Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 421 A Despicable Empire! A Fierce Tribe!

The Horus tribe and the Vituga tribe.

The former is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, while the latter is willing to disobey the emperor's orders.

Since the routes taken by the two tribes to migrate south were both on the southeast side of the empire, they were already relatively close to each other.

In order to prepare for the impending thunderous punishment from the high priest, the leaders of the two tribes naturally chose to stick together for mutual support.

As for the other Krutar tribe, which also did not receive the imperial edict...

They neither wanted to nor dared to unite.

On the one hand, the Krutar tribe was far to the southwest, thousands of miles away from them, and they were not familiar with each other on a regular basis.

On the other hand, and most importantly.

Damn it, is outwardly complying while inwardly disobeying orders and defying commands really the same level of crime as directly killing the divine messenger?!
The first two cases at least preserved some semblance of civility, avoiding a complete breakdown in relations. If things are handled properly afterward, and some sacrifices are made, as long as the High Priest still wants to maintain the stability of the Church, there is still room for maneuver.

Chieftain Kerutal, presumably damaged his brain from killing people in the bustling Central Plains, actually killed the messenger!

This is no longer a simple case of disobeying military orders.

This is a blatant challenge to the supreme authority of the High Priest himself, and indeed the entire Church of War!

This kind of behavior, no matter which power the ruler is, as long as they have enough strength, will definitely be dealt with severely and thoroughly!
Otherwise, all authority will be lost!
If he's still alive and kicking after all that, why the hell should I listen to your orders? Wouldn't it be better if everyone just did their own thing?

Inside the command tent, the burly chieftain of the Horus tribe, with a hideous scar on his face, paced back and forth restlessly, his face filled with lingering fear.

"Tell me... how exactly will the High Priest punish us?"

He stopped and looked at Chief Vituga, who was wiping his weapons, his voice trembling slightly.

"do not know."

Chief Vituga raised his head, his face also full of worry, but he was still able to barely keep his composure.

"At least our actions didn't completely ruin our relationship. In any case, if the High Priest wants to establish his authority, he should first deal with that idiot, Krutal. Let's... see how things go first."

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:
"As long as we can demonstrate enough value to the High Priest to outweigh his anger towards us, this matter might... be let go easily."

"Perhaps you have another option."

An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the shadowy corner of the command tent.

"Who goes there?! Get your ass out here!"

Chief Horos flew into a rage, drew his thick-backed broadsword from his waist, and pointed it at the source of the sound!
As his rough voice rang out, outside the tent, squads of heavily armed guards poured in like a tide, quickly forming battle formations and surrounding the two clan leaders in the center.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of cold gazes, a middle-aged man with blond hair, dressed in a white robe and carrying a long, narrow katana, slowly walked out.

“I meant no harm,”

He glanced around at the menacing guards, his tone calm.
"Otherwise, you would already be dead."

"Ah!"

Chief Horos was amused by the pretentious man's words.
"I've killed plenty of Imperial experts on Changyuan! But you're the first one as arrogant as you!"

As he spoke, he raised his sword, ready to lead his men to hack the man in front of him into mincemeat.

As a group of proud and fierce soldiers who had successively crushed the elite wolf riders of the Northern Alien Clan and the Imperial Changyuan Garrison in just three months, it was no wonder that they feared High Priest Mo Yu.

However, these tribal warriors, whose blood and fighting spirit had been thoroughly aroused by Mo Yu, mostly held a deep-seated contempt for the so-called "empire".

I don't mean anything by it. The God of War is the boss, the High Priest is the second, and I'm the third! As for the others, I don't care who you are.

If you're so capable, then let your knife do the talking!
However, just as he was about to make a move, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Without a second thought, Chief Horos swung his sword behind him!

Chief Vituga, however, had anticipated this and had already withdrawn before the blade reached his body, narrowly dodging the fierce attack and creating distance.

"What do you mean?!"

Chief Horus pointed his sword at Vituga, frowning as he demanded an explanation.

I think we should first listen to what this gentleman from the Empire has to say.

Chief Vituga opened his arms to indicate that he had no hostile intentions.

"Oh?"

Chief Horos turned his head, glanced at the calm-faced Imperial man in the corner, and then at Vituga, who looked completely at ease.

To become the chieftain of a large tribe with nearly 100,000 followers, he might act recklessly, but he was by no means stupid.

In the blink of an eye, he understood what was going on.

"Hahahaha!"

Immediately, he turned to Chief Vituga and uttered an undisguised taunt:

"Have you lost your mind? You actually went and cooperated with the Empire's spineless sheep? You're not hoping they'll go after the High Priest, are you?"

"In the Battle of Changyuan, the Empire suffered 200,000 casualties! The 400,000-strong expeditionary force was completely annihilated overnight!"
I don't think the High Priest even needs to lift a finger. The Rorowu tribe alone would be enough to storm the capital within a month and twist their emperor's head off to use as a chamber pot!

Upon hearing this, the imperial man named Gozchi frowned, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, veins bulging, as he was about to draw his blade, but was stopped by the Vituga chieftain's sharp gaze.

“I have never thought of betraying the Church of the God of War, let alone dared to be an enemy of the High Priest.”

Chief Vituga looked at Horos and said, word by word:

"But now the High Priest is unwilling to let us go! Just because we killed a few people, stole a few things, and made a few 'minor mistakes'!"

He opened his arms and slowly walked towards Chief Horos, letting his chest press against the other's sharp blade.

"The empire's weaklings are certainly unreliable. But we can demonstrate our 'importance' to the High Priest through cooperation with them, thereby earning his forgiveness for this 'minor mistake'."

"..."

Chief Horos fell silent.

To be honest, he was completely swayed by Vittoga's rhetoric.

but……

He suddenly turned around!
The thick-backed broadsword in his hand, like a crescent moon of icy white, suddenly slashed down at Gozchi in the corner without the slightest warning!

"Keng!"

Gozchi reacted with lightning speed! In the instant the blade was about to strike, he parried upwards with his longsword, without even drawing its sheath!

However, the thick-backed broadsword was powerful and heavy. He felt a violent jolt in his hand, and his entire arm went numb. The long sword in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.

Immediately, he pointed the tip of his blade downwards, adjusted the angle, and used the scabbard as a guide to deflect the unstoppable greatsword.

"Excellent swordsmanship! Take a few more of my strikes!"

Chief Horos let out a loud laugh, his fighting spirit surging!

With three consecutive powerful strikes, he cleaved Mount Hua in two, each strike heavier and more ferocious than the last!

Gozchi gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, perfectly parrying every blow!
But he was still pushed backward by that terrifying force, leaving two deep furrows under his feet.

Chief Horos quickly turned his gaze to the katana in his hand.

Logically speaking, with his own strength, he could easily cleave this kind of weapon in two strikes with his broadsword.

However, after several exchanges, he not only failed to break the opponent's katana, but he also failed to create even a decent nick. On the contrary, his own katana had several deep nicks.

"Teigu?"

Chief Horos narrowed his eyes, instantly realizing the crux of the problem.

"You take my blow too!"

In the instant he was distracted, Gozchi suddenly changed his move, drawing his sword and slashing horizontally!

Chief Horos snorted coldly, then swung his broadsword in front of him, easily blocking the attack.

Little did they expect that this was just a feint!

Goziqi twisted his wrist, the blade flashing upwards, aiming straight for the wrist holding the knife!
Chief Horos, who was used to head-on confrontations on the battlefield, relied on his gauntlets and kicked his own sword hilt without dodging or avoiding. Using Gozchi's katana as a fulcrum, he kicked upwards, intending to exchange blows with his opponent!

"Keng!"

"Bah!"

Two soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously!
The katana sliced ​​through the gauntlet, leaving a small cut on Chief Horos's hand.

However, Chief Horos's greatsword left a mark more than ten centimeters long on Gozchi's chest, staining his white clothes with blood.

Goziqi clutched the wound on his chest, but a strange, faint smile appeared on his lips.

【One-hit kill - Murasame】!
Chief Horos sheathed his greatsword, nonchalantly flicking away a few drops of blood seeping from the web of his right hand, and turned to look at Chief Vituga behind him:

"This imperialist's strength is decent, but regarding the alliance... um!!"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Chief Horos clutched his chest, his tiger-like eyes wide with shock!

Strange black curse marks, like venomous snakes, appeared and coiled on his skin!
In an instant, the burly and tall tribal chief fell to the ground and fell silent.

Chief Vituga stared blankly as he collapsed before him, momentarily unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Clan leader!!"

"Clan leader!!"

The Horos tribe's guards cried out in alarm, and two captains of the guard rushed forward to check on the Horos chieftain.

Chief Vituga finally came to his senses at this moment!

His eyes were bloodshot, and a dark red aura burst forth from his body. He turned around abruptly, grabbed Gozchi's neck with his elbow, and slammed him hard against the tent pole!
“Why?! Why?!”

He roared like a raging lion.
"You don't really think you can sweep through my tribe's warriors with just a sword-shaped Imperial Arm, do you? He was just testing you; he didn't use his full strength at all!"

Gozci spat out a mouthful of blood, but instead of resisting, he laughed:
"It's all an accident. In a competition, it's normal to lose control and accidentally injure your opponent."

"This is what my demonic sword is like. Even if I were to accidentally get a small cut from it, I would still die."

"what!!"

Chief Vituga roared furiously, looking like a mad tiger.

Spits, mixed with anger, splattered all over Gozchi's face and made his eardrums ring.

But he still smiled, completely unconcerned.

"Chief, you are a wise man. You should know what the best course of action is in the current situation. Since things have already happened, let's just go all the way."

"【War God Weapon - War Hammer】!"

Chief Vituga roared, and a large amount of dark red energy entered his arm guards.

However, instead of killing the despicable imperialist who had murdered Chief Horos, he suddenly turned around!

The iron fist, wreathed in a dark red aura, grew larger and larger in the horrified gazes of the Horos Clan guards!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, more than a dozen elite tribal warriors who were also capable of using the power of the God of War were all killed by Chief Vituga with his iron fists!

The power he unleashed made Gozchi, who was watching from the sidelines, look serious and feel genuinely alarmed.

"If even one of the conditions you mentioned is missing, I will die so that you and the empire behind you will pay the most terrible price!"

Chief Vituga, covered in blood, stared intently at Gozchi with bloodshot, his voice as cold as the Arctic wind.

"Rest assured, the clan leader is well aware of the strength and resources of my empire."

Gozchi smiled.

From the moment Chief Horus died in this tent, the Vituga tribe had no other choice.

Immediately afterwards, Chief Vituga ordered a strict information blockade while sending his trusted confidants to secretly contact several military leaders in the Horus tribe who were not his direct subordinates.

The eight tribes of today are merely the eight lucky ones who were the first to follow Mo Yu.

In the past, they were just like the Rorowu tribe, a small tribe with only a few thousand people.

Today, the vast majority of tribes, numbering in the tens of thousands, were formed later by absorbing smaller tribes oppressed by the northern barbarians, or even by directly incorporating surrendered soldiers from the northern barbarian tribes.

The northern tribes and clans all ate their food on the same grasslands, and often it was really hard to tell who was who.

Those tribes that were relatively close to Changyuan and had good relations with the Empire;
Those who lived far from Changyuan and had poor relations with the Empire were the foreign tribes.

According to the rules of nomadic civilization, it is only natural for the strong to annex the weak.

However, the downside of this unbridled growth was that numerous factions, large and small, emerged within the tribe, and the so-called tribal chief was nothing more than the largest military leader among them.

In addition, the rise of the eight major tribes was too short and too fast.

They simply didn't have enough time to digest and integrate the various factions within the organization.

This directly led to the fact that, without the absolute authority of the High Priest Mo Yu above them, the eight tribes could easily have swallowed each other up.

After all, the core direct descendants of the eight tribal chiefs only number a few thousand. Even if they were all tough as nails, it wouldn't be difficult for them all to be wiped out.

All I can say is that Gozchi, as the head of the Empire's secret service, is truly a professional in assassination, subversion, and instigating riots.

This operation, from the initial verbal mockery to provoke the other party, to the "accidental" killing, and finally to the coercion and enticement that forced Vituga to rebel... everything was within his plan.

"I wonder if things are going well on Bill's end too?"

Gozchi controlled the contraction of his muscles, quickly stopping the bleeding from his chest wound, and looked towards the southwest.
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In the southwest, a hundred miles away, lies the camp of the Krutar tribe.

"Hmph! A mere eight thousand cavalry, not even a single decent infantryman, dare to charge directly at my army of one hundred thousand? Do they really think we're some kind of spineless sheep like the Imperials?!"

Chieftain Krutal stood at the front of the battle line, sword drawn, watching the black cavalry approaching his side like an inky line in the distance, a contemptuous sneer on his face.

Not far from him, Bill, an imperial nobleman who was an "ally," outwardly showed no reaction to his undisguised mockery, but his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve and his teeth gritted.

'You wretched barbarian! Don't be so smug, just wait and see how I deal with you!'

Chief Krutal has every reason to be proud.

Originally, he commanded a large army and many generals, making him the strongest of the eight tribes.

In the past few days, he has taken the opportunity to recruit and expand a large number of imperial auxiliary troops, and the total strength has exceeded 100,000!

Seeing that the enemy had closed in on a dangerous position, Chief Krutal immediately raised his spear and shouted:

"Krutal warriors! Crush them! Let their blood and cries prove to the entire North, to the whole world, the bravery of our Krutal warriors! Kill!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The army of over 100,000 men, under the command of their respective generals, surged forward like a black, raging tide.

The thunderous hooves shook the earth; a hail of arrows filled the sky, obscuring the morning light.

Chief Krutal was no fool. He dared to openly defy military orders and even kill the messenger, which meant he had the corresponding strength and confidence.

At least he was confident that, without the High Priest Mo Yu taking action, he alone could devour the entire Luo Luo Wu tribe!

He may have become arrogant, but this arrogance is based on absolute strength and the immense confidence brought about by a huge numerical advantage!
Today, they will utterly annihilate this "Death Knights," the most revered and beloved group in the tribe, right here!
In this way, they could declare to the world and to the high priest that the warriors of their Krutal race were the strongest beings!

This can be considered a side effect of the Church of War's excessive emphasis on "battle".

Warriors who are too fearless and belligerent are always easily blinded by their own desires.

"God of War, grant me power! Weapon of the God of War!"

A centurion of the Krutal tribe, on the way to the charge, habitually shouted a prayer, trying to draw upon the familiar and powerful force within him.

but……

Nothing happened.

That power of war, which should have been instantly responsive, flowing within their fighting spirit, amplifying their strength and combat awareness, and strengthening their weapons to invincibility, had vanished! As if it had never existed!
"How could this be?! My power... where did my power go?!"

"The Goddess of War...the Goddess of War...has she abandoned us?"

"No! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Panic spread like a plague, instantly throughout the entire charging army!

They were horrified to discover that they had become ordinary herders struggling to survive in the harsh, cold land once again.

Even though their own strength has not weakened, even though they are now fully armed and ready to fight.

However, these tribal warriors, who had become accustomed to divine grace, felt an immense fear, weakness, and powerlessness from the depths of their souls!

Just as they were sinking into boundless despair of being abandoned by the gods, the eight thousand iron cavalry opposite them suddenly burst forth with blinding black and red flames!

He has proven his bravery in several bloody battles, and not long ago he broke through the camp of 400,000 imperial expeditionary troops. He is currently blessed with divine favor!
The eight thousand iron cavalrymen who rushed in, along with their horses, were shrouded in a black and red aura that seemed to be forged from blood and steel!

"War God Weapon! Nightmare Horse!"

Eight thousand knights shouted in unison!

The warhorse beneath him had bloodshot eyes, and its hooves, seemingly enveloped in crimson flames, pounded the earth, its speed increasing several times over in an instant!
"The weapon of war! The spear!"

The Black Knights roared once more!

Normally, a warrior can only summon one War God weapon with his own power, but at this moment, under the blessing of the strong divine favor, they actually summoned a second one after blessing their mount!

The spear in his hand extended into a black and red energy blade several feet long, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound as the warhorse galloped by!

"Bark is here! By order of the High Priest, I have come to punish the traitor! Who dares to fight me?!"

Buck took the lead, his two giant axes, Belvak, transforming into two death whirlwinds that devoured everything!

The rain of arrows was swept away by his violent axe wind.

Upon contact, the vanguard of the Krutal army was torn open as if it were made of paper.

More than a dozen soldiers, along with their horses, fell to his battle axe, tumbling off their mounts, their chances of survival slim.

Chief Krutal stared with fury at his own vanguard, which was on the verge of collapse.

Bill, standing behind him, was completely dumbfounded.

No, are you fucking playing me?

You didn't have this much fighting strength when you attacked our Imperial Army!

Then he saw the clan chief, whose temperament was as fiery as fire, roar and prepare to personally charge out with his spear.

Bill was immediately alarmed and rushed forward to stop him:

"Chieftain, calm down! The enemy is overwhelming. You are of inestimable strength. If you charge in now and are accidentally killed by that brute, it will all be over!"

Chieftain Krutal swung his spear, knocking him off his horse, and spat at him fiercely.
"Get out of here! I'd rather die fighting alongside my soldiers on the front lines than cowardly watch them die in vain and live a life of shame from the rear!"

Having said that, he raised his spear high and let out a deafening roar:

"Warriors of Krutal, I am with you! Follow me and kill!!"

Thousands of the most elite personal guard cavalry immediately followed.

Many soldiers, inspired by his bravery, followed suit, and the collapsing battle line was quickly stabilized.

"Well done! Take this from Grandpa Buck!"

Seeing that the enemy's commander had personally come out, Buck was not surprised but delighted. He laughed loudly and raised his hand to swing his axe at the face.

Chieftain Krutar snorted coldly, lowered his body, and clung to the horse's back like a serpent, narrowly avoiding the axe that could split mountains and shatter rocks!
Two warhorses passed each other at high speed!

The spear in his hand, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced straight into Buck's abdomen!

In his eyes, Buck was just a big idiot who only knew how to use brute force and didn't understand the art of fighting at all, and his horsemanship was mediocre.

"Keng!"

However, the once indestructible spear uttered a mournful cry and snapped in two when it struck Buck's armor!

Chieftain Krutal's pupils constricted sharply as he instantly remembered that Buck possessed the Imperial Arms of the Axe!
He didn't need to enhance his weapon at all; instead, he imbued his armor with the power of the God of War.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Buck grinned maliciously and swung his axe at Chief Krutal, who was passing by him!

So what if he's a brute? So what if he fights badly? As long as he gets someone killed, that's all that matters!

Isn't a battle simply a matter of the winner standing and the loser lying on the ground?

Forget all those ridiculous rules and what's with all this talk about good or bad looks! Just die!
"Clan leader!!"

One of the elite cavalry guards sensed something was wrong the moment the chieftain's spear broke, and immediately roared as he leaped forward.

Just as Buck was about to swing his axe, he grabbed it tightly.

Then, he was cleaved in two vertically from head to toe by Buck's other large axe.

"what--!"

Seeing his personal guards die tragically while saving him, Chieftain Krutal roared in fury, grabbed a broken spear, and abruptly turned his horse around:

"The weapon of war! The spear!!"

A surge of dark red energy finally burst forth from his body!
The spear, which suddenly extended to a length of ten feet, nearly pierced Buck's face, but he managed to deflect it with his axe.

On the battlefield, many elite warriors of the Krutal tribe, in their despair, successfully awakened the power of the God of War within them through their own willpower.

Although they did rebel, Mo Yu did not actually seal off their power.

It simply removed the previous active support mechanism. If one has a strong enough fighting spirit, one can actually connect to the God of War and awaken the power of the God of War through one's own will.

As for why not completely ban it?

It's not that he can't do it.

Rather, it is itself a selection and a test.

Playing too many games where you're dominating weaker opponents will only wear down your willpower and distort your skills.

Only through such fierce battles between elite forces, and intense clashes between military spirits, can a soldier truly grow.

Of course, the prerequisite is to survive.
Bill was completely dumbfounded as he watched the two black, furious waves collide and create an endless sea of ​​blood in this epic battle.

Only now did he clearly realize what kind of terrifying enemies the empire was facing this time.

When they get ruthless, they really will even cut down their own people!

And damn it, he hit even harder!

Bill came to his senses and realized that even though Chieftain Krutal had unleashed his full power and stabilized the situation, the entire battle line was still being slowly pushed back by the Black Knight.

He was immediately terrified and no longer cared about anything else.

"Quick! Protect me! Get out of here!"

From the crowd, four members of the Imperial Assassination Enhancement Team, clad in plate armor and disguised as tribal warriors, quickly rode towards him.

Black Eyes, in particular, ripped off the cumbersome plate armor from his body.

Unfortunately, compared to her female teammate Yin, who has a rather unusually tall figure, she is only a little over 1.5 meters tall at the moment.

The only reason I was able to wear this plate armor was because I padded it with a lot of junk; it was completely unusable.

However, when it comes to combat power, the petite Kuroko is the strongest in this enhanced group!

With each swing of the longsword, a cold glint flashed, and several tribal warriors who came to stop them were immediately killed.

However, compared to the entire massive battlefield that had already descended into a fierce and intense struggle, their situation was merely a minor episode that no one paid any attention to.

The front line, the most intense fighting.

People were packed tightly together, horses were shoulder to shoulder, completely pressed together! The warhorses had come to a complete stop!
The warriors from both sides clashed in close combat, engaging in the most brutal and bloody battle!

Buck swore this was the toughest battle he had ever fought in his life.

Even back then, before he possessed the power of the God of War, when he led thousands of cavalry to Tunumassica.

Back then, it was High Priest Mo Yu who personally led the team. He wasn't even a deputy general; he just needed to focus on killing people. The High Priest would guide them to victory.

But things are different now.

He was no longer just a warrior, but the commander of these eight thousand iron cavalry!

A heavy weight, called "responsibility," pressed down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

He swung his double axes in wide arcs, engaging in a fierce battle with the highly skilled Krutar chieftain.

Even though he was stronger, he was always countered by his opponent with various exquisite combat techniques.

For a time, he found himself completely unable to subdue this cunning old wolf.

One by one, his comrades fell, and then wave after wave of them took their place.

Although the battle lines are constantly advancing, they are ultimately at a huge numerical disadvantage.

If this drags on, even if we eventually win, we'll likely suffer heavy casualties and have no strength left to deal with the other two tribes that have also rebelled.

'High Priest, what... what should I do?'

Buck's mind was a jumbled mess; he just mechanically swung his battle axe.

During this time, he was stabbed by the opponent's energy spear several times, but was blocked by his sturdy armor.

Suddenly, Buck seemed to remember something.

When I was standing next to the High Priest Mo Yu, he muttered something about "gathering the masses," "military spirit," and "the Trapped Camp."

The jumbled mess of knowledge assaulted his muscular brain, making it impossible for him to extract any useful information.

However, one sentence kept recurring in his mind.

Buck roared out in anger:
"A fighting spirit, ready to die rather than live!!"

Forget all that nonsense! Forget how many people will be left after this battle! Forget about the next mission!
All that talk, who the hell can understand it?!

All I know is kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

I want to see rivers of blood and fangs!

He deliberately withdrew the power of the God of War that covered his armor!

Chief Krutal's energy spear immediately pierced his abdomen.

However, Chief Krutal was horrified to discover that his spear was stuck firmly in the opponent's strong muscles, and he couldn't pull it out for a moment!

"The weapon of war! The battle axe!!"

All the power of the God of War that had been gathered surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, pouring into the two giant axes in Buck's hands!
One axe blow and it's down!
Even though Chieftain Krutal instinctively tried to block with his spear shaft, he was still cut in two along with his spear and even his warhorse, all by this strike that was infused with all of Buck's will and power!

Both men and horses were shattered!

"Xilulu——!"

Buck yanked the reins hard, and his warhorse let out a high-pitched neigh. Bathed in the blood of his enemies, he roared to the sky:
"Trapped Battalion, charge!!"

Zero distance!
Without giving the warhorse any chance to accelerate!
But with the power of the God of War transformed from that soaring fighting spirit, burning fiercely, the incomparably strong will drove the warhorse to charge instantly without taking a step!
The entire rank of elite tribal cavalry that clashed with the Black Knight were instantly knocked to the ground, and then the energy spears that mercilessly reaped their lives gave them no chance to get up again.

Without giving his opponent any chance to breathe, Buck once again raised his double axes high and roared to the sky:
"Trapped Battalion, charge!!"

(End of this chapter)