Count Ferdinand flicked his long fingers on the hilt of his command sword, and a complex and mysterious golden rune instantly lit up in front of him.

"Greenskin, this isn't a place for you to run wild." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The runes suddenly spread out, transforming into an enormous light-forged barrier that abruptly stood between the sinister shaman who was trying to trigger the corrosive green light, his target being the Gray Falcon Squad below, and the pile of bones!

Boom! ...

The Holy Flame Blade and Kargath's Battle Axe collided violently with the energy torrent unleashed on their second swing, like two meteors colliding!

Blinding white light and dark red blood light intertwined and annihilated each other wildly, and the shock wave that erupted sent many of the soldiers fighting below flying, and the space itself seemed to groan and tremble!

On the other side, the corrosive green light of the cold shaman slammed into Ferdinand's lightforged barrier, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

The green light frantically eroded the barrier, but was firmly blocked by the pure holy light flowing on the barrier, and finally exploded into countless light fragments.

The silent, legendary orc hunter had just drawn his bone bow, and before an arrow of nothingness had even left the bowstring, Ferdinand's icy gaze had already swept over him.

An invisible mental pressure pressed down like a mountain, forcing the hunter to change direction and shoot his arrows at the Eleventh Knights' formation below, only to be easily blocked by the well-prepared Holy Light Barrier.

Kargath's roar echoed through the heavens: "Harrington! Ferdinand! You're asking for death!"

His massive body remained as steady as a rock amidst the aftershocks of the explosion, his scarlet eyes fixed on the two people in the air.

Harrington sneered, holy flames surging around him, like a fire god descending to earth, fearlessly meeting Kargath's gaze: "Enough nonsense! Your opponent is me!"

The blazing white sword light surged again, launching an offensive that targeted Kargath's vitals with every strike, forcing him to roar repeatedly and defend with all his might.

Ferdinand, on the other hand, appeared more composed. His figure was elusive, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and with each light tap of his command sword, he could unleash a torrent of holy light.

Whether it's building an impregnable fortress or transforming into a sharp beam of judgment, it simultaneously restrains the sinister shaman and the dangerous legendary hunter.

His fighting style is elegant and deadly, bringing the "protection" and "judgment" of the Holy Light to their fullest extent.

Despite facing two opponents alone, he held his own and made the shaman and hunter appear hesitant and overwhelmed.

The Church of Holy Light stands at the pinnacle of the continent, and its legendary experts are indeed among the strongest in the world!

Harrington's fierce bravery and Ferdinand's exquisite control, even with a three-against-two numerical disadvantage, managed to firmly suppress the three legendary orc warriors on the high-altitude battlefield!

The violent energy collisions were like dense thunderclaps exploding in the sky, and the turbulent energy flows tore open the thick necrotic miasma.

The three orc legends were completely tied down, making it extremely difficult for them to even focus on commanding the battlefield below, let alone capture the Grey Falcon Squad.

On the ground, amidst a bloody grinder of flesh, the battle was equally fierce and intense.

The ferocity of orc warriors is ingrained in their very bones.

At General Kargath's command to "kill," they charged at the Ninth Knights' steel defenses like truly frenzied beasts, disregarding casualties.

Each collision between the heavy totem tower shield and the knight tower shield, gleaming with holy light, produced a deafening roar. The orc berserker's giant axe and warhammer, wielding the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, often required the combined strength of several holy knights to withstand.

Limbs, broken armor, and weapons were scattered everywhere, and blood instantly stained the murky black muddy swamp.

But the Holy Knights' resilience and strength are equally worthy of the title of the strongest legion of the Holy Light Church!

The heavily armored knights of the Ninth Knights were as solid as a rock.

Despite the orcs' onslaught like raging waves, their lines, strengthened by Commander Harrington's will, remained intact despite being constantly battered and dented.

Holy light flowed over them, and their wounds healed rapidly under the divine light. As soon as one fell, a companion immediately filled the gap.

Holy Light Arrows and Purifying Beams continuously shot out from behind the array, accurately landing on the most densely populated area of ​​orcs. Each volley cleared a small area, briefly halting the orcs' charge.

Even more noteworthy is the Eleventh Knights.

Despite Count Ferdinand's seemingly conservative "Holy Light Iron Wall" orders, they did not remain entrenched in their positions.

After successfully creating chaos with a wave of area-of-effect magic, covering the Gray Falcon Squad's brief escape, their formation began an incredibly steady advance!

The heavy shield knights in the front row were like mobile fortresses, their steps firm and unified.

The Holy Light mages in the back row chanted in a steady tone, each volley of magic striking the perfect spot, like a precise clock.

It effectively killed the orcs attacking the flank of the Ninth Regiment, while cleverly avoiding too much damage to friendly forces, and continuously created smoke and energy turbulence to hinder the pursuit.

The light of the healing spell flowed through the ranks like water, promptly healing the wounded soldiers.

The entire 11th Regiment advanced like a cold and efficient war machine, plowing forward hundreds of meters amidst the raging orcish tide!

Their goal seems very clear.

It compresses the orcs' space to move around, while subtly forming a barrier that is closer to the core of the battlefield for the legendary powerhouses.

However, whether it was Commander Harrington fighting fiercely in the sky or the Ninth Knights soldiers fighting bloody battles below, their fighting will was firm, but their actions were all marked by an indescribable "restraint".

Harrington's Holy Flame Sword Light was incredibly powerful, but it always seemed to lack a truly devastating killing move, as if he was deliberately holding back some kind of backup plan or taking something into consideration.

The soldiers of the Ninth Regiment below fought desperately to hold off the orcs' charge, but the powerful holy light strikes that were meant to tear apart the orc formation were thwarted.

The frequency and intensity of its appearance seemed somewhat "stingy," and the light of the Holy Light Barrier was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, not always at its peak.

Everyone's gaze, whether it was the orc warlord's yearning eyes or the covert probing of certain officers of the Ninth Knights, was subtly drawn to the area of ​​skeletons.

The direction in which the Grey Falcon Squad disappeared.

That was the real reason for this battle: the Bloodvine Heart that gripped everyone's hearts, and Elliot, the recorder who held it.

This is the invisible, taut string behind this grand and brutal battle.

Now that they were here, how could they not understand that Alfonso had deliberately led them here and plunged them into the chaos of battle?

...

The cold mud reached above my calves, and the pungent stench of death mingled with the bloody stench of the battlefield, making it suffocating.

Mark, Kyle, and the rest of the Grey Falcon squad huddled together, panting over the massive pile of remaining bones, each breath a sharp pain in their lungs.

The fierce battle between legendary powerhouses high in the sky was like a thunderclap, with violent energy shockwaves constantly impacting this fragile shelter.