Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Heavy arrows fired from longbows struck knights clad in heavy armor.
The knights were unharmed, but the warhorses beneath them became pincushions.
Though the horses wore armor as well, their legs and eyes could not possibly be fully armored. Otherwise, they would not be able to run at all.
Once the warhorses fell, the heavily armored knights became tin cans.
Large numbers of enemy infantry rushed forward, swinging Spiked Maces as they began cracking open the cans.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
"Another earl's two hundred knights have been crushed," said the robed man commanding the battle from the rear, delighted.
"These foolish, stubborn blockheads will only see sense through blood and iron. Whoever can organize more troops and soldiers will win. I thought we would have to bring out gunpowder and muskets, but the organizational strength of a feudal empire alone has already knocked them flat," another robed woman said with a smile.
"This is as far as ordinary powers can go. But there are Evil Gods here too," the robed man said with a headache.
"To deal with Evil Gods, we can use the items exchanged from Black Tentacle to drive them away from this place." As she spoke, the robed woman took out a circular talisman.
Wenren Sheng recognized it at a glance. It was an Elder Sign.
It seemed Black Tentacle understood Evil Gods very well.
That made sense. Black Tentacle was itself an Evil God, so naturally it knew what it hated most.
The design principle behind this thing was indeed ingenious.
When children were bored, they might crush ants or leave them out to die in the sun. But if an anthill was built near a cesspit, even the stupidest child would stay far away.
Only cockroaches were not afraid of cesspits.
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