Floyd Columbus had embodied the true meaning of an emperor taking the field in person. His legendary power had not been granted by that title after he became emperor; it came from his own talent and strength.
The legendary His Majesty the Emperor, together with that extravagantly luxurious equipment, slaughtered his way across the battlefield. The instant Knight Damon charged out and collided with him, wave after wave of recoil shattered the divine power over his body and sent him flying backward.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
Damon lowered his head, staring in shock at the web between his thumb and forefinger as blood flowed from the split flesh.
The gap between Legendary Knights could not possibly be this vast. He looked across again. The emperor of the Florian Empire, gleaming with golden light from head to toe, was butchering the holy knights of the Holy Kingdom Knights.
"Leave it to us."
Behind Knight Damon, through the gaps between figures, white-robed knights appeared one after another, each holding a greatsword, bells hanging from their bodies and jingling softly. The End Judgment Tribunal of the Church of Dawn was small in number. They engaged the several hundred high-ranking knights beside Emperor Flor, using two against one to hold this elite imperial extraordinary force in place.
The one who had spoken to Damon was named Silas, a knight of the Supreme Cathedral on Dawn Holy Mountain. Day after day, he had once stood guard outside that cathedral. At this point, all of the Church of Dawn's Extraordinary Legions had appeared, except for the Adjudicator Guard, the Pope's personal guards.
"Church of Dawn, you started this war!"
The emperor of the Florian Empire pointed his golden longsword straight ahead. Silas bent his knees slightly, and the next instant, a sword-qi slash cleaved