After listening to the words of the Marquis of Elfaro and Krylov III, Grush felt that he had a 'philosophy' like a playful and vexatious child, and the two 'monarchs' were more 'mature' in comparison......

But is this really the case?

Grush gripped the hilt of his sword and clenched the book, feeling the security of the weapon and the 'artifact' he felt.

He was standing in the middle of the battlefield now, but his mind was blank, and he wasn't struggling with which of the two monarchs was 'right' or his own thoughts......

Instead, he remembered a phrase he had learned in the Sorrowful Wind Collar: 'The existence of anything is reasonable!'

This is a sentence he heard when he visited the school, because he thought it made sense, so he took it to heart, but he only understood the surface meaning of this sentence.

But after listening to the words of the two monarchs, he understood that the saying 'existence is reasonable' is true, but that 'existence itself does not mean right' – or that perhaps the existence of something is 'right' for something else, but for humanity the 'existence' of those things, while 'reasonable', is not 'correct'!

What the two monarchs said was 'very reasonable', and if human society maintained eternal order, then it would be terrible......

However, the holy warriors did not exist to 'maintain order', they existed for 'justice', for the 'justice' in their hearts, and for a better future, they gathered together and were collectively called 'holy warriors'.

If it's for 'justice', then what about destroying 'order'?

Anyway, from the very beginning, in the eyes of others, weren't they holy warriors such crazy people?!

Boom Boom –

After the order of Krylov III, the armies of both sides began to advance, and in the process, the 'advance' became the 'charge'!

This is the 'inferiority of humanity' - at this distance, Grush can already feel the 'fanaticism' of the soldiers on both sides, and every step they take is another step towards 'death'.

However, they don't care in the slightest!

In other words, 'greed' has taken over their brains, occupied all the space for thinking, and in their eyes, only the figure of the enemy is left at this time, and those soldiers in black armor are their enemies!

They want to be 'noble'! They want to be 'rich and prosperous'! They want to rule a territory, even if it's just a small village, a small mountain village that is not rich!

"Forward, forward, kill them, kill them!!"

"I'm going to be a noble!!"

"Kill, !!"

The charging soldiers vented their fears with roars, and under the inspiration of Krylov III, they raised their swords and rushed towards the enemy with an indomitable momentum.

Only by killing the enemy will they have a chance to become a nobleman!

Only by killing the enemy will they have a chance to stay alive!

Only by killing enough enemies can they gain the appreciation of His Majesty the King and become a true 'lord'!

Who hasn't had unrealistic dreams as a child?

Even when they grew up in this cruel world, they had dreams that were so beautiful that they didn't want to wake up, and in the process of growing up, they gradually discarded the unrealistic, because they saw the reality clearly and stopped delusional, because they knew that no matter how much they 'imagined', their dreams would not come true.

They have become 'mature', they have become 'adults', so they have lost all their dreams, so their eyes can only see reality......

Now, they have 'regained their dream' and become a lord is no longer their 'dream' - the dream has become a reality!

All who stand in their way must die!

In the face of the threat of death and the temptation of power, many people will be somewhat panicked, and at such times, the herd effect of human beings will be magnified to the extreme!

"First echelon, forward!"

Marquis Arroella, who was in the rear, gave an order, and his voice reached the ears of the officers through the 'Transmission Stone'.

The officers of the first echelon waved their hands and ordered: "Heavy shields and spears continue to advance!"

"Archers in position!"

"The cavalry follow me!"

"Rush with me, rush with me!"

The army of the royal army has begun to be chaotic, because they are not a legion in the first place, in addition to the army of the Rezel family, there are also the armies of several other nobles in the first echelon.

The knights with the banner of the falcon on their backs and the cavalry began to charge, leaving the heavy shieldmen and pikemen behind, and the archers hurriedly put their arrows on the bows and drew their bowstrings.

The archers on both sides had already drawn their bows, and the officers were anxiously shouting, "Release!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

Compared to the poor royal army, the army of the Marquis of Elfaro looked very well-trained, with heavy shieldmen carrying large shields and roaring forward, pikemen following closely behind, and the cavalry spreading out on both sides, ready to attack the royal army from the left and right.

Unlike the chaotic and noisy royal army, the officers of the Elfaro army commanded in unison, like a thunderclap on the ground.

"Lift—put!"

The officers' arms swung down, and a thunderous shout rang out, and then the archers on both sides let go of their bowstrings and shot their arrows.

Rain of arrows, overwhelming!

Grush looked up, and a shadow had shrouded him, obscuring the sun, and the dense arrows looked to him like a dagger with a handle piercing his chest.

He had cut open his chest so that they could see his heart, but in exchange for these 'daggers' who wanted to kill him...... Ridiculous, right?

The cavalry, who was rushing too fast, looked up at the rain of arrows, and couldn't help but change his face greatly, and turned his head and shouted: "Go back!

At the same time, they also tugged at the reins, trying to make the horses turn around and go back, completely ignoring the pain of the horses, but it was still too late.

'Heavy rain', already pouring down!

After the officer's order was given, the shield soldiers had already slowed down, and when they heard the arrows fired, they even stopped, and when they saw the rain of arrows coming, they half-crouched and raised their shields to protect their comrades behind them and their comrades.

But the cavalry of the royal army was different, they rushed too fast, and they had to face not only the enemy's arrows, but also the arrows behind them - they had no way to escape!

"Ahh

In the face of 'death', they can only let out senseless, frightened, self-defeating cries to vent the fear in their hearts, trying to make their death easier.

However, no matter how they scream and shout, nothing will change the outcome of their deaths—

Grush took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it as the rain of arrows poured down, and then, tilting his head, his eyes reflecting the clearer and clearer arrows, he drew his weapon!

"No matter how you justify 'this war'—"

Silver light flickered on the paladin's body, and with each flicker, an extra piece of bright silver armor appeared on his body.

The armor reflected the light, setting off the paladin with a brilliant glow, and even the standard longsword in his hand turned into a 'silver edge' after the silver light shone.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, and powerful holy power surged through Grush's body!

"No matter how 'high-sounding' you describe it—"

Beneath the silver-white helmet, under the visor, Grush's eyes shone brightly, and behind him a pair of white and flawless wings unfurled, and the feathers fluttered in the air and turned into a little starlight!

Grush let go of the Principle of Justice, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swung his sword upward, pouring power into the sword.

A pillar of light rose into the sky, breaking through the 'dark clouds' and smashing the 'rain of arrows'!

"Isn't it for your own 'selfish desires'?!" Grush roared angrily.