The Nightmare Knights and the Golden Tiger Knights fought until the skies were dark with smoke; the Order of Penitent Knights and the Raging Bear Knights battered each other until their heads were bloodied; the Dawn Knights and the Blood Lion Knights battled until rivers of blood flowed. Meanwhile, the Blood Qin forces and the undead army struck this side one moment and that side the next. The four factions fought until their heads were bloodied, and the chaos of the battle was so muddled that no one could make sense of what was happening here.
Under the command of Leon, the Golden Lionman Prince, the towering Titan giants would charge the allied continental army's camp now and then, kill tens of thousands of soldiers, then slowly withdraw. At other times, they would suddenly hurl several boulders at the Blood Qin Empire's troops. After smashing a few Heavenly Temple bald heads, they would excitedly whoop and holler as they fled backward.
Powerful wills spread through the skies. Several thousand gods qualified to attend this grand feast had concealed projections of their avatars high above, gladly harvesting countless souls. This was a feast of harvest. In their eyes, those wounded soldiers and officers were not people, but glittering golden crops in the fields. This was the season of harvest!
Under Yaziqi's command, the Nightmare Knights had carved out a fearsome reputation. At the cost of fewer than three hundred thousand casualties, they slaughtered more than thirty times that number of foreign warriors. Beastmen, dwarves, Titans, orcs, barbarians—the foreign armies suffered nearly ten million casualties, forging the Nightmare Knights' supreme glory and splendor.
Standing atop a watchtower, Lin Qi watched in the distance as an orc army, a force of Order of Penitent Knights magic beast cavalry, a unit of Black Knights,