Of course, besides witnessing the terror of Glory's Wrath, everyone next saw an exceedingly bizarre scene on the battlefield.
Earlier, the three thousand Holy Knights had charged with overwhelming momentum, as though they were about to crush Nalant.
But now, battered by the bombardment of Glory's Wrath, the three thousand Holy Knights had actually begun avoiding Nalant instead.
Each of them, terrified that the Glory's Wrath on the carriage would be thrown their way, kept scrambling out of the way.
And Nalant was utterly wicked as well. He had actually abandoned his previous straight-line charge and chased after the three thousand Holy Knights, constantly driving and ramming them like a wolf hunting sheep.
For a time, the spectacular sight of a single carriage chasing several thousand people across the battlefield left everyone dumbfounded.
"Th-this... are they still Holy Knights?"
"O-of course they are... and they're all Silver Knights..."
"It isn't that the Holy Knights are too weak—it's that Baron Nalant is too strong!"
The lesser nobles and guards of the Northern Principality were left staring in stunned silence.
In the past, the three thousand Holy Knights had been, in their eyes, the strongest knight order on Glory Continent. Even the Royal Knights could not compare.
After all, the Holy Knights had three thousand Silver Knights, while although the Royal Knights numbered over ten thousand, they only had a little over a thousand true extraordinary knights.
And most of those were Bronze Knights.
Yet now, Nalant had become so powerful that he was directly crushing three thousand Holy Knights.
"Haha! Baron Nalant is mighty!"
"Baron Nalant is mighty!"
In contrast to the uproar among the Northern Principality's people, those atop Ferdie City immediately began cheering for Nalant.
Count Ferdie shouted the loudest of all, caring nothing for whether this damaged the