The knights of the Church of the God of Knights had started to charge again.
Although most of their mounts had died in the battle, the divine spells of the Church of the God of Knights included "Summon Mount," which could summon a celestial warhorse full of the power of order and light. Originally, most of them had used up their magic power, which was not much, and it was impossible for them to cast spells. But under the feedback of the God of Knights' divine power, everyone's physical strength and magic power were immediately restored. Not only could they summon mounts, but they could also use the extra magic power to cast some auxiliary strengthening spells for themselves.
Thus, thousands of Celestial Warhorses that were emitting white light appeared on the battlefield. They were carrying battered and exhausted Knights who were in high spirits. Under the light of the buff spell, they sang war songs loudly as they charged towards the enemy's formation.
In front of them, the orcs who had already fought a big battle could not stand it. Although the number of orcs still had an absolute advantage, no matter how much of an advantage they had, they could not stop a group of enemies with high morale, who would not be tired or die!
Yes, now the knights of the Church of the God of Knights would not be tired or die. No matter how serious their injuries were, they would recover instantly after a white light fell, and then they would stand up and continue to fight.
Of course, there would be some pain in the process. But for the knights who had fallen into fanaticism because of the incomparable glory, the pain could not make them retreat. Instead, it stimulated them and made them more fierce and brave.
At that moment, there was no other thought in everyone's mind. There was only one sentence echoing in everyone's mind: Attack! Attack! Attack again!
In just two or three minutes, the orc army could not maintain the battle formation. Even though Emperor Junero Tiger had sent all the elite troops he could to the front to resist, they could not stand the crazy attack of this group of fanatical immortal soldiers.
The heavy infantry position collapsed.
The long halberd position collapsed.
The barricade position collapsed.
The pincer attack of the heavy cavalry was ineffective.
The bombardment of the mage group was ineffective.
If war was like playing cards, he had almost played all his cards, but there was no way to save the defeat.
Maybe … this was the time to use the trump card?
His Majesty clenched his fists, but he could not help but hesitate.
All along, he had been full of confidence in his trump card, but … was it really that powerful and effective? Could it withstand the attack of a god?
In particular, he was not an insignificant and weak god, but a hero who had once commanded the entire human race. He was the strongest among the great Divine Powers and shocked the Pantheon Temple. He had even defeated the entire Orc God System single-handedly.
Would his trump card really work?
What would he do if it didn't work? What about the future of the Beastmen?
The Orc Emperor, who had always been decisive, was finally caught in a dilemma under the immense pressure.
Crick didn't think so much. Although he wasn't a believer of the God of Knights, he was still in high spirits at the moment, shouting and shouting as he tried to charge forward.
He didn't enjoy the treatment of direct Divine Power Empowerment, but just fighting near the God of Knights and receiving its power had already made his strength soar. The group spells cast by the knights around him not only revived him with full health and status, but also added a lot of buffs that he couldn't even recognize.
In this case, even if he wasn't good at fighting, he could still fight, and his performance was not inferior to the other knights.
Of course, if he took the time to look at his character attributes, he would find that his level had risen from Lord Level Two and Scholar Level Four to Lord Level Three, Scholar Level Four, and Knight Level Four. And there was a suffix behind the Knight Level Four, "Received the buff of the God of Knights' halo, Knight Level Temporarily Increased by 10."
Among the new levels, the Level 1 Lord was slowly accumulated in the process of governing and leveled up before going out to war, while the Level 4 Knight was leveled up in this war, especially in this war.
However, without the buff of the God of Knights' halo, with a total level of 11, he couldn't be considered a master. The Scholar Level could only increase the spellcaster profession, and a Lord Level Three was converted to a knight's level at most, which meant that his actual combat power as a knight was like a Level Six knight, not even reaching the level of a middle-grade knight.
However, with the halo of the God of Knights, he had temporarily raised his knight level by ten. Not only had his combat level been raised to level 16, but he had also become a senior knight. His total level had directly reached level 21, stepping into the so-called "legendary" level.
Of course, a Legendary-realm expert with a total level of 21 was probably at the bottom of the Legendary-realm. He was a level-3 Lord, a level-4 Scholar, and a level-14 Knight. He was even worse than Joseph Riley, the former governor of Garth City. Maybe even a high-grade warrior could beat him. But, after all, he was still a legend!
And … although he was a fake legend, those around him were not!
Spencer and his companions were the most elite group of knights in the entire Duchy of Thunder. In order to achieve the effect of the assault, Commander Spencer even put all the knights whose level had not reached the level of a middle-grade high level in other aspects. At this moment, under the buff of the God of Knights' halo, not only did all of them become legendary strongmen, but Spencer, who was the leader, had also increased his total level to Level 29 in one go, and not even one level was fake. He was a real mid-grade legendary!
A mid-grade legendary, leading a group of low-grade legendary, even if there was a slacker among them, was enough to wipe out thousands of troops.
Not to mention the fact that there was a god beside them.
Although the God of Knights had pulled out his sword, he didn't really make a move. He was just constantly releasing his divine power, applying healing and buffs to all his believers.
At first glance, it seemed that he didn't make a move because he was reserved, but in fact, he was confused.
In the opposite Orc's position, the tigerman standing on the chariot under the big flag, with his golden armor shining, was always a little eye-catching.
Although he used a special seal to cover it up, but … in that seemingly weak body, there was clearly the power of a god!
Could it be that this Orc Emperor was actually a god who descended to the mortal world? Or could it be that he had long been a god, but had never worked hard to improve his divinity, nor had he officially obtained a priesthood, and had always stayed in the mortal world?
No matter which possibility it was, this Orc Emperor was a huge variable that needed to be eliminated!
So, after only a short period of confusion, the God of Knights figured it out. He waved his sword in the direction of the Orc Emperor.
That plain, simple, and somewhat shabby sword.
The sword fell, and light rose.
Starting from in front of the God of Knights, a white sword light gushed out from the ground. It extended straight towards the Orc Emperor, passing through all kinds of obstacles.
When it passed through the bodies of the knights, it was completely harmless. The knights who were fighting loudly didn't even feel its existence. But when it passed through the bodies of the Orcs, it became the messenger of hell that took their lives. Not a single Orc could survive after being penetrated by it. They all fell to the ground softly.
There were no scars on their bodies, but they had completely lost their vitality. Even the resurrection spell couldn't call their souls back to their bodies.
There were at least thousands of people blocking the way, but the sword light broke through all the obstacles effortlessly and came in front of the Orc Emperor.
"Oh no!" Junero Tiger was shocked. Without thinking carefully, he was about to show his trump card to resist. But before that, a white hand reached out from behind him and blocked the sword light.
There was a loud bang, and the sound of the explosion made everyone on the battlefield look sideways. The sturdy chariot of the Orc Emperor collapsed in an instant, turning into countless pieces of wood and metal, flying everywhere. And the guards around were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, falling in all directions.
Junero, who had originally planned to fight to the death, stopped and turned his head in confusion.
The grass robe on the Great Druid of Bei Feng had been blown to the point that not even a blade of grass could be found. At that moment, standing beside him was a blonde woman who looked to be about 25 or 26 years old. Her skin was so white that it looked a little sickly. She was full of a weak feeling.
To be honest, just by looking at her appearance, she looked like a weak princess who stayed in the study all year round and didn't step out of the door. Even going to the yard to bask in the sun was considered a strenuous exercise. If Mr. Hans Christian Andersen could travel back in time, he would definitely shout when he saw her, "Who said the Princess and the Pea was nonsense! Look! Such a delicate woman must be able to feel a pea under twenty layers of mattresses and twenty eiderdown quilts! "
However, this was an illusion.
It was this woman, who seemed so weak that a gust of wind could blow her down and she would faint under the sun, who took the attack of the God of Knights for Junero Tiger.
Everyone who saw this scene clearly, including Junero Tiger himself, was stunned.
The Great Druid of Bei Feng … was actually so strong?!
There was something wrong with this!
But Bei Feng didn't mean to explain. Instead, he turned his head to look at Junero. His face, which was so white that no blood could be seen, was suspiciously pale.
"Mr. Tiger, I promised you that I would try my best to help you," she said. "I did what I said. I did try my best."
The Orc Emperor nodded. He could clearly feel the power of that blow. No matter what method Bei Feng used, to block that blow, it could definitely be said that he had tried his best.
Beifeng smiled and sighed deeply.
"This time when I came out of the mountain, I was able to meet a king who understood my ideas and could put them into practice. It was not a wasted trip." The pale look on her face faded quickly, and the vitality of her body also faded. "I hope I can still be so lucky when I wake up next time."
As soon as she finished speaking, her body suddenly burst apart and transformed into countless multicolored specks of light that instantly sprinkled down and vanished without a trace.
At the same time, a magic tower hidden in an extremely hidden narrow world lit up with obscure light.
That meant that the owner of the tower fell into a deep sleep again, waiting for the next time to wake up.
Or … he would never wake up again.
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