"Kill!"
Klaus sat on his warhorse and issued the combat order.
A single word, yet it filled Harrington and the others with a suffocating sense of oppression!
Because they knew.
This force, regarded by the Empire as its most elite ace unit, was finally going all out!
Klaus and the ten thousand Holy Light Knights behind him were fully armed and at the ready, simultaneously lowering their helmet visors.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had been trained countless times before.
Through the gaps in their helmets, only pairs of cold, indifferent eyes could be seen.
Cold, ruthless, iron-blooded!
Like cold and emotionless war machines.
This was the national heavy weapon that the Empire relied on to conquer the world.
The Holy Light Knight Corps!
"Crush them!"
Klaus launched the charge first, followed closely by the ten thousand Holy Light Knights.
