Thor's Hammer

The Sabertooth Beasts clad in steel armor radiated a chilling, fearsome aura from head to toe. Add to that the riders on their backs, likewise encased in steel, and the sharp cavalry lances four or five meters long in their hands—the charging power of such a Sabertooth Beast cavalryman-and-mount combination was easy to imagine...

There was no sound at the scene, only the soft rustle of Zhang Tie's combat boots against the ground. As he passed each formation, everyone raised the cavalry lances in their hands high into the air. Every rider seated upon a Sabertooth Beast had their head and neck turn slowly with Zhang Tie's steps like a gun turret.

The atmosphere was solemn and grave.

Zhang Tie said nothing either. After making a circuit before everyone, he came to the platform prepared for him and looked down at the cavalrymen below. Behind him, the Sacred Totem Bloodfire Canopy shot skyward like a flying banner of flames, reaching more than two hundred meters into the air. As the bloodfire canopy soared upward, Zhang Tie raised Thor's Hammer with one hand, his posture as unyielding as steel.

The scene was silent for four or five seconds, then—

"Ula..."

"Ula..."

"Ula..."

A roar like mountains collapsing and seas crashing erupted. Nor was it limited to this place; gradually, the entire military camp resounded with that same cry...

The King had raised his banner. Every Warrior of the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe saw it, and at this moment, every one of them had boiling blood...

Holding Thor's Hammer aloft, Zhang Tie swept his gaze around from the platform and roared, "From today onward, you will no longer be called the King's Order of Knights. Throw away that name the woman gave you. That soft, limp name does not deserve you,