Emenas, Central School Building.

"Next is Darcy from Qiaodun College against Ling from Chengzhai College." Following the referee's order, the two stepped onto the competition field.

Darcy, wearing dark steel armor, held a thick spear in his hand and waved it casually in the air. A whistling sound was heard in the venue, and then the spear was erected on the ground. The chief of the Pier Academy stood in the venue as if cast in iron.

Even through the heavy armor, the students present could still sense the powerful strength contained in that body.

On the other side of the arena, a winged girl wearing tight silver armor slowly descended from the sky. The pair of wings behind her were not virtual entities made of magic or energy, but entities with flesh and blood. Their silver-blue feathers were like sword blades, reflecting bursts of dangerous light under the lights of the venue.

"The game begins!"

Following the referee's command, Ling flew directly into the sky, and the sword feathers on his wings spread out, like a series of cold short swords surrounding his body.

As a branch of the Orcs, the Winged Clan possesses abilities similar to those of certain Warcraft, and can transform their wings into sharp blades for attack.

As she reached high altitude, avoiding Darcy's attack range, the scattered silver feathers gathered in the air like swallows, then dived towards the opponent below.

The extremely sharp edge flashed with dangerous brilliance.

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Clancia, Sword Pine City.

Breathing in the choking scent of gunpowder from the battlefield, amidst a cloud of dust, these golden-red knights charged down from top to bottom like a torrent. A mere 30 men, their force was like a tsunami, unstoppable.

The warhorse leaped high and then fell down. The golem in front of him suddenly grew larger in his field of vision. The lances on his wrists and arms had already been placed on the horse, and they collided with the golem as he charged.

The moment the two came into contact, a huge explosive force was transmitted from the tip of the lance. The lance was like a red-hot iron inserted into butter, and the diffused green smoke was accompanied by a sizzling sound.

Even the heavy golem was lifted slightly at this moment, sliding backward, and then the spear, like the scorching sun, slashed a long, hideous wound. Iron and machinery flew everywhere, and the pilot was instantly reduced to shattered flesh, scorched and shredded by the intense heat.

Of the sixty golems stationed outside the city walls, over twenty were instantly crippled by the scorching torrent, along with the mages among them. After penetrating the sparse golem formation, Sage, accompanied by the Havoc Knights, turned their formation on the riverbank, panting heavily. Puffs of white air emanated from the cracks beneath his helmet. His body within the armor was already drenched in sweat, and he felt a chill in the late autumn breeze.

He swept his eyes across and took a quick count of the number of people. There were more than 30 Knights of Cataclysm, not one was missing. They were indeed elite warriors who had experienced many battles.

Holding the hot lances tightly in their hands, they mounted their horses again. The sound of horse hooves became faster and faster, and this group of knights in gold and red cloaks began their second charge.

The golems that were dispersed by the Knights of Havoc on the battlefield scattered to both sides. They no longer attacked the city walls, but turned around. The magic cannon muzzles on their shoulders burst into condensed light, and then rays of faint blue light swept across the battlefield.

At such a close distance, the narrow and messy battlefield made it impossible to avoid at this time. The knights in the front row bore the brunt of the attack, turning into real burning flames in the beam of light. The armored horses and riders continued to move forward in severe pain and burning, trying their best to block the teammates behind for a few seconds. Then, as if losing all strength, they collapsed to the side of the road, and with a burst of wailing from the horses, they were no longer alive.

The Havoc Knights behind continued to advance.

"Forward, Clancy!"

The glorious charge slogans have never ceased since the day of the uprising. The wishes and beliefs from the bottom of the heart are so strong, like bursting flames burning in the chest, making people ready to burst out.

Everything in sight seemed to be empty, and I had only one belief in this life. Forward, forward, and ever forward. There was only one path to the future, no other way.

Abandon any weak luck and fantasy, do not pray for any mercy and charity, only the spear and flag in your hand are so solid and firm, this is Clancy's choice, belief, and destiny.

The broken city gate opened again, and taking advantage of the opportunity when the golem and the Knight of Havoc were fighting, a group of cavalrymen without any extraordinary strength rushed out of the city gate. They carried explosives and attacked from the back of the golem. Their dark grey armor was like falling arrows, piercing into the chaotic battlefield.

Faced with this pincer attack, the remaining golems on the field had no time to react. They knocked down a group of Havoc Knights, and then were approached by the cavalry who came later. They detonated explosives, and with loud noises, huge clouds of dust were raised on the battlefield.

The battlefield was filled with dim dust, accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of metal being pulled and twisted. Tall golems fell one after another. Some mages tried to escape from the hatch through the air, and then long spears shot out from the battlefield below pierced them in the air, causing blood flowers and broken limbs to explode in the air and then scatter on the ground.

The previously powerful iron golem army finally fell, and there was no more metal friction and roaring sounds on the battlefield.

The remaining soldiers, regardless of their wounds and pain, jumped off their horses and staggered to their fallen comrades, looking for any survivors who were still breathing. A mournful roar sounded under the sunset glow.

The evening wind blew, and the pungent smoke and dust slowly dissipated, leaving behind a battlefield of steel, blood, broken guns, and severed limbs.

Saige slowly stopped the warhorse under him, dismounted, and looked at the adjutant in the ravine. His face, which had been so lively in the morning, was now covered in dust, sleeping peacefully there.

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