"Holy Knights, charge!"
When the distance between the two sides fell below three hundred meters, Bishop Meyer gave the order to charge.
He immediately drew his longsword and led the way, charging toward Nalant's carriage.
"Vivian, Catherine, are you ready?"
"My lord, everything is ready. We can light them and throw them at any time!"
"Very good! Come on, then! Let's see whether my carriage is sturdier, or your warhorses are better at taking a hit! Silver-Horned Rhinoceroses, charge! Charge! Charge!"
To be honest, watching the three thousand Holy Knights ahead sweep toward him like a torrent of steel, Nalant was scared out of his wits.
But for the woman he loved, he gritted his teeth and held firm.
As the saying went, a beauty could make a man fly into a rage and charge into battle—why couldn't Nalant do the same?
Besides, he had a measure of confidence in this exceptional-grade carriage forged by the Dwarves. He believed it could withstand the impact of three thousand Holy Knights for a short while.
"Die!"
At last, after barely a dozen seconds, the two sides met head-on.
Bishop Meyer took the lead, madly pouring Battle Qi into his longsword before slashing at the carriage.
With Bishop Meyer's furious roar, a crimson gleam suddenly appeared ahead and shot toward the carriage.
"Ah, Baron Nalant is finished this time!"
"What a terrible pity!"
The instant they saw that crimson gleam, whether they were from the Onyx Principality or lesser nobles of the Northern Principality, all believed Nalant's carriage would be smashed apart the next moment.
After all, it was a full-force blow from a Gold Knight. They had never heard of any carriage that could withstand it—not even one forged entirely from iron.
Boom!
The next moment, before everyone's eyes, the crimson gleam