General Kargath suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic magical currents like a sharp arrow, fixing firmly on Harrington, the commander of the Ninth Knights.

His massive chest swelled up again, but this time, he did not roar on the battlefield.

Instead, he used a telepathic transmission technique that only legendary experts could accurately detect. His voice, like rolling thunder, carried a desperate madness and slammed into Harrington's ears:

"Harrington! If my entire race perishes here! Our secret letter regarding the Lore Swamp and the Rotten Vine Alliance will be presented to the Holy City's Grand Court tomorrow! Let the entire Holy Light Church see how their Knight Commander is collaborating with the Enlightenment Society and the orcs!"

The sound exploded in Harrington's mind like a thunderclap!

His resolute and cold expression changed drastically in an instant!

A flicker of barely concealed shock and anger, and a hint of panic at having his secret exposed, flashed in his eyes.

Those damned orcs, they really did have a backup plan!

His transactions with the orcs and the Enlightenment Society were all conducted through others. In the past, he only pretended to be forced to accept orders from higher-ups, which is why he didn't achieve any results in the Lor Swamp.

But to everyone's surprise, these orcs actually managed to obtain evidence about him!

The battlefield situation changed in the blink of an eye.

With the orcs on the verge of destruction, the Enlightenment Society is poised to reap the benefits. If that secret letter is exposed again...

Harrington had no doubt that he and his entire family would face the most severe trial and purge in the Holy City!

Ferdinand and several other knights would definitely be the first to jump out and kick him while he's down!

All calculations, all reservations, all "tacit understandings" become meaningless in the face of the threat to their own survival.

In any case, each commander has absolute autonomy on the battlefield. As long as he performs well in this current charade, he will have plenty of time to settle scores with these damned orcs later!

Harrington's facial muscles twitched violently, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by a cold resolve.

He abruptly raised his Holy Flame Longsword, the sound of him channeling his battle aura echoing like steel scraping against steel, resounding throughout the entire Ninth Knights' territory, carrying an unquestionable order to kill:

"The Ninth Holy Knights, heed my command—!"

This time, the blade of the Holy Flame Longsword was not pointed at the defeated orcs, but instead turned fiercely towards the Enlightenment Society's gray-clad men, who were spreading like a gray plague!

"Target: Heretic Puppet! Purify with Holy Light! Annihilate them with all your might! Leave no one alive!"

The order was issued as if an invisible shackle had been removed.

The Ninth Knights, who had been holding back their anger for so long, suddenly erupted with a roar as loud as a tsunami:

"For the Holy Light! Purify heresy!"

Although the members didn't understand why their leader didn't press the attack and wipe out the orcs, his words were like a divine decree to them!

They just need to carry out the orders!

The Legion-level Holy Light magic, which had been restrained in its use, was now unleashed without reservation!

The thick, condensed beam of judgment light, like a spear of divine punishment, was no longer the weakened version it had been before. It carried the immense power to purify all things and pierced fiercely into the area where the gray-clad men were most concentrated!

A blinding white light exploded, and swarms of gray-clad puppets, along with the corpses they had transformed, instantly vaporized!

The originally solid and defensive Holy Light Barrier suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a moving golden millstone that actively advanced towards the gray tide.

The heavily armored knights roared and launched a counter-charge. Their lances, infused with holy light, no longer held back their power, and each thrust kicked up large clouds of gray-white dust!

The holy light arrows rained down like a golden waterfall, mercilessly covering the newly appeared area of ​​the gray-clad man and preventing his spread.

The battlefield situation was once again decisively reversed due to Harrington's forced order.

The golden torrent of holy light finally clashed with the life-devouring gray plague.

The orc remnants, on the verge of collapse, were given a brief respite by this sudden aid. They were able to regroup amidst Kargath's roar and desperately resist the encroaching gray tide with their last bit of totem power.

Just as the golden torrent of the Ninth Holy Knights abruptly shifted, unleashing its pent-up fury upon the gray waves of the Enlightenment Society's gray-clad puppets, forming a brief and eerie "side-by-side" alliance with the orc remnants—

"Harrington! What are you doing?!"

High in the sky, the ever-composed and elegant mask of Count Ferdinand, Grand Master of the Eleventh Knights, shattered instantly, turning into cold shock and rage.

He stared incredulously at the direction the flag of the Ninth Regiment pointed below, his voice like a chilling blade piercing through the clamor of the battlefield:

"How dare you collude with the orcs and betray the Holy Light?! Stop this blasphemous act immediately!"

Commander Harrington's face turned ashen, and he ignored him.

The threat from Kargath coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, and he had only one thought in mind.

At all costs, we must first eradicate the plague of the Enlightenment Society and shut the orcs up!

As for Ferdinand's accusations?

As long as the orcs keep quiet, there will be plenty of ways to explain it later!

Anyway, he was just carrying out the mission of using the Holy Light to purge heretics, and he didn't turn around and attack the Eleventh Holy Knights.

Even if Ferdinand reported the matter to the Inquisition afterward, he could still argue that the puppets on the battlefield were the biggest threat.

His choice to prioritize eliminating threats is what a battlefield commander should do most!

However, the battlefield situation changes rapidly, leaving him no time to catch his breath.

Rumble—!!!

The deafening sound of hooves, like thunder that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupted from the depths of the Blackwater Shore, shrouded in necromancy and smoke, behind the remnants of the orc army!

What came was not a few scattered cavalrymen, but a well-organized steel assault!

A blinding silver torrent, like a divine lance tearing through a dim yellow curtain, pierced the orc's crumbling defenses without warning!

Their silver armor gleamed, and their lances formed a forest of armor. It was none other than the Thirteenth Holy Knights, who should have been lying in wait on the outskirts of the shallows, vanishing like ghosts!

Their timing was ruthless to the extreme.

The main force of the orcs was almost decimated by the combined attack from the 11th Regiment and the Gray-Clad Golems.

The remaining forces were struggling to regroup under Kargath's roar, attempting to unite with the Ninth Regiment to withstand the pressure from the Gray Tide and the Eleventh Regiment. The rear defenses were practically non-existent.

Wherever the silver-armored torrent passed, it was like a scalding knife cutting into solidified grease.

Exhausted and disorganized, the orc warriors had no time to mount an effective resistance before being reduced to mincemeat by heavy lance thrusts and the trampling of holy-light-infused hooves.

The silver tide surged with unstoppable force, instantly tearing open several huge bloody gashes in the orc remnants and plunging straight into the heart of the battlefield!

"It's Alfonso! The 13th Regiment!"

Count Ferdinand's eyes narrowed, and he instantly understood something, but an even greater question followed.

The appearance of the 13th Regiment completely disrupted the situation!

At the very instant the silver-armored torrent tore through the orcs' rear, a lone figure shot into the sky from the very front of the charging ranks like an arrow released from a bow!

The target is Harrington, who is in a brief standoff with Kargath high in the sky!

Alfonso Lin!

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