Lancelot's soldiers broke through the encirclement on the North Side.
But they did not leave. Instead, they continued turning right, sweeping toward the forces blocking their way back.
Another fierce charge began.
There were many Knights on this route, a full three thousand of them.
They were the elite gathered from several great kingdoms.
These Knights were enough to sweep through many kingdoms.
Now, they finally showed their worth. The more than five thousand Card Players were repeatedly smashed apart by their charges, killed more than three thousand times.
Yet fewer than two hundred Knights had died.
The enemy's combat skill absolutely could not be underestimated.
They were professional Soldiers, after all. They had over a decade of combat experience, while the older ones had thirty or even forty years behind them.
Yet Card Players rose from the dead one after another, and formations scattered by the charge gathered again. For an army of Ordinary People, that was almost impossible.
Once a formation was scattered on the battlefield, it completely lost its organization. It could only flee to the rear, use the cover of other formations, and regroup.
Although the Knights had long known this was the power of Demons, their morale still fell.
"Use lassos! Use iron nets! Tie them up!"
The Knight Chiefs promptly corrected their men's tactics.
Killing the enemy could not make them leave the battlefield.
Then trapping them would do just as well.
The Knights unfastened bags from their saddles. With practiced horsemanship, they pulled out lassos one after another and threw them at the Card Players.
They had learned this from barbarians, and it had caused these heavily armored Knights no end of suffering.
The Card Players had long prepared for this. They immediately put on long cloaks and Angel wings.
By increasing their