Tuchel stepped forward, his greatsword slashed diagonally, the light on the blade slowly spreading like ripples.

With a twist of his wrist, Cattroman's long knife stabbed into the enemy's body and slammed it out from the bottom up. The sword qi was fierce, the blood was rushing to the sky, and the corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and he took advantage of the situation to turn around, the swords intersected, and the two of them were together.

The opponent easily blocked his full blow. Tuchel's heart was awe-struck, and he clenched the silver greatsword in both hands, slashing horizontally in succession, and for a moment the holy light stirred, and the afterimage of the sword crisscrossed and crisscrossed. He knew that Carter Roman's breath was relieved and he would inevitably attack with all his might, so he set up his sword qi in advance to delay as much time as possible.

For Innedir, but also for the soldiers under his command. Since the beginning of the battle, there have been no less than 30 masters in the army who have fallen under the knife of Cartroman, and if this continues, the new army of light will collapse on all fronts.

Only Tuchel, the interim commander of the New Army of Light, can make a few moves against him. And that's exactly what he did, and after issuing the order to "hold on", Tuchel personally greeted him.

"Look for death!" Carter Roman snorted disdainfully, as a legendary warrior, his mastery of the long knife was to the extreme. The blade is still upside down, and the front half of the blade is covered with a layer of viscous blood, expanding and contracting, like a living thing.

The tip of the blood-condensing sword, when it touched the sword light, melted it instantly. The sword net that Tuchel had worked so hard to lay was easily cracked, and his expression was solemn, and his long sword crossed his chest, slowly exhaling a turbid breath.

Cat Roman's brilliance lies in turning the pauses between moves into the momentum of the next move. This reflects his thorough grasp of the battle situation and his perfect swordsmanship.

After cracking the sword net, Cartroman's attack was continuous, surging like water.

Only true Legendary Warriors. Tuchel only then realized their horrors. He struggled to hold on, trying to find the opponent's flaws and fight back, but Carter Roman's knife moves were flawless, and there were no flaws at all.

And Carter Roman's every move is carried with amazing destructive power. Tuchel had to retreat in quick succession to dodge the seemingly flimsy slashes.

Snort-

Carter Roman swept past him. A line of blood rushed out. Trying to dodge attacks in front of the agile Legendary Warrior, Tuchel took it for granted.

"General, capture him alive!" commanded King Nacini on horseback. He was still quite interested in this temporary commander of the Bright New Army.

"As the king wished. Carter Roman, laughing loudly and confidently replied. His aggressive attack was soothed, but more dense, like a net from heaven and earth, leaving Tuchel with nowhere to run.

"Don't think!" felt a great humiliation. Tuchel let out a roar and raised his sword in the air. The next moment, the long sword fell, and at the same time as the fan-shaped sword light appeared, he rushed forward with both feet, and used a knight's "thrust".

"Want to escape?" Seeing that he was exposed, this move didn't even care about his own safety, just to break out of the knife circle. Cartroman's face smiled coldly, and his body turned into a blood-colored rainbow light. chased after him.

Fight and fight, run and run, Tuchel is the first time he has been so wolf. He was about to turn around and fight with Cartroman, only to find that the light in the sky had suddenly dimmed.

The whole world was darkened.

Hundreds of priests sang in unison. In the rear camp of the Guangming New Army, a melodious chant sounded.

Innedil stood in the air above the priest's phalanx, and the majestic holy power gradually gathered, and he flicked his five fingers to guide this holy power to condense and form.

A statue of the Holy Spirit warrior more than 100 meters high. Be shaped alive. It has a silver helmet and silver armor, an indifferent face, and a sharp and angular war hammer, and its body is radiant and majestic.

The Holy Spirit warrior stepped forward, the huge soles of his feet lifted and fell, and the place where he stepped was powdered. The Snowton soldiers who faced him gasped in unison.

This is an irresistible miracle.

Carter Romane stood still, no longer chasing, and let Tuchel slip away. He looked up at the Holy Spirit and clenched the long knife in his hand, ready to face it.

"I'll come. With a word, King Nacini passed by him and went straight to him.

Vermilion energy burst out from the top of his head, like a reckless wolf smoke, rushing straight into the sky. Then, the rich blood qi diffused, and the same phantom that stood up to the sky and the earth, with long hair scattered and muscles bulging, clenched into fists, and fought with the Holy Spirit.

"Spread out the formation and continue the attack!" Cartroman, taking command, ordered the soldiers to bypass from both sides and attack the scattered lines of the New Army of Light.

At the same time, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the west. A hideous heavy cavalry attacked the Fifth Army of the Bright New Army, which had just been put into the battlefield, from the flank and rear.

Ink-stained black flags without any pattern on the flag. The Fifth Army, which was unstable, was crushed by the rolling iron stream before it could react. Looking at the north and south of the continent, there is very little army that can organize effective resistance in the face of the terrifying charge of the "black flag".

It was precisely because the Fifth Army returned to the division to rescue that the "Black Flag" was able to cross the river without interference, and they set up a position and went up the river, gradually increasing their speed until they launched a fatal blow.

The northwest corner has all fallen, the southwest corner has completely collapsed, and only the northeast corner of the large camp of the Guangming New Army remains. Under the joint attack of the "Blue Clothes Long Shot" and the "Horizontal Knife Battalion", this last position was also in danger.

"Retreat!" Tuchel ordered in a loud voice, relieving himself. He intended to concentrate the remnants of his forces behind the Holy Spirit warriors and reorganize the line under its cover.

At this moment, a bloody light flashed in the corner of his eye, and Cartroman, with a knife in his backhand, flew towards the priest order behind him.

"Stop him!" Tuchel was taken aback, and hurriedly beckoned his men to come and stop him. If the chanting priest is assassinated by Cartroman, then the battle between the giants will not be able to maintain the balance of power.

Dozens of paladins gathered around, and Cartromans let out a shout, his long knife dancing like a wheel. The first wave of attack was repulsed, and the second wave of attack struck again, and at this moment, he raised his hand and threw the knife wheel in his hand, and he used his palm as a blade, condensed his strength, and blocked the swinging sword.

Tuchel looked back in astonishment as he heard a scream behind him, only to see the spinning knife wheel explode through the priests' phalanx, killing all the priests nearby.

Affected by this, the Holy Spirit warrior also stopped for a moment. The Scarlet Phantom seized its hands, and King Nacini leaped to his feet and slashed down from the top of his head.

Like a sword cutting through the mountains, the Lion King floated to the ground, and the shattered holy light in the sky was the hope of the destruction of the new army of light.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）