Clash

To the sound of pounding hoofbeats, the first thing that came into view was an extremely eye-catching crimson banner, embroidered in gold thread with the image of Saint George slaying the dragon.

"Those holy knights again."

Leon cursed under his breath. The English had long maintained a branch of the Order of Saint George along the border, and the Texans could be considered old rivals of the Order of Saint George.

"Heretical holy knights?"

Baron Charles snorted. "We've fought Mexico's holy knights too. They seemed mediocre at best. Nothing worth making such a fuss over."

Leon was immediately speechless. Aside from being somewhat polite when asking him for advice, this fellow seemed not to know how to spell humility.

"You weren't this arrogant when we beat you black and blue in the arena."

"That was because I wasn't serious!"

Baron Charles flushed red. As a descendant of a true dragon, if he fully activated the power of his bloodline and entered Half-Dragon Transformation, his raw strength would surpass Leon's, even as an elite centurion.

But unfortunately, his use of supernatural power was still crude. He had likely realized that himself, or he would not have taken the initiative to ask Leon to teach him some "new things" he had never taught anyone else.

"There's a saying in Texas: whether it's a nag or a fine steed can only be seen on the battlefield."

Leon abruptly changed the subject and said seriously, "Baron, the enemy's holy knight armor is enchanted. Firearms pose little threat to them, while the enchanted holy relics in their hands deal extra damage to us. So I need you to serve as the spearhead of our charge."

"No problem!"

Charles agreed without hesitation.

"And the four of you. I've dealt with users of holy radiance often enough