OBS Chapter 781 Confrontation
Chapter 781 Confrontation
Chapter 781 Confrontation
Along with the sound of horse hooves, the first thing that came into view was an extremely eye-catching flag with a bright red background, on which was embroidered with gold thread the pattern of St. George slaying the dragon.
"It's those Paladins again."
Leon cursed under his breath. The British had always had a branch of the Order of St. George stationed on the border, and the Texans and the Order of St. George were old rivals.
"A heretic paladin?"
Baron Charles snorted and said, "We have also fought against the Mexican Paladins before, and I feel that their level is just so-so. There is nothing to be surprised about."
Leon was speechless. This guy was only a little polite when he asked him for advice, as if he didn't know how to write the word humble.
"Even when we beat you to a pulp in the arena, you were not so arrogant."
"That's because I didn't mean it seriously!"
Baron Charlie's face flushed red. As a follower of a true dragon, if he used all his strength to activate his bloodline and enter a half-dragon state, his hard power would be greater than that of Leon, the elite centurion.
But unfortunately, his use of supernatural powers is still very crude. He must have realized this, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to follow Leon to learn some "new things" that he has never taught others.
"There's a Texas proverb that goes, 'Whether a horse is good or bad, it's only on the battlefield that the difference is made."
Leon changed the subject and said seriously, "Mr. Baron, the enemy's paladin armor is all enchanted. Guns can pose little threat to them, and the enchanted holy weapons in their hands will have additional damage to us. So, I need you to act as the spearhead of the charge."
"no problem!"
Charlie agreed decisively.
"And you four, I have dealt with Holy Light users quite often over the years. This power depends on your spirit. When you believe that you are invincible, that is when you are most powerful."
The four Templar Knights looked at each other and nodded as if they understood.
They had only just come into contact with Holy Light a short time ago, and the special training during this period had only barely helped them get started. They had experienced and witnessed the might displayed by true Holy Light masters when they used Holy Light.
"Knight Commander Jeanna once said that Holy Light is the embodiment of will. The more life and death trials one goes through, the greater the improvement of Holy Light will be. We understand!"
Leon smiled bitterly: "That's the case. Otherwise, the paladins on the other side would not have given up the comfortable life in their homeland and run to the New World. But the test between life and death may really kill them."
If Mr. Losa had not told him that their death in this world was not real death, Leon would never have considered bringing these "recruits" to the battlefield, as that would be no different from murder.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. Nearly twenty white horse paladins were lined up in a row. They had obviously discovered the group and were speeding up to get closer.
"Get ready to meet the enemy!"
Leon shouted loudly, and the cowboys under his command immediately drew their sabers and formed a loose goose formation.
Baron Charles took the lead, raised his lance, and rode to the front of the team.
He turned around and shouted, "Knights of the Order of Saint Lazarus, raise your lances, put aside the fear in your hearts, remember who you are fighting for, and remember the glory you carry."
"Remember who pulled you out of the mire of poverty, gave you armor, weapons, the title of knight, and the land that could fill your stomach and enable you to live a decent life."
Baron Charles shouted loudly, his eyes unconsciously turned red, and because of his excitement, hot white mist kept coming out of his mouth and nose. Then, with the four Knights Templar chanting "Hallelujah" in unison, he rushed out first.
"This boy!"
Leon looked at these five people and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
Almost visible to the naked eye, a faint golden glow lingered on the white cloaks of the four Templar Knights and the lances in their hands.
As for the knights of the Order of St. George, who had discovered their tracks and were rapidly approaching, they looked at each other in astonishment, their faces under their iron helmets: "Shenghui, have the Texans trained their own paladins?"
"Where did they get their Holy Light inheritance? How could their heretical churches, which were tainted by evil spirits, train holy knights who could receive God's grace?"
"Don't forget, the French sent people to secretly help the Texans. The Brilliant Knight of the Holy Order once aided the evil monsters to fight against our British army."
Mentioning the century-old enemy, all the members of the Knights were filled with righteous indignation: "It's these damn French guys again. Brothers, pick up our hammers and spears, and crush all these heretical knights supported by the French like our ancestors did!"
"Hallelujah!"
They were wearing red cloaks surrounded by a sacred golden glow, wielding long-handled war hammers, pulling down their masks, and launching a violent charge.
Thus, a strange scene appeared on the field. Both sides were bathed in the holy light and shouted sacred slogans, with only slight differences in accents. At the same time, the eyes they looked at each other clearly wanted to eat them alive.
boom--
The iron war hammer smashed towards Charles, and the short-handled metal lance in his hand was bent by the opponent's heavy war hammer almost instantly.
But this guy didn't panic at all. When he saw the opponent's hammer was about to hit his face, he dodged sideways very skillfully, picked up the paladin on horseback with his backhand, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of dragon fire spurted out from the holes in the opponent's helmet.
Piercing screams resounded.
At the same time, the four Templar Knights around him also fought with the enemy's Paladins.
These scouts of the Knights of St. George were all lower-ranking knights, about the level of elite leaders, but their combat power was by no means comparable to that of the four Templar Knights who had just come into contact with the Holy Light.
But the fight between the two sides surprised Leon. He saw that the short spears in their hands, because they were surrounded by holy light, not only did not bend like the lance in Charles' hand when they fought with the enemy, but they also received the tremendous force in a thrilling way.
One of them even fought back, using the horse's power to thrust his lance forward, piercing the neck of a paladin's mount diagonally. The horse let out a wail and threw the knight behind him to the ground.
"For Santa Rosa!"
Another Templar Knight, seeing that he was gradually losing the upper hand in the wrestling with the enemy, his eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire. He roared, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. The dazzling holy light burst out, and he leaped directly into the air, knocked the knight opposite him off his mount, and punched him on the visor of his helmet one after another, like a madman!
"This kind of evil magic that burns life in exchange for holy light, they are really damn French!"
The Knights of St. George who saw this scene exclaimed in surprise.
The Templar Knights under Lothar inherited the most orthodox Templar Order in the world. After the Knights Templar were wiped out by the King of France, their inherited Holy Light training method was also passed on to the current Holy Knights. Therefore, the two can be said to be of the same lineage.
Although the power of Holy Light is idealistic, it cannot be achieved overnight. At the beginning of the battle, they chose to burn their lives.
Sensing this atmosphere, the members of the Order of St. George reaffirmed their conjecture: "Although the French did not personally participate in the battle, they still secretly sent volunteers to participate in the war, just like in the Boer War."