Yasol took action

Grayblood threads kept burrowing out from beneath the salt crust, and bones and rotten flesh crawled outward, trying to seal the breaches Loren had just torn open.

Loren positioned the lancer corps on either side of the three breaches.

Knights who still had mounts stayed mobile on horseback, while those who had lost theirs fought on foot, guarding the edges of the cracks with holy silver knightly longswords.

Every point where a holy silver lance tip pierced the salt crust was reinforced with a holy silver nail, so the gains their comrades had paid for with their lives would not be lost.

Seeing the three silver lines of broken crust hold firm, Yasol immediately ordered, "Condemnation Warhammer, advance."

Twelve Condemnation Holy Knights fastened their shoulder locks and dragged the heavy warhammer toward the Sunken Bone Salt Marsh.

The Condemnation Warhammer was not a weapon wielded by one man, but a holy relic of war.

Even raising it required power from a Mobile Source Furnace, and every time it fell, the recoil traveled back along the chains into its twelve bearers.

As a knight at the peak of the fourth tier, Horne was responsible only for bearing the initial recoil.

He pressed both hands against the black iron grip ring at the front of the warhammer, and the rock-splitting holy runes on his breastplate lit up one by one.

Holy battle aura poured along the runes into the haft, and the holy runes on the Condemnation Warhammer lit up in sequence from head to handle.

With every rune that lit up, the grayblood vascular network beneath the surrounding salt crust spasmed.

The Sunken Bone Salt Marsh sensed the danger as well and immediately launched a fierce counterattack, but the knights drove back or dismantled every monster it sent.

Horne raised his