The Templar Order was renowned, and every member had been personally trained by War Horseman Ophi. They were formidable, having taken down countless powerful enemies.
But neither Fang Cheng nor Dracula really knew why Ophi had brought the Templar Order here.
Though this force had an impressive record, it had been of little use in Disaster-Class battles—not much better than cannon fodder.
Fang Cheng had recruited so many subordinates along the way, all at least Ace-level. He hadn't expected them to be of much use either; simply buying him some time would be enough.
With that in mind, it was only now that Fang Cheng truly saw what the Templar Order was capable of.
After Ophi sounded the horn, the Templar Knights who had been standing guard in the ruins began to glow with golden light, one after another.
More than a thousand of them gathered together, forming a vast, dazzling expanse of golden light.
Then they moved. They drew their weapons, raised their banners, spurred their warhorses, and charged forward.
Rumble!
The thunderous pounding of more than a thousand armored knights shook the air, kicking up billowing clouds of dust.
When they reached their full speed, the Templar Knights at the front took off, horses and all. Those behind followed close on their heels.
Amid the grand, resonant notes of the horn, more than a thousand Templar Knights galloped through the air and soared upward, a vast torrent of golden light surging toward them.
Naturally, Fang Cheng wasn't about to stand by and let Ophi unleash her ultimate move. But all his attacks were either blocked or dodged by Ophi, so she only needed to keep sounding the horn.
The Templar Order charged faster and faster, breaking the sound barrier in the blink of an eye.
The light radiating