Holy Knights, Night Watchers, Kingdom Guards.
The armed forces of the three sides encircled the Evil God Followers before them.
Heavy armor, fine weapons, extraordinary magic power.
This encirclement made the cultists acutely aware of how weak their resistance was.
The cultist wielding a huge machete, clearly the leader, stared at everyone.
Faced with the encirclement, there was almost no trace of fear in his eyes.
Instead, excitement could be seen on his face.
The cultist's build was even comparable to the most robust Holy Knight in heavy armor.
"Cowards of light, losers, and…" he looked at the Night Watchers.
He knew of the Holy Light Church and the guards under the Prince, but the Night Watchers were beyond his understanding.
In an instant.
A faint aura of frenzy seemed to descend upon everyone's heads.
Those forming the encirclement immediately adjusted their stance, standing firmly as if feeling some pressure from above.
