In a vast desert, after months of brutal drought, a long-awaited downpour finally arrived.

However, the air after the rain did not bring the expected freshness; instead, it became even more murky and filled with a strong smell of blood.

Just like the blood scattered on the sand at this moment, it slowly flows from those fragmented corpses, silently telling the tragic story of death.

It was evening, and the temperature in the desert had plummeted after the rain, with a chill permeating the air.

The fresh, crimson blood that had just spurted from the body seemed to solidify into patches of crimson ice crystals in the frigid air, with a faint blood mist swirling around them, like the sigh of death, permeating this desolate land.

"call--"

Lin Mo took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. His warhorse galloped, its hooves striking the ground with the force of iron hammers.

Arrows came whistling in like a storm, but Lin Mo and his warhorse moved through the dense rain of arrows with ease, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the sky in a dark storm.

On this chaotic and fierce battlefield, shouts from men mingled with the neighing of warhorses.

The sound of the iron-feathered arrow piercing through armor and embedding itself in shields resonated with the screams of those who fell.

The Templar Grand Master, his temples already white, watched as those around him fell like autumn leaves, their cries of agony rising and falling, the stench of blood filling the air, making his mind heavy and confused.

Suddenly, a dull thud was heard, and a sharp iron-feathered arrow shot out from the front, piercing precisely through the chest of a crusader.

The soldier lost his balance and fell backward like a toppled tree, knocking down a soldier right behind him. The latter, like a domino, also fell backward.

Fortunately, someone caught him by the back in time, preventing him from falling forward.

The Grand Master of the Knights Templar looked at his comrade who was almost falling into his arms, but what he touched was something wet.

However, when the man looked down at his comrade in his arms, he was shocked to find that what he touched was a wet liquid. He looked up in confusion and saw that his comrade's once vibrant Crusader face was now as pale as snow and devoid of color.

Overwhelmed by intense grief, he roared, the sounds almost like the howl of a wild beast.

"Kill! Kill all the heretics!" The commander of the Hospitallers, his face flushed, led his troops forward at breakneck speed.

"Don't go!" the Grand Master of the Templars shouted. "Their reinforcements are almost here!"

Not long ago, the two grand masters of the knightly orders led their knights in several fierce attacks.

Despite having several times the strength of the Great Xia army, they were repelled by the Great Xia army, which had only three thousand cavalry.

Especially the hundreds of heavily armored cavalry surrounding Lin Mo, their combat power was simply terrifying.

It could be said that each of those cavalrymen possessed almost the same strength as Roger.

You know, Roger was the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller!

After several rounds of attacks, the Crusaders responsible for intercepting the main force of the Great Xia army were completely defeated.

At this moment, the main force of the Great Xia cavalry was almost upon them.

The Crusaders still failed to reclaim their sacred relic: the True Cross.

What angered all the Crusader generals even more was...

That Lin Mo, the Regent of the Great Xia Dynasty, Lin Mo.

he...

He actually held the True Cross high and waved it around in front of the Crusaders.

There was even one time when Lin Mo accidentally dropped the true cross on the ground.

Another accident, and I stepped on it again.

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped."

These were Lin Mo's words. Although the Crusaders couldn't understand them, they could tell from his expression that they were extremely provocative.

Seeing this, could Roger tolerate it?

Even if it means his own destruction, he will seize the relics of Christ and defend the glory of the Crusades!

"Damn heretics, blasphemous heretics!"

I'm going to kill you!

With that roar, Roger rode out on his steed, leading a large group of knights!

At this moment, Roger's face was ferocious, his hair and beard were disheveled, and he looked like a man-eating beast!

The Knights Hospitallers behind him were also filled with rage.

"Hehe, getting impatient, aren't you?" Lin Mo smiled faintly. "I've already said, my hand just slipped. As for why I stepped on it, I simply didn't react in time!"

Then, he mounted his horse.

"Ah, since you insist on your deaths, then I, the king, will send you on your way!"

"Imperial Guards, follow me!"

At his command, the Imperial Guards immediately responded, "Yes, my lord!"

The sky was dark, as if shrouded by a huge curtain, and a cold wind whistled across the ground, stirring up gusts of dust.

The two groups of people charged towards each other like tigers released from their cages, their swords, spears, and halberds gleaming coldly, as if they wanted to pierce the dark sky.

Upon seeing the Regent of Great Xia leading his troops, Roger could no longer contain his long-suppressed anger; his body was already burning with rage!

If we don't tear this blasphemous heretic who blasphemes against God and Christ to pieces, how can we face the fallen Crusaders?

"Heretics, die!" With a furious roar, Rome took the lead and charged ahead.

"Don't kill their heads, hand him over to me!" Lin Mo shouted.

Just by looking at the other man's clothes, Lin Mo could tell that this guy was definitely a high-ranking general of the Crusaders.

Come back again, make a sacrifice, and greatly enhance your fragrance to the max.

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