Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 212 Awakening
On the top of Bangor City, a large number of Old Believers held their weapons and looked down at the Eternal Knights below the city wall.

Behind the Old Believers, several clergymen in white robes were whispering.

"The Eternal Glory Knights appear to be in good shape. Can we hold on?"

"Don't worry. The enemy only has 3,000 people. We have 30,000 Old Believers alone. We will definitely win the final victory for our Lord."

"Even if we can't stop the opponent, we have tried our best. At worst, we can come back again later. I think my master won't mind."

"Praise the scorching sun!" An old man with white hair and beard suddenly put his hands together, looked up at the pale sky above with his pure white eyes, and spoke with great piety.

Seeing this, the other white-robed clergymen also clasped their hands together and shouted "Praise the Sun".

Gao Yang looked up at the old believers on the top of the city wall. Those pairs of fanatical pure white eyes looked very familiar to him.

"It looks like the Old Ones are planning to defend Bangor City to the death."

Malz observed for a while, then came to Yegrit's side and spoke.

Yegrit's expression remained unchanged. He simply nodded slightly and said, "That's a good thing. If they're hiding, we don't know how long it will take to find them one by one."

Malz nodded, agreeing with what Yegrit said.

Yegrit continued, "It's up to you to decide, Malz. Whatever you say, we'll do."

Seeing that Malz looked hesitant, Yegrit asked, "Is there a problem, Malz?"

Martz hesitated for a moment, but ultimately expressed his inner concerns: "Command is fine, but the disparity in numbers between us and the enemy is too great. I'm worried that after this battle, the Eternal Glory Knights will be completely destroyed in name only."

"That's it?" Yegrit frowned slightly.

Martz glanced at his own leader with a bad temper. What did he mean by "that's it"? The Yongyao Knights were the last dignity of the Holy Gold Empire. If the Yongyao Knights were to exist in name only, then the empire would die with them.

"This is a very serious consequence, aren't you aware of it, Captain?"

"Of course I understand," Yegrit waved his hand nonchalantly, his gaze shifting to the resolute faces behind him. "But even if I understand, so what? We can't change anything."

Malz was stunned for a moment, and then his wrinkled face was filled with bitterness. "Yes, there is nothing we can do. We cannot prevent the destruction of the world, we cannot save every life, and we can't even protect the Eternal Knights."

"Don't think about that, Malz. Look back, look into their eyes, and you will understand how determined we are," Yegrit said, pointing to the knight behind him.

Then, he looked at Malz and said, "You, Malz, should also have this kind of awareness."

Malz felt even more pained. He sighed suddenly, "It is precisely because of this awareness that making decisions becomes more difficult."

Yegrit was about to say something else when he heard Malz's next words: "But no matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. We have come this far. There is no turning back."

Yegrit patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Go ahead, Martz. Once the Old Gods are completely crushed, the mission of our Eternal Glory Knights will be accomplished."

Malz nodded heavily, then turned and left quickly.

"I'm sorry to embarrass you." Yegrit looked at Gao Yang and said with a smile.

Gao Yang shook his head slightly and said, "No one who fights for their homeland and country should be ridiculed." Yegrit pointed to the top of the city wall and asked, "The Old Believers are no match for the Netherworld Evil Tree. While they may be fanatical, they possess the ability to think, especially their speed, which the Netherworld Evil Tree cannot match."

Gao Yang naturally understood this, but if possible, he would still try to use Blade Storm. This kind of large-scale killing ability can be said to be a killing weapon on the battlefield.

Yegrit continued, "The bishops of the Old God Cult are extremely powerful, and there are almost no weak ones. You must be careful."

"Don't worry, I will."

Not long after Gao Yang finished speaking, the stagnant Yongyao Knights began to move quickly under the command of Malz.

The nightmare beast's thick iron hooves trampled the ground, and the dense sound of horse hooves merged into one, like the sound of war drums.

There was no hesitation, no detour, and no temptation. Faced with the huge difference in numbers, the only thing the Yongyao Knights could do was to use their own hard power to forcibly break through the city in front of them.

Perhaps they would die in the process, perhaps they would die in the ensuing siege, but at this moment, they were already prepared to die.

As the Yongyao Knights charged, a dazzling halo suddenly spread above the Yongyao Knights, like the rising sun or the bright sun. The bright light formed a huge red sun, crashing into the pale sky above Bange City.

On this great day, the Eternal Glory Knights unleashed an unparalleled fighting spirit.

This fighting spirit suddenly reached its peak after Yegrit joined.

"Eternal glory exists, and holy gold is indestructible!"

An impassioned roar came from Yegrit's mouth, and the fighting spirit in his body suddenly erupted. Endless fighting spirit quickly spread out and merged with the halo outside the Yongyao Knights.

Afterwards, the fighting spirit and the halo combined to form a real road, which was laid under everyone's feet.

Like a sharp sword, Yegrit drove the Nightmare Beast King onto the road made of fighting spirit and rushed towards the city wall of Bangor City like a hurricane.

"!!!"

When the white-robed clergymen above Bangor City saw this scene, their pure white eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The white-haired clergyman reacted quickly, shouting, "Prepare to meet the enemy! Praise the scorching sun!"

This roar was like a switch, instantly igniting the old believers.

Fanatical roars emanated from their mouths, and even hints of whispers could be heard from the pale sky above their heads.

"drink!"

Yegrit's body was bathed in golden-red fighting spirit, and the dragon spear in his hand swept forward with overwhelming force. The power of the Nightmare Beast King's charge and his own strength superimposed on each other, making his attack almost unstoppable.

The spear was like a dragon, sweeping down. All the Old Ones within the range had their bodies shattered by the terrifying force contained in the spear. The smell of blood instantly wafted around, and broken flesh and tentacles were still trembling on the ground.

The Nightmare Beast King let out a violent roar, and a ten-foot-long blue flame spewed out of its mouth, as if it were a Dread Knight who had rushed out from hell, unscrupulously emitting the pressure that belonged only to them.

(End of this chapter)