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The enemy wasn't actually skilled in mounted archery either; this skill was generally reserved for the Aslans and the northern barbarians. However, their mud arrows didn't need any aiming; they were simply tossed into the crowd like trash.

Left with no other choice, Galahad had to spread the crossbowmen phalanx, which was originally clustered in front, to the flanks to cover the firing range and prevent those disgusting cavalry from continuing their antics.

But just as he gave the order, a thick white fog suddenly began to rise in the area, gradually obscuring the view of everyone around.

"What is this now... Damn it, which unit used this cloud of mist magic???"

As Galahad roared, Ella, stationed on the right flank, was still giving orders to her mage regiment, "Summon more fog! Can't you see that cavalry squad keeps shooting at us? If we don't block their line of sight, we'll become sitting ducks!"

Thick fog, combined with heavy snow, blanketed the battlefield, drastically reducing visibility.

The crossbowmen in the army formation couldn't see where the cavalry had gone for a while, so they could only fire wildly based on their senses.

The corrupted beings, polluted by the black mud that occasionally falls from the sky, appear even more terrifying under the cover of mist. An ordinary soldier might turn around in the chaos and see a comrade covered in tentacles rush out of the mist and knock him to the ground.

Fortunately, not long after, under Galahad's command, the priests finally managed to cast a wide-range purification spell to dispel the fog that had enveloped the front ranks of their own army.

The once orderly defensive formation was gone, torn into chaos by the scattered crossbowmen and corrupted traitors.

Fortunately, their overall losses were not too great. After all, it was just a small squad of a few hundred knights shooting at them, and even if they used contaminated arrows, the impact would be limited.

But just as Galahad was comforting himself, he looked at the chaotic scene in the front row and seemed to suddenly realize something.

The next moment, the earth trembled slightly, confirming his guess, and his face turned pale in that instant.

He didn't even need a telescope anymore; he could see, just by looking up, a heavy cavalry legion crossing the plain and charging straight toward him with overwhelming force.

Chapter 129 Cavalry Charge

broken!

The moment Galahad saw those rows of iron cavalry breaking through the snow, he was already on the verge of collapse.

He shouted orders for the front-line troops to regroup, but this was easier said than done given the chaos caused by the corrupted.

Some soldiers, sensing impending doom based on their experience, disregarded the chaos behind them and hastily raised their shields in front of them, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

The priests at the rear had just finished charging up and releasing a wide-range purification spell, and didn't even have time to cast a protective blessing on the infantry in the front row.

Everything seemed so coincidental, like the gears of fate meshing together to drive this fatal ending.

Augustus sat astride his heavily armored, overturned iron horse, its hooves pounding through the snow. The sword in his hand shone with a dazzling holy light, pointing directly at the center of the allied forces of the three great families.

"Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting!!!"

He roared, perhaps the first time in history that a Templar had shouted this slogan to his comrades, and this battle was destined to be recorded in the annals of the Templars.

The earth trembled, and the sound of their might was overwhelming. Three thousand iron cavalrymen condensed into a streak of light, like a long spear piercing straight into the heart of a hundred thousand-strong army.

The densely packed infantry formation in front was torn apart in an instant, and the shattered armor and shields turned into a rain of iron that filled the sky.

Galahad was furious; all the defensive formations he had deployed and prepared for so long had vanished in an instant.

But Augustus's golden sword had not yet stopped, breaking through the defenses, and the neighing warhorses only accelerated the pace of destruction.

"Their objective... is bad!!"

Galahad, the commander of the allied forces, immediately realized the enemy's purpose. Breaking through the infantry formation was just the prelude; the real target was the clerics waiting behind the main army.

"Second Knights, follow me! Stop them!!!"

Galahad dared not delay any longer. He slung his spear over his shoulder, pointed his finger to his lips, and blew a long whistle. A snow-white warhorse adorned with golden tassels emerged from below the platform in response.

He then decisively flipped over and leaped off the platform. The scattered holy light condensed into the shape of wings, carrying his body lightly as he landed on the horse.

If the defensive line were still intact, the infantry formation with spears and heavy shields would be enough to withstand the charge of Augustus's heavy cavalry regiment. But now the front line has been completely destroyed, and only if the commander of the Fourth Knights of the Holy Temple personally intervenes, as he is also a commander of the same rank, can he possibly stop them.

Ella, observing this scene through the vision of the crow familiars traversing the battlefield, couldn't help but praise Galahad, the Second Knight Commander, for his courage.

As for her "teammate's" wisdom and bravery, she naturally had to do something to show her respect.

"The enemy general has already charged in! Quickly, have the troops on both flanks surround him!"

The adjutant hurriedly ordered the messenger to blow the horn, and the loud sound echoed across the battlefield. Upon hearing this, the flag bearer on the platform immediately followed suit and issued the signal to each unit.

Like ripples created by a stone thrown into a lake, the news of the change in formation spread rapidly from the right flank to the entire army.

In the distance, Reinaldo, the commander of the Judgment Knights who was flanking the left flank, saw the banner and immediately spurred his warhorse and drew his longsword, leading the Judgment Knights of the Boromeo family out of the battle line.

Galahad, in the center of the formation, did not notice this change, because in the midst of the chaotic fighting, he had already taken up his gun with both hands and spotted Augustus not far away.

Augustus and Galahad, former comrades-in-arms of the Holy See, met on the battlefield and exchanged no words. After a mere glance, they mounted their horses, brandished their weapons, and charged at each other.

There's no need to elaborate on their differences in beliefs; they both understand that when they meet on the battlefield, the only outcome will be a fight to the death.

The clash of weapons between the two extraordinary peak knight commanders created a shockwave that swept up a large patch of snow, sending ordinary infantrymen flying like leaves swept by a storm.

Behind them, the Second and Fourth Knights clashed like two sharp daggers.

Suddenly, golden light flashed across the battlefield like twinkling stars, a magnificent sight of the Holy Temple's martial arts clashing against each other; the vast snowfield was stained red with the blood of the knights, and broken swords and shattered armor were scattered all over the land.

Faced with the obstruction of the Second Knights, Augustus and his iron cavalry inevitably slowed their charge.

If these heavily armored cavalrymen were sharks charging into the formation with their gaping maws, then the Second Knights were like a group of agile, sharp-toothed fish clinging tightly to their bodies.

This bought time for the priests in the rear to relocate, and the infantry that had been broken through in the front line regrouped and gathered from the rear, making the Fourth Knights' cavalry feel like they were stuck in a quagmire.

Although the losses were heavy, with nearly half of the tens of thousands of infantry and crossbowmen killed or wounded in the enemy's charge, Galahad would have achieved his objective in this battle if he could take down Augustus and the Fourth Knights.

They crossed paths again, and with a tricky angle, he jabbed his spear past the sword's edge and into Augustus's thick shoulder armor.

Augustus was thrown off balance by the blow, and even the holy light protecting him broke into spiderweb-like cracks.

"Augustus, I admit your tactics are effective, but you can't beat me!"

Galahad seized the opportunity to sneer, pulled back his spear with one hand and twirled it, then turned around and thrust it out again the instant his mount brushed past his opponent.

The lance is far more agile than the greatsword in mounted combat. Even though Augustus could swing his greatsword with his monstrous strength, comparable to that of a troll, and cleave through any shield, a light cavalry of the same rank could easily outmaneuver him.

Just as Galahad had predicted, this counterattack pierced through Augustus's protective holy light and entered his tall and strong body.

But just as Galahad thought he had succeeded, several fine tentacles suddenly sprouted from the gap in the armor where the spearhead had pierced, wrapping around the shaft like an octopus and pulling hard.

The sudden force pulled Galahad off his horse, gun and all.

Fortunately, he reacted extremely quickly. He released his grip on the spear, and wings of holy light sprouted from his back. He spun around on the ground and soared into the air again.

The warhorse, having lost its master, immediately turned around, its hooves digging into the air as it leaped up, tracing an arc to catch Galahad in mid-air.

"Augustus, have you even become a vessel for the power of an evil god?"

Back on horseback, Galahad gripped the reins, chasing Augustus while conjuring a spell rune between his fingers.

“Foolishness, this is a blessing from God.”

Augustus glanced at Galahad with disdain, took the spear offered to him by the tentacles that emerged from his body with his left hand, and swung his arm to throw it back at Galahad.

The spear transformed into a straight line, slicing past Galahad's side as he dodged, and suddenly exploded into a large expanse of golden light.

Chapter 130 Air Support

It turned out that the rune Galahad summoned in his hand was for remotely controlling the spear to explode, and Augustus had already seen through this guy's trick and threw it back.

"You still remember this trick? Looks like your brain isn't completely corrupted."

Galahad snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the ground beneath him cracked open. A long spear made of rock and soil, covered with golden runes, shot into the sky with a "whoosh" and was then grasped in his palm.

Weapon reforging: Galahad, whose understanding of the Holy Light is extraordinary, can inscribe golden runes on any object at any time to forge it into his own weapon.

Meanwhile, Reinaldo, the Grand Master of the Knights of Judgment, led a large number of Knights of Judgment to surround Galahad from the rear and join him.

Galahad was surprised by the guy's sudden appearance, but he didn't think much of it. He figured that with someone's help, taking down Augustus would be much easier. He smirked and said, "My reinforcements have arrived. It seems you're not leaving today, Augustus."

"Really."

Augustus ignored Galahad and instead flung the reins, charging forward without hesitation.

Based on his understanding of Augustus, Galahad knew that he was a hot-blooded brute who knew nothing of retreat once the fighting started. Therefore, he had no doubt as to why Augustus and the Fourth Knights did not have any intention of retreating even when they were surrounded.

Therefore, he had not noticed that a colossal object was gradually emerging from the thick clouds high above.

It wasn't until the enormous shadow enveloped everyone below the battlefield that Galahad belatedly raised his eyes and saw the floating warship high in the sky.

The Golden Ship, an aerial fortress piloted by the First Knights, which had previously been stationed on the outer edge of Morning Star Ridge to intercept ships heading out to sea, has somehow quietly sailed back to this battlefield.

Galahad's eyes widened in surprise, and it was at that moment that he noticed that the entire army's formation had been rearranged into a dense, rounded shape.

Its ridiculous appearance was like a target laid flat on the ground.

Just as Galahad was distracted, Augustus suddenly unleashed a sword strike that disregarded all martial ethics.

As an agile lancer, Galahad hastily blocked the greatsword's edge with his lance. The immense force caused his arms to go numb, and even his warhorse stumbled and lost its balance.

At the same time, the golden ship in the sky opened rows of portholes located below the cabins, from which cannons filled with magical energy emerged.

"Boom boom boom"

Like the roar of an ancient dragon, countless muffled booms echoed through the heavens.

The fire rain from the cannonballs fell like a curtain of stars from the sky, pouring down on the heads of the allied forces surrounded by the three families.

The continuous artillery fire shook the earth, and the entire battlefield seemed to be wailing in agony.

Why was the First Knights recalled at this time? Wasn't it said that the fake saintess had already sent them to the outskirts?

Galahad looked at his troops, who were being routed by artillery fire, his face turning deathly pale.

"Yes, my reinforcements have arrived, Galahad. Now, who should run away?"

Augustus slung his greatsword over his shoulder and scoffed.

"Are you crazy, Augustus?! These cannonballs don't have eyes!!"

Galahad's eyes widened. "I refuse to believe your troops won't get bombed!!!"

"But you have far more people than I do, don't you?"

Augustus burst into laughter. "And haven't I told you before that I love charging into battle amidst a hail of gunfire?"

"I think you've really gone mad!"

Galahad yanked on the reins and roared, "Retreat! Retreat the entire army!!"

"Want to run?"

Augustus once again pointed his sword, spurred his warhorse, and cried out, "Holy Light above, in the name of the Saintess, the Fourth Knights, follow me and crush them!!!"

……

This was perhaps the first time in the history of the mainland that three thousand men had chased after one hundred thousand. The allied forces of the three families were defeated and retreated in disarray to the Boromeo family's fortress under the bombardment of the Golden Ship.

There were powerful crossbows deployed there to target aerial enemies. These were defensive fortifications originally set up in consideration of the presence of the First Knights, which ultimately saved Galahad and his men's lives.

The golden ship stopped approaching once it reached the airspace where the giant crossbows could fire, and Augustus also ceased his pursuit, setting up camp to await the arrival of the rest of the Holy City's army from the rear.

The battle line, which had originally been pushed to the Holy City by the allied forces of the three families, was pushed back in one wave and retreated to the front of the Boromeo family's fortress.

As the sun set, both sides needed to rest, and the war entered a halftime break.

On the side of the three major families, the number of their 100,000 troops has been reduced by nearly half, and the remaining troops are even showing signs of morale collapse.

If it weren't for the strict discipline of Galahad and Reinaldo, some soldiers might have considered deserting.

Ella, the sixth son, also took this opportunity to sit in the Boromeo family's council hall and discuss with a group of officers the reasons for the great defeat that afternoon.

"I don't understand why they seem to know everything about our deployments."

At the conference table, Galahad's face was gloomy. He glanced at everyone present and then focused on the blue-haired girl sitting on the opposite side.

"Also, Miss Sophia, I heard from the commander of the Holy Arcane Order that the Cloud Mist spell was cast on your orders today?"

"You're setting up a bunch of shield-bearing soldiers in front of the formation to act as targets for everyone to shoot at,"

Ella shrugged. "It's fine if you don't care about the lives of your men, but I don't want to lose troops for nothing. Without using the Cloud Mist spell to conceal ourselves, wouldn't the enemy be able to hit us with every shot?"

"You stupid woman, don't you even look at what kind of arrows they're using?!"

Galahad felt his blood pressure rising. "That stuff splashes! How are my men supposed to avoid it if you completely obscure it with fog?!"

"It's as if you can avoid it just because there's no fog."

Ella raised her chin, her tone dismissive, "In the end, it's all because you stubbornly believed that the other side would only use heavy cavalry charges, and that's why you set up such an inflexible and foolish formation."

"And because of this, all the priests were gathered together. Now, we have more than a thousand priests, but only six hundred are left. The wounded are piled up and could stretch from here to outside the city. We can't even treat them all."