Chapter 431 The Victory Has Been Revealed
"This is God's will!"
The excitement on the faces of the Crusader cavalry has completely washed away the fatigue in their bodies.
They cheered desperately and vented their emotions at the top of their lungs.
The Holy Spear is a holy object on the same level as the True Cross and the Ark of the Covenant.
Now it not only reappeared in the Holy Land, but also showed them genuine miracles.
This is more inspiring than His Majesty the Pope holding the fragments of the True Cross and personally speaking to them in front of the battlefield - after all, the fragments of the True Cross hidden in the cart will not help them defeat the demons driven by the heretics. dragon.
Baron Fulk, who was trying to pull out the half of the broken throwing spear stuck on his shoulder armor, had shock and fear on his face.
His lips were trembling.
"Holy Spear, that is the legendary Holy Spear!"
He almost squeezed out a suppressed roar from his throat: "Father in Heaven, I have become the enemy of the Guardian of the Holy Spear. I will fall into hell forever, and it will be difficult to be redeemed."
Ivan, who was next to Baron Fulk, looked at this scene with some confusion. As an orthodox Christian who converted to paganism, the faith he originally adhered to in his heart also suffered a heavy blow.
It turns out that there really is a God in this world
He turned back to look at the ashen-faced Mamluk cavalry, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "What are you afraid of? Our dragon is not dead yet, which shows that even the gods worshiped by pagans cannot match the brilliance of the holy fire! "
It seemed to be echoing what Ivan said.
hold head high--
The roar of the fire dragon overhead was like thunder in the winter.
Its pair of huge eyes stared intently at Lothar, who was surrounded by people. The blood spilled turned into clusters of flames, and its entire body seemed to be bathed in a sea of fire.
Seeing its wings vibrating, it wanted to swoop down and burn all those annoying bugs with its blazing dragon flames.
Schemaier hurriedly calmed his partner's emotions: "Don't be impulsive, man, he just wants to anger you and expose your flaws."
"Be obedient, fly higher, and let me take a look at your wound first."
His hands lit up with green light, trying to heal the fire dragon's wounds.
But just as the green light was about to shine on the fire dragon's wound, a golden sacred light suddenly lit up, and in an instant it completely drove away the healing spell Shemaier tried to cast. Moreover, this golden holy light was still as strong as Like a gangrene attached to the bones, it keeps burning.
The pain made the anger in the fire dragon's eyes become more and more intense. The already manic fire dragon no longer ignored Master Shemeier's advice and plunged in. The temperature in his mouth began to rise sharply.
"That demon dragon is coming down!"
"It's not dead yet!"
Of course it won't die.
Even if it were Jeanna, a holy spear would not be able to make this Karelian fire dragon lose its combat effectiveness, let alone the holy spear thrown by Lothar.
If the vitality could be digitized, Lothar's shot would have knocked out at most a quarter of the Karelian Fire Dragon's health.
The Crusader cavalry became a little restless, but they did not feel much fear this time. They all looked at the man sitting on the back of the giant horse, holding the holy spear.
boom!
A bolt of red lightning shot out from the Crusader camp.
Shemaier hurriedly waved his staff and tried to block it, but this lightning was an attack from the blood circle constructed by Fringilla relying on the blood of countless dead people on the battlefield, and it was not that easy to block.
The red lightning broke through the magic barriers one after another.
Colorful ripples appeared like fireworks.
Until it hit the giant dragon's huge body.
The red lightning, which had lost most of its power, still caused the Karelian Fire Dragon to feel unspeakable pain, like a terrifying impact on its soul, making it no longer able to care about revenge and began to take off again.
Lothar looked calmly and looked at the fire dragon that was about to fly out of the battlefield: "It is indeed not dead, but it does not pose any threat to us."
One knight blurted out: "But why not just destroy it?"
Lothar chuckled and shouted: "Yes, that's right. God is omniscient and omnipotent, but why doesn't he want to destroy Satan? Is there anything in this world that even God can't do?"
"of course not."
His voice was penetrating, like a devout priest delivering an impassioned sermon.
"That's because he gives people the freedom to choose to embrace Satan or convert to the true faith."
"Now, Heavenly Father has given me the Holy Spear to resist evil, but it does not mean that we can sit still, enjoy the fruits of our labor, and wait for evil to be expelled by Heavenly Father's power. Heavenly Father will not do that."
"Only those who save themselves can be saved!"
Lothar's expression was full of piety. At this moment, it seemed that even he believed in his fabricated miracle.
"All cavalry, knights, and knights who are favored by the Father, please now raise your lances, swords, and war hammers, reorganize your array, and let the pagans experience the power of a true Christian again. Faith and piety!”
As Lothar's words fell, people's cheers sounded like a roaring mountain and a tsunami again.
To be fair, Lothar doesn't want to be the image of a magic stick, but in this era, nothing is more useful than this set.
The Crusader cavalry began to reorganize, and the flags of various colors were like flowing ocean currents.
Someone rode a mount and ran up to Lothar and asked, "Mr. Marquis, what should I do with that dragon?"
Lothar said without thinking: "My attendants will hold the holy spear to deter it at all times, so that it does not dare to take a step closer."
Jeanne had already taken back the holy spear at this time. She could still vaguely feel the dissatisfaction transmitted by the holy spear. It seemed that she disliked the energy that Lothar injected into it, which was too hot and not authentic enough.
She patted the barrel of the holy spear with a strange expression and put it away.
The cavalrymen nearby cast scorching glances from time to time, as if they were envious of Jeanne for having the honor of keeping the Holy Spear for Lothar.
Baron Argon rode his mount and trotted over to remind him: "My lord, no, the holy spear can make the person who owns it become the greatest monarch, and it will also make the person who loses it lose his life."
“I didn’t lose it — I entrusted it to the people I trusted most.”
Lothar smiled and joked: "Baron Argonne, I thank you for your loyal advice, but I believe that my ancestor Charlemagne would not always hold a spear when going to the toilet or paying tribute."
The Habsburg family also has the blood of Charlemagne, and there are clear records in the blood lineage.
Baron Argon also recovered and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too nervous."
Lothar looked at Baron Argon with a half-smile expression on his face. He was the only lord under him who had not undergone a job transfer, but who showed more loyalty than the loyal system soldiers.
There was some sincerity and some hypocrisy in it. Lothar didn't care, and that wasn't important either.
Lothar's face was full of kindness and respect: "No, I have to thank you for your loyalty."
"Baron Argonne, can you follow me and hold the flag for me?"
The dust on Baron Argon's face mixed with sweat, turning into traces of mud. He took the flying double-headed eagle flag from the hands of the hussars behind Lothar, and said with some surprise: "Of course, it is obligatory. My lord!"
Lothar nodded slightly, looked back at the Crusaders cavalry who had reorganized their team, and leveled the lances in their hands.
The forest-like lances were hung with various flags, and they were leveled along with Lothar.
The next moment, the sound of intensive horse hooves sounded like war drums.
“Do God’s will!”
"For the sake of the Holy Spear!"
Hundreds of cavalrymen were inspired with infinite courage. They no longer feared life and death. They were like the Alps filled with snow. Under Lothar's roar, tens of thousands of tons of snow poured down.
Zahir's face became even more ugly. He looked at Takidin who was not far away, and both saw the intention to retreat in the other's eyes.
The morale of both the enemy and ourselves has been ebbing and flowing, and the level has been raised.
The Saracen cavalry, which was already at a disadvantage, had very little chance of winning.
"Fire arrows, don't confront them head-on!"
Zahir spoke first.
"Send those Nubian cavalry forward and use javelins to stop the enemy!"
Takidin in the distance let out a long sigh. Zaheer's order did not go beyond his expectations. It was a smart but not so smart approach.
The smart thing is that sending the Nubian cavalry to the front to die will most likely save the Kasaj guards and the Mamluk elite under his command, but this also means that the last trace of courage left by these "elites" will also be lost. Disappeared completely.
"Are we going to lose again?"
A sense of powerlessness emerged in Takidin's heart. In the previous confrontation, the losses of his own cavalry were far greater than those of the Crusaders. The two had almost a one-to-three battle loss.
Because the Crusader cavalry's armor was strong, their cavalry and shooting tactics were greatly limited. In terms of frontal charge, an all-powerful army like the Mamluks was inferior to the Crusaders' cavalry.
Coupled with the gap in morale between the enemy and ourselves, this makes our own disadvantages infinitely magnified.
He gritted his teeth: "Warriors blessed by the Holy Fire, don't forget that it is our inherent mission to recover the Holy Land. We have more people than the barbaric Franks, and our equipment is not inferior to them at all. King Saladin is here We are being watched from behind, and now is our time to show our bravery.”
"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"
He roared angrily and ordered his men to blow the attack horn again.