Chapter 843: Chapter 67: Clash
Before long, accompanied by the drumming of hooves, what appeared in their line of sight was an extremely eye‑catching banner: a blood‑red field, painted with Saint George slaying the dragon.
"Damn it, those Holy Knights again."
The people of the United Kingdom had long stationed a branch of the Saint George’s Knight Order on the border, and the Texans and the Saint George’s Knight Order were already old rivals.
"Heretical Holy Knights?"
Baron Charlie snorted. "We’ve crossed blades with the Holy Knights of Mexico too. Their level is just so‑so, nothing to make a fuss about."
Except for that brief moment when he’d asked for guidance, this guy seemed to have no idea how to spell the word "humility."
"Back in the tourney field, when we beat you till you were picking your teeth up off the ground, I don’t recall you being this cocky."
"That’s because I wasn’t going all out!"
Baron Charlie’s face flushed red. As a True Dragon Follower, if he fully roused his bloodline Power and entered a state of Half-Dragon Transformation, his raw strength would surpass even Elite Centurion Leon by a head. Unfortunately, his control over Extraordinary Power was still very immature. He must have realized this himself, or he wouldn’t have taken the initiative to follow Leon around, trying to learn the "new tricks" he never taught anyone else.
"There’s a saying in Texas: you only learn if a horse is a nag or a champion when it’s on the battlefield."
Leon’s expression grew solemn. "Baron, sir, the enemy Holy Knights’ Armor is all enchanted. Firearms pose very little threat to them, while their enchanted Holy Artifacts will deal extra damage to us. So, I need you to serve as the spearhead of the Charge."
"No problem!"
Charlie agreed without hesitation.
"And you four as well. I’ve dealt with Holy Light Users quite a bit these past years. This Power depends on your Spirit. When you believe you’re unstoppable, that’s when you’re at your strongest."
The four Templar Order knights looked at one another, then nodded, half understanding, half confused.
They had only just begun touching the Holy Light; the special training over this period barely counted as stepping through the door. They had tasted and witnessed the might displayed when a true Holy Light powerhouse wielded the Holy Light.
"Knight Commander Jeanne said the Holy Light is the manifestation of will. The more it’s tempered between life and death, the greater the increase in the Holy Light. We understand!"
Leon gave a wry smile. "That’s how it is. Otherwise those Holy Knights across from us wouldn’t have given up the comfortable life back home to come to the New Continent. But tempering between life and death has a good chance of leading to actual death."
If Mr. Losa hadn’t told him that death in this world wasn’t true death for them, Leon would never have considered taking these "rookies" onto the battlefield. That would be no different from murder.
"Prepare to receive the enemy!"
Leon barked. The cowboys under his command immediately drew their sabers, forming a loose wild‑goose formation. Baron Charlie also stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, lowering his Riding Spear and spurring his Warhorse to the very front of the line.
"Templar knights, raise your Riding Spears. Remember who you’re fighting for. Remember the glory you bear on your shoulders."
"Remember who dragged you out of the mire of poverty, granted you Armor, Weapons, the title of Knight, and bestowed upon you lands that can fill your bellies and let you live with dignity."
Baron Charlie shouted loudly, his eyes unconsciously turning blood‑red. Excited, hot white vapor puffed from his mouth and nose. Then, to the chorus of "Hallelujah" chanted by the four Templar Order knights, he charged out in the lead.
"That kid..."
Watching those five, Leon couldn’t help feeling a jolt of surprise in his heart.
Almost visibly, a faint layer of Golden Radiance began to coil around the white Cloaks of the four Templar Order knights and their Riding Spears.
On the other side, the Knights of the Saint George’s Knight Order who had spotted them and were rapidly closing in couldn’t help showing a bit of surprise. "Holy Light? The Texans have actually trained their own Holy Knights?"
"Where would they get a Holy Light inheritance from? With those heretical churches of theirs defiled by Demons, could they really breed Holy Knights who can bathe in God’s grace?"
"Don’t forget, France sent people to secretly help the Texans. That Knight of Radiance once abetted evil, helping those wicked Demons fight our Great Britain army."
At this, the members of the Knight Order all grew furious. "Damn Frenchies! Brothers, pick up our Warhammers and smash these heretical evil Knights that the Frenchies helped train!"
"Hallelujah!"
Their red‑field Cloaks flared with sacred Golden Radiance. They swung their long‑handled Warhammers, lowered their visors, and launched a frenzied Charge.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded on the field: both sides bathed in Holy Light, roaring sacred slogans—differing only in accent—while the looks they cast at each other clearly said they wanted to tear the other side to pieces.
Bang—
A steel Warhammer came crashing toward Charlie. His short‑shaft Riding Spear was smashed in an instant by the weight of the enemy’s Warhammer, but the guy didn’t panic at all. As the Warhammer was about to hit him in the face, he simply twisted aside, dodged, and slammed a fist into the opponent’s Chest Armor, lifting the Holy Knight out of his saddle. Then he gaped his mouth wide, and a blast of Dragon Flame spewed out through the slits of the man’s Helmet.
At the same time, the four members of the Templar Order beside him also clashed with the enemy Holy Knights. These Scouts from the Saint George’s Knight Order were all lower‑rank Knights, about on par with Elite Corner leaders, and their combat strength far surpassed that of the four Templar Order knights who had only recently begun to touch the Holy Light.
Yet the exchange between the two sides left Leon utterly stunned. The short spears in their hands, wreathed in Holy Light, did not snap like Charlie’s Riding Spear in the clash. The surging force transmitted back was barely, but still stubbornly, absorbed by them.
One of them even counterattacked—using the momentum of his mount, he thrust his Riding Spear forward, skewering the neck of a Holy Knight’s Warhorse at an angle. With a pained whinny, the Warhorse threw its rider to the ground.
"For Saint Losa!"
Another Templar Order knight, seeing himself steadily losing ground in the grapple, had flames seemingly ignite in his eyes. With a roar, his whole body seemed to burst into flames as dazzling Holy Light flared. He directly knocked the opposing Knight from the saddle and rained punch after punch on the man’s helmeted faceplate like a madman!
"It’s the Frenchies! The Frenchies!"
The Saint George Knights who saw this scene all cried out in shock.
Another Templar Order knight, seeing himself steadily losing ground in the grapple, had flames seemingly ignite in his eyes. With a roar, his whole body seemed to burst into flames as dazzling Holy Light flared. He directly knocked the opposing Knight from the saddle and rained punch after punch on the man’s helmeted faceplate like a madman!
"It’s the Frenchies! The Frenchies!"
The Saint George Knights who saw this scene all cried out in shock.
