Chapter 585 (2/2)

Lorraine Hill sighed in her heart for a while. In the face of the gradually sloping war, she raised her right hand and a knight in silver armor stepped out.

The full covered helmets of these knights are decorated with a pair of long wings, which reflect the silver light in the sun, while the cross spears in their hands emit a sharp magic wave in the sun.

”Iron and steel sun, array!”

The head of the cavalry, Kanda, gave a loud shout. The three hundred high-level elite Knights lined up into a triangle. After receiving the order, the spear array in front of them suddenly spread to both sides, revealing a spacious road.

”Attack

With a command, these knights, like hot winds and flames, are accelerating on the earth. Just a few seconds later, just like a speeding chariot, it directly collided with the other cavalry.

For a moment, people were tumbling, white flame and gray iron intertwined, swords and lances collided, sparks and sharp frictions sounded, and a falcon cavalry was directly knocked upside down and then overturned on both sides. The Falcon cavalry's speed dropped abruptly as it was in the middle of the torrent.

In the face of such a scene, the army behind the Falcon sounded a rapid bugle, its voice distant and vast, straight into the blue sky.

After hearing the continuous sound of the horn, Lorraine Hill looked up in the direction of the sun in the sky, with small black spots facing the glare of the sun. As it gets closer and closer, its figure and appearance gradually become clear.

A soldier with wings is flying in the air. There are about 50000 of them, like clouds covering the sky. The dark shadow falls on the earth, like the actual oppression printed into the hearts of the soldiers in clancia. The depression and depression permeate the battlefield.

When clancia mobilized the rear army to change the formation, the earth suddenly changed color, and a long black gun shot down like rain.

The sound of brushing the air is shaking people's hearts. A long gun directly penetrates the soldiers from the top of the head. The dense blood and yellow sand are mixed in the dust. Everything in the field of vision seems to become a flesh and blood hell. Many people died in the battle before they could scream.

And just as the soldiers on the side of clancia were almost desperate, a neat and urgent spell sounded.

”The wind of glory turns into a holy barrier of isolation.” Hundreds of voices are like one person, singing together and chanting.

Lorraine hill held up her staff of wings, and behind her, a black robed clergyman raised his palm to the sky to cast the spell.

A pale white and colorless air flow barrier rose above the military array, blowing the black long gun to the open space on both sides to isolate it. At this point, the military array in clancia below was relieved. With the addition of soldiers from the rear array, the front was finally stabilized again.

Seeing this scene, the black winged soldiers in the sky are also changing their offensive. After turning a bend in the air, they dive down, cut through the atmosphere and emit a continuous whistling. Their momentum is like the black cloud coming into the world and falling to the earth.

In the face of this appalling scene, Lorraine Hill breathes deeply, eyes slightly closed, and then suddenly opens, eyes blooming with holy blue.

”This body is the holy temple of holiness.”

With this sigh, the atmosphere rippled like a lake. Mana in the air suddenly turned into the magic of angel sequence, and bursts of pale white halo emerged from the atmosphere, just like the heaven of holy land.

And behind her, the high-level friars with silver pupils also put their hands together and prayed quietly, with white and broad wings stretching from behind.

Then, these high-level monks and nuns, who were like angels, rose slowly, and a long cross sword made of light appeared in their hands, with white flame burning on its body.

Then, like a stray arrow, these ”angels” go up against the current from the earth, slant up into the sky, and head-on collide with the falling black cloud.

The brilliant white flame of holiness burns on the long sword, cutting and burning the unknown wings that invade the realm of holiness.

The dense and sharp cold spears shot out and crossed. It is bound to shoot down the proud figure from the sky.

The blood is scattered, the wings are scattered, and the songs of glory and death are playing in the sky.

——Now, white feather and black wing are at loggerheads.