The front line of the battle.

The knights' heavy ice-mane warhorses, clad in thick plate armor blessed by the Holy Light, were like small mobile fortresses, wedging fiercely into the werewolf formation in a cone formation.

The milky white holy light condensed and exploded at the tip of the spear, transforming into a blazing cone of light that tore through the darkness.

“Sizzle!”

As soon as the Dark Ice Werewolf in the front row came into contact, its body covered with dark fur and ice armor was easily pierced by the Holy Light Spear.

The holy light and dark magic collided violently, making a harsh sound like burning flesh and evaporating ice crystals.

The pierced werewolf howled miserably, black smoke and ice chips splattered from the wound, and its strong vitality quickly disappeared under the purifying power of the holy light.

However, the following werewolves stepped on the corpses of their companions and pounced on them without fear.

Their sharp claws, wrapped in the coldness of shadows, frantically tore at the armor of the war horses and the leg armor of the knights, making a teeth-grinding metal scraping sound.

Ice-blue breath spurted out from the ferocious wolf kiss, trying to freeze the knight and the mount.

The knights moved in unison, thrusting and retracting their spears, blocking and striking with their shields.

Holy light circulated around them, forming a resonant force field, greatly weakening the shadow erosion and frost freezing effects of the werewolf claws.

The Holy Light Priest chanted in the back row, the purifying aura dispelled the cold poison spewed by the wolves, and the light of healing magic flickered on the injured knight.

Every thrust of the spears plowed a short, bloody passage through the dense pack of wolves, but it was instantly filled with more fearless werewolves.

This is the advantage of legion combat. Even if the soldiers on both sides are all seventh-level strongmen, the Holy Knights have legion-level magic blessing.

But the werewolf army is just monsters after all. Even if their formation looks neat, they have no amplification or blessing.

The result is inevitable.

Looking down from the sky, the vast entrance to the ice field has become a boiling purgatory.

The Eighth Holy Knights transformed into a huge mobile fortress emitting milky white light, slowly and steadily pressing forward.

The sharp spearheads of the Holy Light Piercing Array continued to penetrate, and the two wings were under tremendous pressure from the werewolves' crazy attack.

Although supported by legion-level magic, the Eighth Holy Knights can crush the werewolf army in front.

But a high-level werewolf is still a high-level werewolf after all.

The number of Dark Ice Werewolves is truly astonishing.

They are like black tides, wave after wave, constantly beating against the embankment of holy light.

Their high-level strength gives them terrifying individual strength and speed. When their claws swing, ice chips and shadow energy fly everywhere, leaving deep dents on the holy light armor.

From time to time, a knight was dragged off his horse by several werewolves and torn to pieces in an instant, and the holy light dimmed.

When the Knights' lines began to waver in local areas, casualties began to rise.

The cavalry's charge and the werewolf's counterattack took place on every inch of the ice.

The roar of the exploding holy light, the dying howl of the werewolf, the clang of metal colliding, and the loud noise of ice breaking mixed together to form a bloody symphony.

The icy air was stirred by the scorching holy energy and the dark ice, forming a chaotic energy turbulence, which swept up a cold wind mixed with blood foam and ice dust.

The ground had long been dyed into a muddy mixture of dark red and ice blue, and broken weapons, frozen limbs, and werewolf corpses scorched by holy light were everywhere in sight.

The werewolves' fearlessness and bravery ultimately slowed down the Holy Light Piercing Array's progress.

However, this stalemate often does not last long in a battlefield with legendary combat power.

Soon, a sudden change in the center of the battlefield broke the stalemate.

A dark golden sword light that was condensed to the extreme, like thunder tearing through the night sky, suddenly erupted from the core position of the Knights!

Theodore Pellegrini took action.

The black ice-maned warhorse under him let out a deafening roar, and wherever its hooves passed, the solid ice turned to powder.

He rode alone, but he exuded the momentum of thousands of troops.

The black-armored longsword in his hand, engraved with dark-gold holy patterns, no longer just emitted light. The sword itself seemed to have transformed into a flowing liquid holy flame, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature and purifying power that made one's soul tremble.

Wherever the sword pointed, the dark ice werewolf in front melted like thin snow under the scorching sun.

No matter how they roared or how they formed dark ice shields, it was meaningless in the face of that pure legendary power.

The sword flashed, and the werewolf's powerful body and ice armor were instantly vaporized, leaving no ashes, only charred burn marks.

A short-lived vacuum channel created by pure destruction was formed along Theodore's charge path!

He penetrated the entire werewolf army's vanguard position like a red-hot iron piercing butter.

Any werewolves who tried to stop him, no matter how many there were, were turned into nothing by the long sword burning with holy flames.

With an unstoppable posture, he tore a crack in the dense sea of ​​werewolves, leading directly to the entrance of the Eternal Ice Abyss!

The morale of the Knights soared instantly, and they launched a more violent attack following the gap torn by the leader.

Theodore's figure did not pause at all, like a black meteor, instantly disappearing into the huge crack of the Eternal Silence Ice Abyss where dark blue and inky mist surged.

As soon as you enter the ice abyss, a biting cold that seems to be able to freeze the essence of your soul surges in, a hundred times more severe than the outside world.

On both sides of the abyss are black and inky black ice cliffs that are thousands of feet high and exude an aura of eternal silence.

The bottom of the abyss is unfathomable, and the thick cold air forms a substantial mist that blurs the vision and strongly interferes with perception.

However, in this extremely cold and dead silence that almost blocked all perception, a unique and eye-catching energy fluctuation, like a beacon in the darkness, was instantly captured by Theodore.

That is... the breath of the Star Skeleton Heart!

A bone-chilling coldness, yet also containing a terrifying energy that seemed to come from the extinction of stars and the collapse of all things.

It exudes a unique starlight magic. This starlight is not the deep and tranquil starry sky feeling of the Star-Moon Church, but a starlight with a sense of death and chaos, as if it has been forcibly twisted and swallowed by the origin of the stars.

This breath was like an icy and slippery poisonous snake, entwined in the chill of the abyss, carrying a heart-pounding ominous feeling.

The source of this breath is deep in the abyss, and it is... moving!

Theodore's wrinkled face was filled with a solemn expression that reached its peak.

The oracle is indeed here, and he seems to be trying to control or transfer the object of the gods that is most likely from outer space!

Without the slightest hesitation, the holy light around Theodore surged, like a small sun falling into the abyss, dispersing the thick cold fog, locking onto the source of the blasphemous starlight, and rushing towards the deepest part of the ice abyss.

The real target is right before our eyes, we must capture the oracle!