As the warhorse under him and the knights escorting him by his side gradually began to accelerate, Sir Maryland seemed to finally find the "battlefield" feeling he was familiar with.
The hoofbeats became increasingly uniform and dense, the wind whistled against the visor, the sound grew louder, and the knights launched their charge in silence amidst these sounds. The knight protective aura belonging to the supernatural knights began to spread outward and gradually merged into a whole, enveloping the pioneering knight group consisting of dozens of novice, middle-ranked, and one powerful knight. The invisible vortex wrapped within it magic power from the air to form a rapid rush forward, outside of the vortex, artillery fire raged, those two imposing and terrifying beams continued their unwavering cutting and piercing through the wall of the rocky ridges Fortress, yet for the knights within the vortex, it seemed as if everything outside was irrelevant, their sole target being ahead.
