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Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, the first thing that came into view was an extremely eye-catching red flag with a pattern of St. George slaying a dragon embroidered with gold thread.

"It's that group of paladins again."

Leon cursed in a low voice. The British have always arranged a branch of the Knights of St. George on the border. The Texans and the Knights of St. George are also old rivals.

"Heretical paladins?"

Baron Charles snorted: "We have also fought with the Mexican paladins. 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. It seemed that he didn't know how to write the word humble.

"You didn't show such arrogance when we beat you to a pulp in the arena."

"That's because I didn't take it seriously!"

Baron Charles blushed. As a true dragon, if he fully activated his blood power and entered the state of half-dragonization, his hard power would be even stronger than Leon, the elite centurion.

But unfortunately, his use of supernatural power is still very rough. I guess he also realized this, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to ask Leon to learn some "new things" that he had never taught others.

"There is a proverb in Texas, which is that whether it is a poor horse or a good horse can only be determined on the battlefield."

Leon changed the subject and said seriously: "Mr. Baron, the enemy's paladin armor is enchanted, and the threat that guns can pose to them is very small, and the enchanted holy weapons in their hands will have an additional bonus to our damage, so I need you to act as the spearhead of the charge."

"No problem!"

Charlie agreed decisively.

"And the four of you, I have often dealt with holy light users in recent years. This kind of power depends on your spirit. When you believe that you are invincible, you are the most powerful."

The four Templar Knights looked at each other and nodded as if they understood.

They had just come into contact with Holy Light not long ago, and the special training during this period was just barely enough to get started. They had experienced the power of the real Holy Light masters when they used Holy Light.

"Knight Commander Jeanna said that Holy Light is the embodiment of will. The more life and death trials there are, the greater the improvement of Holy Light. We understand!"

Leon smiled bitterly: "That's the case. Otherwise, the Paladins on the opposite side would not have given up their comfortable lives in their homeland and run to the New World, but the trials between life and death might have really killed them."

If Mr. Losa had not told him that their death in this world was not real death, Leon would not have considered bringing these "new recruits" to the battlefield anyway, which would be no different from murder.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. Nearly twenty white horse Paladins lined up in a row, and they had obviously discovered a group of people who were accelerating and approaching.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Leon shouted loudly, and the cowboys under him immediately drew their sabers and lined up in a loose goose formation.

Baron Charles took the lead, raised his lance, and rode to the front of the team.

He turned back and shouted: "Knights of the Order of Saint Lazarus, raise your lances, put down your fear, remember who you are fighting for, and remember the glory you carry."

"Remember who pulled you out of the quagmire of poverty, gave you armor, weapons, the title of knight, and granted you the property that can fill your stomach and enable you to live a decent life."

Baron Charles shouted loudly, his eyes unconsciously turned red. Because of his excitement, he kept spewing hot white mist from his mouth and nose, and then rushed out in the sound of "Hallelujah" chanted by the four Templar Knights.

"This kid!"

Leon looked at the five people and was slightly surprised.

Almost visible to the naked eye, the white cloaks of the four Templar Knights and the lances in their hands were shrouded in a faint golden glow.

As for the knights of the Order of St. George, who had discovered their tracks and were rapidly approaching, looked at each other in surprise, their faces under the iron helmets: "Holy Light, have the Texans trained their own paladins?"

"Where did they get the Holy Light inheritance? How can their heretical churches, which are tainted by evil demons, train paladins who can be bathed in the grace of God?"

"Don't forget, the French sent people to secretly help the Texans. The Knight of Glory of the Holy Order once helped the evil monsters to fight against our British army."

When mentioning the century-old enemy, the members of the Knights felt indignant: "It's this damn group of French guys again. Brothers, pick up our war hammers and spears, and crush all the heretical evil knights supported by the French like our ancestors did!"

"Hallelujah!"

The red cloaks they wore were surrounded by the sacred golden light. They waved long-handled war hammers, pulled down their masks, and launched a violent charge.

Thus, a strange scene appeared on the field. Both sides were bathed in holy light and shouted sacred slogans. The only difference was the slight difference in accent. At the same time, the eyes they looked at each other clearly wanted to eat him alive.

Bang——

The iron hammer hit Charlie, and the short-handled metal lance in his hand was bent by the opponent's heavy hammer almost instantly.

But this guy was not panicked at all. When he saw that the opponent's hammer was about to hit his face, he dodged sideways very skillfully, and lifted the paladin on horseback directly with his backhand. He opened his mouth and a mouthful of dragon fire sprayed out from the hole in his helmet.

The shrill screams resounded.

At the same time, the four Templar Knights around him also fought with the enemy's Paladins.

These scouts of the Order of St. George were all lower-level knights, at 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.

However, the fight between the two sides surprised Leon. He saw that the short spears in their hands, because of the Holy Light, did not bend like the lance in Charlie's hand when fighting with the enemy, and the tremendous force was also received by them in a rather thrilling way.

One of them even fought back, using the horse's power to thrust the lance in his hand, piercing the neck of a Paladin's mount diagonally. The warhorse wailed and threw the knight behind him to the ground.

"For Saint Lothar!"

Another Templar Knight, watching himself gradually fall behind in the struggle with the enemy, seemed to have a raging fire in his eyes, and roared, the whole person seemed to be burning, the dazzling holy light bloomed, and he leaped directly into the air, knocking the knight on the opposite side off his mount, punching him on the helmeted visor one after another, like a madman!

"This kind of evil magic of burning life in exchange for holy light, they are really damn French guys!"

The Knights of Saint George who saw this scene exclaimed.

The Templar Knights under Lothar received the inheritance of the most orthodox Knights Templar in the world. After the Knights were wiped out by the King of France, the Holy Light training method they inherited was also passed on to the current Holy Knights. Therefore, the two can be regarded as a continuation of the same lineage.

Although the power of Holy Light is idealistic, it cannot be achieved overnight. They chose to burn their lives at the beginning of the battle.

Sensing this atmosphere, the Knights of St. George reaffirmed their guess: "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."