Just as the city gates opened, the fully armored knights charged at the command!
Boom, boom, boom!
Huge horse hooves pounded the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, as knights clad in iron armor and holding long spears surged into the wide-open city like a moving dark cloud.
"For the glory of the Lord!" "Kill those blasphemers!"
Rafters of roaring shouts, like those of wild beasts, rolled out loudly in the morning light, almost seeming to tear everything apart!
The leader was Gerk, clad in black armor, holding a large curved sword. Having observed the intense battlefield from the sidelines for a long time, he had already reached his limit of restraint. Once he received the command, his blood heated up.
His large sword was already starving, eagerly wanting to chop off the heads of those blasphemers and please the great Moon Goddess with their wizards' fresh blood!