"Quickly, organize all the brothers to retreat, and tell those 100,000-plus brothers to come back as soon as possible."
Cassano roared excitedly.
The moment Cassano saw Sun Fei finally appear from the sky, his heart finally settled back into his stomach. He struggled to keep from crying, had the officer beside him put him down, and then, enduring the excruciating pain in his body, began to command the ravaged army.
This was the last ember of the two great empires.
Every extra copy we can keep is a copy.
Cassano didn't want any of his brothers who had come this far to die in the final moments before the light of hope appeared.
Under his command, the 400,000 remaining troops maintained sufficient strength and retreated slowly and methodically. Even the 100,000 who had previously been prepared to die and use their own flesh and blood to cover the rear and buy time turned back when they were less than 200 meters away from the Church.
Suddenly, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became extremely strange.
The Chambord army and the Holy Church's Knights Legion faced each other across several kilometers, each considering the other a formidable foe. In front of them, 400,000 remnants of the army were scattered across the vast, withered grasslands, quietly and quickly withdrawing, crossing the boundary marker of the Bay of Naples, and entering the Northern Region.
In the sky, the Judgment Divine Knights Kao Shaoyi, looked embarrassed.
He was caught between a rock and a hard place; neither retreating nor fighting was an option. He didn't know what to do.
He didn't even dare to move.
Ever since the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] appeared from the void with an overwhelming and domineering presence, Kao Shaoyi felt as if he were locked onto by an extremely terrifying aura, as if the slightest movement would invite a thunderous attack.
What made it even more embarrassing for him was that the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] never even glanced at him, treating him, the dignified vice-commander of the Holy Church See's Judgment Knights, as if he were invisible.
As if sensing something, the Human Emperor of the Northern Region's gaze transcended the boundaries of time and space, landing on the burly man dressed in white robes and armor several thousand meters away.
Their gazes met, sparking invisible flames in the air.
The silver-armored man suddenly smiled; his pupil-less expression made him look incredibly eerie. " The Human Emperor of the Northern Region? By harboring these rebellious and evil cultists, are you going to make an enemy of the Holy Church? An enemy of the awakened gods?"
"To be an enemy of the Holy Church?" Sun Fei's laughter clearly reached the ears of everyone in the world. "Is it the Church that has always been my enemy? Since you dared to attack me time and time again, can't I kill a few of your dogs?"
"Insolence!" Tens of thousands of Holy Knights roared. [New]
A unique aura surged forth from the tens of thousands of silver-armored white-clad cavalry, their chilling presence causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
The silver-armored knight slowly waved his hand, then looked at Sun Fei, his gray eyes conveying a hint of disappointment.
"It seems you have indeed placed yourself entirely against the Church. I am truly disappointed, Alexander. As the master of the Black-Robed Holy Temple, you should be well-versed in divine Divine Oracle. How could you commit such absurd acts of defaming the gods? Do you intend to sacrifice the entire Northern Region Human Clan for your own ambition?"
His voice, though not as stirring as Sun Fei's, possessed an undeniable persuasiveness and seductive power that struck deep into everyone's soul. Those with slightly weaker wills would be overwhelmed by such a voice, kneeling down and weeping bitterly.
This is the effect of condensing Holy Power to an extremely terrifying level.
This silver-eyed knight is almost at the Divine Realm 'words becoming law'.
Such a person is definitely not an unknown individual.
Unfortunately, the 400,000 remnants of the army before him were elite soldiers forged in blood and fire, with unwavering wills and a deep-seated hatred for the Holy Church. How could they be swayed by him?
Sun Fei burst into laughter.
The laughter, like the resounding tolling of a great bell, echoed between heaven and earth, sweeping away the remaining bewitching power of the Holy Power.
Anyone could hear the disdain and mockery in that laughter.
"Hahaha, enough said. I've long heard that the Holy Church's Judgment Divine Knights are unparalleled, and no cavalry unit on the Azeroth Continent can rival them head-on. I've just formed a new, Motley Army under my command, and I'm eager to put it to the test. Haha, let's fight!"
As Sun Fei finished speaking, the army of Chambord City near the Northern Region border parted to make way for a cavalry unit, which emerged silently from behind.
This is indeed a Motley Army.
The cavalry force numbered approximately ten thousand, but was composed of two major races: Human Clan and Behemoth Beast Clan. In particular, the Behemoth Beast Clan cavalry included Horse Centaur Clan, Wolf Clan, Bear Clan, and Pig Pig Clan... At a glance, it was a sight to behold, a diverse array of strangely shaped warriors riding all sorts of different mounts, creating an indescribable sense of the bizarre and comical.
Compared to the Holy Church's Judgment Knights, all dressed in white robes and armor and riding white horses in the distance, this Motley Army was far inferior in both appearance and discipline.
However, the silver-armored, gray-eyed knight dared not be negligent in the slightest.
While others couldn't see through the intricacies, he understood it at a glance. The Chambord cavalry regiment, seemingly disorganized, was actually quite sophisticated. The different mounts and warriors meant that this cavalry regiment could have countless tactical variations and choices, adapting to almost any terrain, opponent, and unexpected situation.
Every knight and every mount was covered in exquisite, jet-black armor, engraved with various magical runes, exuding a hidden yet powerful aura. It served both defensive and offensive purposes, and was no weaker than the white divine armor of the Judgment Divine Knights, which was imbued with Holy Power.
This army, a dark and oppressive sight, seemed like a legion of death emerging from the gates of Hell to reap lives.
The addition of the Behemoth Beastman Clan knights and mounts, in particular, has made this army full of countless possibilities.
Recently, rumors have been circulating on the continent that the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] has ventured deep into the Endless Forest Sea and, with his formidable strength and personal charisma, subdued the Behemoth Beast Clan. Now it seems that these rumors are true.
With the addition of the Orc Clan, the power of the Human Emperor of the Northern Region has expanded to a level far beyond what anyone could have imagined.
From this perspective...
The white-armored, gray-eyed, burly knight's expression turned serious. It seemed that a battle today was unavoidable.
The Judgment Divine Knights were forced into a predicament from which they could not back down.
This current stalemate is clearly what the Human Emperor of the Northern Region desired.
If his Motley Army can defeat the Judgment Divine Knights in one battle, he will definitely become famous overnight, his fame will shake the world, the prestige of the Northern Region Empire will rise to a new level, and he may even be able to suppress the Holy Church and become the undisputed number one power in the hearts of most people on the Azeroth Continent.
If the battle ends in a draw, the Human Emperor of the Northern Region can also achieve his goal.
Possessing a cavalry force comparable to the Judgment Divine Knights is enough to intimidate the world.
Even if the Motley Army is ultimately defeated, it will not damage the prestige of the Northern Region Empire, because in the eyes of many people, it is normal for a newly formed cavalry regiment to be defeated by the number one cavalry regiment on the continent.
However, for the Holy Church, in such a situation, even knowing the opponent's open scheme, they could only fight and could not retreat.
Retreat means losing momentum and demoralizing oneself.
In war, if we cannot defeat the so-called Motley Army of the Human Emperor of the Northern Region, even a draw or a near-death experience would be an unbearable defeat in the true sense of the word.
This is what it means to be burdened by fame!
"Rush!"
The burly knight, clad in white armor and with grey eyes, roared and decisively removed his visor. He then slammed his silver unicorn down, and the two of them shot off like arrows, tearing through the withered grassland with unparalleled momentum.
Behind him, tens of thousands of Holy Church, dressed in white robes and riding white horses, responded with a thunderous roar and galloped away.
A blinding white shimmered in the sunlight, as if the snow of the heavens had suddenly collapsed and flowed across the earth. A torrent of cold air raged and swept across the land, as if the whole world had been instantly frozen, covered in silver and frost.
This is the imposing presence of the Holy Church's Judgment Divine Knights.
Each of them possesses strength exceeding Five-Star Class, and they are the most loyal and resilient individuals cultivated by the Church from childhood.
They are confident and fearless, refusing to back Banbu even when facing demons.
And the imposing figure galloping at the very front is their battle spirit.
The Judgment Divine Knights has countless vice-captains in name only, but only one true captain—the pride of all the knights, a living legend who gouged out his own eyes to avoid witnessing the evil of the world.
The divine knight riding a silver unicorn, Atkinson with Silver Hair and Gray Eyes.
rush!
In the name of God.
Smash all evil that stands in our way.
opposite.
At the very front of the black ' Motley Army '.
Frank Lampard slowly put on his black beast-shaped helmet, his hands, covered with black barbed steel gauntlets, gently stroking the mutated Crimson Blaze Beast beneath him. When he looked up again, the [ Black Lightning ] Greatsword was already in his hand.
rush!
The mutated Crimson Blaze Beast is in no way inferior to the Unicorn.
This man and his horse, like a Black Lightning, shrieked through the air, tearing apart the vast, yellow grassland.
Where the horses' hooves trod, bursts of flame ignited on the earth, leaving behind demonic footprints.
boom!
Behind him, nearly ten thousand black-armored knights remained silent, like silent ghosts, urging their mounts to unleash a terrifying burst of power, like dark clouds pressing down on a city and threatening to destroy it. An indescribable aura suddenly rose up, like Hell suddenly erupting from the ground, burning wildly on the pale yellow grassland.
One black, one white!
Between heaven and earth, two distinct cavalry torrents clashed head-on, their momentum like a rainbow, rapidly rising and constantly approaching each other.
The remaining 400,000 troops of the two empires had now all crossed the border, opening up the vast grasslands to the cavalry regiments of both sides. Such a flat and expansive battlefield was perfect for cavalry warfare.
The earth trembled.
Passion is burning.
This was the first truly fair and square clash Northern Region Empire and the Holy Church.
This battle will mark the beginning of a hostile conflict between the largest powers on the Azeroth Continent.
One kilometer...
500 meters...
Two hundred meters...
Fifty meters...
The momentum of both sides was rising rapidly, and even the air was starting to get hot.
Clang!
With his Silver Hair and Gray Eyes, Atkinson raised the massive silver dragon spear in his hand, his entire body radiating an intense, unbearable light, like a blazing sun leading the Church forward.
call out--!
At the same time, Lampard, clad in black armor, raised his [ Black Lightning ] greatsword high. With crackling sounds, bursts of plasma, turning silver, shot out.
The strongest vs. the strongest!
This is the first head-on collision between black and white arrowhead-shaped figures.
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