted by the Holy Lance, as if she was disgusted that the energy injected into Lothar's body was too hot and not authentic enough.

She patted the barrel of the holy spear with a strange expression, and put it away.

The cavalrymen next to him gave them hot glances from time to time, as if they were envious of Jeanne's honor of being able to keep the holy spear for Lothar.

Baron Argonne took control of his mount and trotted to warn, "No, my lord, the Holy Lance can make those who possess it the greatest monarch, and it will also cost the life of those who lose it. ”

"I haven't lost it – I've entrusted it to the people I trust most."

Lothar laughed and teased, "Baron Argonne, I thank you for your loyalty, but I believe that my ancestor Charlemagne would not always carry a spear when he was in the toilet or out of courtesy. ”

The Habsburgs also have the lineage of Charlemagne, which is clearly documented in the lineage.

Baron Argonne also came to his senses and smiled a little awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my lord, but I was too nervous. ”

Lothar looked at Baron Argonne with a smile on his face, the only lord under his command who had not been transferred, but who was more loyal than the loyal system soldiers.

There is some sincerity and some falsehood, and Lothar doesn't care, and it doesn't matter.

Lothar's face was full of kindness and respect: "No, I have to thank you for your loyalty. ”

"Baron Argon, is it okay to follow me and carry the flag for me?"

The dust on Baron Argon's face was mixed with sweat, and it became mud marks, and he took the flying double-headed eagle banner from the hands of the winged cavalry behind Lothar, and said with some surprise: "Of course, it is incumbent on you, my lord! ”

Lothar bowed slightly, glanced back at the Crusader cavalry who had regrouped their ranks, and leveled the spears in their hands.

The forest-like cavalry spears were hung with various flags, and they were leveled along with Lothar.

The next moment, the dense sound of horses' hooves sounded like war drums again.

"Do God's will!"

"For the Holy Spear Manifestation!"

Hundreds of cavalry, inspired by infinite courage, they no longer fear life and death, like the snow-covered Alps, under the roar of Lothar, pouring down tons of snow.

Zahir's face became more and more ugly, and he glanced at Takiddin, who was not far away, and saw retreat in the other party's eyes.

The morale of both the enemy and the enemy, one has been eliminated and the other has been raised.

The Saracen cavalry, which was already inferior, had little chance of victory.

"Shoot your arrows, don't confront them head-on!"

Zahir was the first to speak.

"Send those Nubian cavalry forward and stop the enemy with javelins!"

Takiddin, who was in the distance, let out a long sigh, Zahir's order was not what he expected, it was a clever and not so clever approach.

Wisely, sending the Nubian cavalry to the front to die will most likely save the Kasaji Guard and the Mamluk elite under his command, but this also means that the last vestige of courage of these "elites" will also be gone.

"Are we going to lose again?"

A sense of powerlessness swelled in Takidin's heart, and in the confrontation, his own cavalry losses were far better than those of the Crusaders, and the two could almost fight a one-to-three battle loss.

Because the Crusader cavalry was strong in armor, their cavalry tactics were greatly limited; In terms of frontal charge, an all-powerful army like the Mamluks was inferior to the Crusader cavalry.

Coupled with the difference in the morale of the enemy and the enemy, this makes the disadvantage of your own side infinitely magnified.

He gritted his teeth: "Warriors blessed by the Holy Fire, don't forget, it is our natural mission to reclaim the Holy Land, we are outnumbered and equipped in no way inferior to the barbarian Franks, and King Saladin is watching us from behind, and now is the time for us to show our bravery." ”

"The flame is forever burning, supreme and great!"

He roared and once again ordered the horn to be sounded.