The Holy Banner broke, and it looked like nothing had changed.
But Kaler knew that the change was far greater than what the naked eye could see.
The Holy Banner was broken, the Saintess was gravely wounded, the Saint's Grandson was being chased by the Blood Knight and fleeing in disgrace toward the river.
The lances pierced throats even more smoothly now, the warhorses tore apart the horizontal ranks even more easily, and even the bullets of the gunners were no longer as accurate as before.
To the Imperial Knights, this was something far too abnormal, but to Kaler it made perfect sense.
All the toughness of these Holy Alliance soldiers rested on one thing alone: their absolute faith in that Mad Pope.
That battle standard was the symbol of the Pope's invincibility, and now, it was broken!
......
When Kaler pulled his lower leg out from under the horse's body, he hadn't even managed to stand when a piercing, drilling pain hit him.
