Upper Underdark.

In the cavern where the Obsidian Tower stood, squads of Saint Gun Knights were lined up neatly in the open ground beneath the tower. The Blood Elves sat upright on their Bronze Galloping Horses, wearing Enchanted Armor, gripping Avenger 47s in both hands, with long swords on their backs and rows of grenades hanging from their tactical belts.

They were organized into squads of twenty, with five squads making up a company.

Each squad had four Blood Elves whose weapons differed from the others: two Rambo's Guns and two Rocket Launchers. Their strength was clearly a cut above the rest.

This was a battalion of the Saint Gun Knights, composed entirely of elite Blood Knights.

Battalion commander Vandus stood before the formation. The other five Rayne's Heavenly Soldiers each led their own company. The atmosphere was solemn, and many of the Blood Elves were infected by it, a trace of nervousness showing on their faces.

Although they had spent more than two months training, completely mastering the new weapons and becoming proficient in the new tactics, and although they had experienced many battles and survived tests of life and death, they still could not help feeling some unease when battle was imminent.

Besides, this was the Underdark, and they had heard that their enemy this time was the Dark Elves.

Those evil and dangerous Drow!

At that moment, several beams of light descended from the tower, revealing three figures.

One was a tall, strongly built young human. He wore light Mithril armor and a large blood-red cloak hung behind him. His expression was gentle, but the moment the Blood Elves saw him, they all straightened up, filled with awe.

Lord Rayne Augustus, the lord to whom all the Saint Gun Knights had sworn allegiance.

The second was somewhat shorter, breathtakingly