The battered, short knight's sword looked so small and powerless before the Fear Knight's massive, pitch-black Vorpal Sword. Yet that small, battered blade had somehow held the heavy Vorpal Sword firmly at bay!
The Fear Knight wielding the Vorpal Sword, mounted atop a nightmare, was forcibly brought to a halt by that seemingly feeble force! The tremendous impact forced the nightmare beneath him to stop in its tracks, even taking several steps back to dissipate the immense momentum from the collision.
Neigh~~~!
Though a nightmare was no ordinary warhorse, it still had limits to what it could bear. The enormous force made the nightmare let out a pained cry, its hooves sinking deeply into the ground.
And at that moment, the other high-ranking paladins charged toward the remaining Fear Knights. They could not allow these powerful enemies to break through. Behind them stood even more young paladins, who were simply too inexperienced to face such foes!
However, stopping charging Fear Knights through sheer manpower was an exceptionally difficult task. After all, not everyone was Makelele. Thus, although the paladins who rushed at the Fear Knights managed to slow their charge, they themselves suffered considerable injuries beneath the assault of such heavy cavalry.
"No matter what pain or danger we face, we shall uphold the righteous principles without wavering! Divine Healing!"
But for paladins, as long as they were not killed outright, they could quickly return to the battlefield. Having forced back the Fear Knight, Makelele gripped his sword with both hands and raised it before his forehead. He loudly recited the doctrines of the Crying God and invoked the divine spell bestowed upon him. (Paladins could use divine spells too, though fewer times than priests.)
Dazzling yet gentle holy light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. Beneath that sacred radiance, the