At that moment, outside Storm City's southern gate, warhorses neighed, but not a single human voice could be heard.
Five hundred fully armed Divine Wood Holy Knights sat astride their warhorses, gazing fervently toward the city wall, where Zhao Xianyu, the Divine Wood Mountain God, was displaying a divine miracle.
But the miracle contained neither a solemn divine manifestation nor any breathtaking magic. There were only a series of monotonous images.
That was right. These were the five images Zhao Xianyu had obtained after urgently performing divination four more times.
The first image was a paper figurine with an evil smile. The second was a snow-capped mountain reaching straight into the clouds. The third was a pitch-black swamp.
The fourth image was a vast emerald-green plain. In the fifth, five hundred Divine Wood Holy Knights were charging across the wilderness.
They looked ordinary, but in reality, they foretold the future.
A level-28 Divination Divine Art was indeed formidable.
That was why the five hundred Divine Wood Holy Knights about to enter battle were so excited. Hmm, did fanatics no longer need to think? Did fanatics no longer know how to consider things?
Wrong!
They could die in battle unconditionally for what they believed was right, but if they always threw their lives away unconditionally and senselessly, they would still lose their nerve.
Now, the god they worshiped could actually foresee the future. They might die, but they hated even more those otherworldly demons who had senselessly taken their family and friends from them!
Battle was their finest response.
"Our Lord Zhao Xianyu! Ten thousand victories!"
"Ho!"
Their perfectly synchronized cries shook the heavens. Then, led by Yous, the grand commander of the knightly order and heir to the War God's divine seat, the five hundred Divine Wood Holy Knights set