On the battlefield appeared a magnificent scene, a man and his mount driving away thousands of Green-skins, as if the first-generation Holy Grail Knight from epic myths had descended again.
The successive victories of the Holy Grail Knight greatly boosted human morale, and as the giants and Giant Demons turned to ashes amidst the bombardment of artillery and Magic, the battle reached a stalemate, with the Green-skins caught in a bitter struggle amidst the human counterattack.
At this moment, the resounding sound of a horn rang out from the human army ranks.
This horn was filled with grandeur and heroism, also containing endless wrath and supreme glory. Hearing the horn, Laine, who had just fought his way out of countless Green-skins, had an astounding bright light shine in his eyes: "Finally, they have come."
The Griffin Knights deployed, this trump card unit would decide the outcome of the battlefield at this crucial moment.
