But Caesar only gave Philip and Aph a shield and a broadsword, and sent them both to heaven.

"Boy, take a good look at how a worthy Templar Knight should fight. ”

Just as several golden eagles pounced on Philip again, the Templars once again attacked first, launching a fierce charge against an enemy at least a hundred times their size in a thin cone-shaped formation.

Philip controlled Arthur to dodge the claws of a golden eagle and cut off half of its wings, and the phantom not far away also flickered, using a single horn to make a huge hole in the neck of a golden eagle.

Infected by the Templars below, Philip and the others also began to take the initiative to attack these huge birds of prey.

The sky had begun to lighten, the sun had dispelled the mist that had shrouded the earth, and Philip could see clearly that the armor of the Templars had once again turned into a hideous battle mode, only this time the inscriptions and patterns on the armor were barely visible.

All the knights bowed down, hiding themselves behind the velociraptor in its broad, armor, revealing only a pair of eyes and a tuft of tasseled hair on the top of their heads.

Blue, gold, green, and red, four different colors that represent the four paladin teams.

The knights carefully controlled the speed of their horses, from slow to fast, and by the time they were less than 500 meters close to the steppe people, they had increased to the extreme.

At this moment, the Holy Knight in the middle of the team didn't know what to shout, even if he was in the air, Philip could feel a powerful spiritual power fluctuation coming, which made him involuntarily stunned for a moment, and was almost shot by an iron arrow.

Philip struck the iron arrow, and with a single sword, cut off the golden eagle's huge claws, causing the big bird to let out a sharp wail of pain, and the empty knight above also screamed and fell downward.

And Philip's gaze was firmly locked on the charging team on the other side, not knowing if it was a hallucination, he felt a thick aura of divine power coming, and a huge spot of light appeared at the feet of the Holy Knight.

The light spots seemed to be composed of irregular geometric figures, the lines were concise, the shapes were simple and elegant, and they spread from the feet of the Holy Knights to the entire Templar Knights at a rapid speed, like a giant lotus flower enveloping the entire team.

What's even more bizarre is that this pattern has no color, no light, it seems to be only imprinted in consciousness, it looks unusually clear and unrecognizable, and it seems mysterious.

With this light spot, the speed of the entire team increased by two times out of thin air, even including the war beast under the crotch, and it slammed into the battle column of the steppe people with a fierce head.

War Aura!

Philip couldn't hold back his excitement and shouted loudly, slashing an empty knight into two pieces, and Arthur also used his own kinetic light wave to blast the last and largest golden eagle into a bloody feather.

Philip never thought that he would see such a magical scene on this continent, even if the massive number of unfamiliar steppe iron horses in front of him proved that something as unnatural as a portal would also appear in this land, but he still did not witness the wonder of the aura of war.

Although I don't know the principle of this side, it is clear that this mighty army that is raging in the thick formation of the steppe people has far surpassed the ordinary cold weapon confrontation, with a trace of magic, and has essentially become a team capable of creating any miracle.

Sure enough, standing in the way of the Templar Knights were a full 40,000-strong Iron Weasel Cavalry, and the steppe knights on top even abandoned their traditional scimitars and instead raised their hastily prepared wooden spears.

But unfortunately, in front of the velociraptors, whose speed and strength have increased several times, neither these spears nor the ferrets below have any other fate than one of them being smashed in the face.

Have you ever seen a flesh and blood use a wooden spear to stop a tank charge, that's the only end.

Together, the humans and beasts wrapped in heavy armor weighed several tons, and the tremendous momentum brought by such a high-speed charge made every tiny edge and spike on it a killing weapon.

The wolf cavalry on the flanks rushed forward fearlessly, and threw themselves into the ranks with all their might, trying to leave some memento for the knights above the majestic beast on the opposite side with their scimitars and the claws of the beasts.

But instead of causing any wounds, the well-made scimitars slashed at the tough skin and armor caused them to bounce back, causing the fiercest warriors of the steppe to scream and fall into their own ranks, where they were trampled into flesh.

The steppe people in the distance were constantly raining arrows on the area, so cloudy that Philip did not dare to fly too low, but the arrows either could not keep up with the speed of the knights and fell behind, or they were helpless against their luxurious armor.

Each velociraptor seems to have been trained to keep its head at a reasonable angle at all times, so that the arrows can only ping-pong their heavy head armor, but the angle does not hurt the fragile eyes below.

And those tall knights above, as long as they hold their sharp broadswords diagonally, can cut countless human heads with super-fast speed.

No steppe man's armor could stop this kind of damage, not even those who had steel plates in key parts, and their performance was not much different from ordinary steppe warriors except that they were able to avoid vital points before dying.

But such a ferocious enemy, even if it was just a side, would tear out a huge wound in their body.

The speed awakeners who tried to pounce like fleas from a height into the crowd were torn to shreds by the spikes and sharp edges of their helmets and shoulder armor before they could land.

In just a quarter of an hour, the more than 20,000 Knights of the Templar had slaughtered a full 20 phalanxes within 10 kilometers, whether it was a hard, stocky ferret, a steppe wolf with sharp claws and teeth, or a stronger xenorich, the only thing they had in common was that they had all turned into mangled corpses, covering the plains behind them.

The attentive Philip discovered that the Templars were not just going their own way, and that their formations were constantly changing as they frantically advanced.

The whole team was like a golden dragon, and the formation rose and shrank in a small range as if it was breathing.

With each telescopic movement, the knights on the outer layer will indent the internal adjustment, while the knights on the inner layer will move outward in an orderly manner, one column after another, to replace the empty slots.

Until this moment, not a single knight has been left behind or seriously injured.

And those damage from all kinds of Awakened elemental classes, because they can't form a scale advantage, it seems to have no effect at all when they collide with the Templars.

It seems that there are other secrets to these armors and war auras, but Philip can't understand them.

He and Afu joined and flew to the front of the group, guiding them in the direction, and he could already see the huge portal with a blue-gray sheen in the distance.

Philip didn't know how long the magical gate had been open, but even if it had started when he left, it wouldn't have been more than seven hours at most.

But one thing is certain, that is, the more than two million people who spread the entire plain in front of him must not be all, because in the distance he can still see the black crowd moving in different directions.

In the end, they were one step too late after all, and these steppe people had already calculated the time.

There was only one thing they didn't expect, and that was that the combat power of the Templar Knights in front of them would be so powerful.

I don't know if the steppe people below recognized the identity of the temple knights, under the command of the northern steppe Daxun Tulisa, more steppe people gathered here, and they were not afraid of death to block the knights' forward path with their flesh and blood.

In particular, there were more than three hundred tall and majestic menacings, each of them not inferior in height and physique, and even the two huge tusks were tied to a wooden shelf, which was full of sharp scimitars.

If such a giant beast is allowed to collide head-on, even if the Templar Knights are unmatched, I am afraid they will have to pay a heavy price, in the era of cold weapons, weight and size often determine the size of strength.

Even though Philip knew that battle would inevitably mean sacrifice, he still let the perfect plot in his heart haunt him, and he didn't want to see even a single Templar damaged.

He flew above the Holy Knight, loudly alerting the giant beast in front of him, exerting the irreplaceable reconnaissance ability of the Sky Knight.

And the Holy Knight Augustine reacted quickly, and did not have the stubbornness and arrogance he imagined, but waved his hand to Philip gratefully, an elder who always maintained humility and grace, and it was hard not to like it.

Just as the whole team approached the behemoths less than a kilometer away, with a command, the Templars began to split from the middle, rushing diagonally towards the wings, enveloping the behemoths inside.

With a roar from the four paladins, the aura under the feet of the four teams changed to a different shape, the shape was completely different from just now, but the same simple and mysterious, but in Philip's consciousness, the brightness was not as vivid as it seemed just now.

Among them, Caesar's aura is dark gold as a whole, with a circular pattern as the base, like a rising sun, exuding bursts of warmth.

Alsace's aura is the same as his armor, dark blue, with complex patterns, like tangled vines interlocking, giving people a slightly eerie and mysterious feeling.

The aura patterns of the other two paladins are also different, but in general, there is a certain gap between them and the aura of the Holy Knight Augustine in terms of complexity and coverage.

Looking at the mystical and familiar patterns, Philip suddenly realized something, because their style was very similar to the lines on the core.

It's unclear how the temple concretizes these auras, but it's clear what they do, and it's through them that the paladin's awakening abilities are strengthened to every knight on the team.