Such a scene was unexpected by everyone, and the indescribable shock hit the hearts of every soldier, and the throbbing in their hearts made their pace slow down involuntarily.

The first thing the iron-clad Imperial soldiers had to face on the battlefield they provoked was not the same armor-clad warriors with sharp blades, but a group of indignant civilians, a flesh-and-blood barrier composed of old and weak women and children......

Those eyes full of anger and hostility were full of inviolable firmness and determination, even though they already knew the doomed end, they still stood in front of the enemy without hesitation, like a rock that could not be shaken, the spirit of vowing to live and die with their homeland, and the eyes that were not afraid of life and death were unforgettable and stirring.

There was a certain emotion in the hearts of the soldiers that inexplicably surged up, both respect and fear......

It was as if they had seen the power of the ancient magical empire, a strength that stemmed from unconquerable souls......

This is Osland? This is the land they are going to invade?

Countless heavy locomotives lined up in front of this group of civilians, and from a distance, it looked like a huge black shield between the two warring sides, and the steady stream of Imperial troops could only be blocked behind this shield. The knights on heavy motorcycles drew their fighting swords on their backs, and their sharp blades were aimed at the civilians in the distance, but they only waited in place.

The reason why the knights are still hesitant is that in addition to the awe from the bottom of their hearts, there is only one reason left, and that is what they engrave in their hearts - chivalry!

They can shed their blood without hesitation, they can slay their enemies with impunity, no matter what the name of the war is waged, whether they are invaders or guardians, and as part of the war, they are destined to carry a heavy burden of murder. However, even so, they still have their own bottom line......

They couldn't swing the blade of death at the old and weak women and children......

They are knights, and they have their own knightly ways......

"This is war! This is the battlefield! This is not the place where you weak should appear, senseless death does not bring victory and hope......" The knight at the head of the array shouted awe-inspiring at the civilians opposite, but even he didn't notice that there was a slight tremor in his words, "We are the [Black Knights] of the United Empire of Bacda, we have no intention of harming you, as long as you get out of the way, I can guarantee that our swords will not ......"

Before the knight could finish speaking, a huge shadow flew through the sky unexpectedly, and then a vague figure smashed down in front of him, stirring up countless rubble and dust, and in the smoke and dust raised, the fiery red back was extremely large and strong, and the shadow under the cage completely placed the knight in it, and his unspoken words were also forcibly blocked.

"Blindfolding...... Dole?"

"What? Is it rubbish of garbage?" "With a contemptuous and languid voice as rough as sand, the thick, completely muscular cervical vertebrae slowly turned, and the narrow eyes flashed with a chilling light, "Who is it...... Tell you to stop?"

"This ......" The knight froze in place in the face of Mondor's sudden questioning, not knowing how to explain.

"This is the battlefield!" Mondol slowly withdrew his terrifying gaze and said coldly, "The battlefield does not need mercy, even if it is garbage that can be crushed with bare hands, as long as he is in front of you, you must crush him......"

Mondol's last voice began to be filled with the desire and pleasure of killing, and the moment the words fell, his ready-to-go figure rushed out impatiently, rushing towards the barrier of flesh and blood not far away.

"Wait...... Wait a minute!" the knight had just realized that something was wrong, and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Mondol's cannonball-like figure exploded among the civilians in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, blood spilled from the sky like a torrential rain, his steel-hard body and strange speed were no match for a group of weaklings who were helpless.

"What are you hesitating about? This is an invasion, this is a killing, all we have to do is remove all obstacles in our way, war does not need mercy!" Mondor's almost frantic voice came from the blood-spattered images, "War is for the enjoyment of killing...... Wonderful time!"

The clear and translucent morning light finally lit up the deep and viscous sky, and thick white clouds floated between the blue sea and blue sky, and the icy wasteland was covered with layers of thick snow.

In the early morning, the Far North is immersed in a dreamlike pure white, as if it were a fairy tale world decorated with snow. The rising morning sun hangs lazily in the easternmost part of the sky, and the golden light is faintly sprinkled on the wasteland, gilding the snowy world with a brilliant golden edge, making it more magnificent and fairytale-like.

However, blood, swords, roars, and the abyss-like killing intent made the world, which should have been far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, begin to become hideous and terrifying. The shrill screech of metal grinding and earth-shattering roars intertwine with each other, condensing into a tragic and heavy dawn movement, a bloody and violent killing game in the morning light.

Neptune is transformed into a gruesome Shura field in purgatory, a hell on earth consumed by blood and corpses!

The Combined Imperial Army of Bhakda, dressed in pitch-black uniforms, and the resistance group of nearly 100,000 civilians were like two raging waves of the sea, finally tangled together, and the two waves of very different colors quickly penetrated into each other, and finally firmly mixed together.

The brilliant light of the magic crystal guns piercing the sky appeared and disappeared in the air, and the explosions were always mixed with a few screams; silver blades of various shapes reflected dazzling and dazzling cold in the snow field and morning light, sparks burst out from the thin and sharp edges, blooming between the faces that were resolute or greedy or solemn or desolate; scarlet liquid dripped on the snow-white earth one by one, slowly penetrating into the solidified ice and snow, like a red lotus blooming slowly, enchanting and charming with a fierce and lonely desolation。

However, this battle was overwhelmingly one-sided......

Both blood and death came from Osland's side.

One by one, the living beings bravely moved forward without hesitation, and finally turned into a cold corpse with mutilation, the blood stained the earth red, and gathered into a blood-colored and hideous lake, as if the purgatory of the underworld bloomed on the surface of the earth, exuding the terrifying aura of death......

It's just that......

War is so cruel and so merciless. Even though they knew that the underworld purgatory awaited them in front of them, there was only one path to purgatory in front of them, and they could only roar forward, mercilessly stepping over the corpses of their companions or enemies, and wielding their blades in despair in the face of the oncoming death......

Because they're also warriors of Osland!

Even if you are weak, you will never be conquered!