He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Beside him, a young martial artist chuckled, instantly drawing his bowstring taut and aiming at a white figure swooping down from afar.

"Archers! Shoot down those white bats in the sky!"

Before Tieshan's roar had even faded, the three thousand archers who had been waiting on the city wall simultaneously released their bowstrings.

Arrows imbued with yin energy whistled through the air, weaving a giant, pitch-black net in mid-air.

Arrows imbued with yin energy have an additional corrosive effect on living things.

The Holy Wing Guard's wingsuits were only grazed by the arrows before the Holy Light thrusters hissed and emitted black smoke, spinning out of control and crashing to the ground.

However, the Holy Wing Guard was simply too numerous; the three thousand arrows only managed to stop less than half of them, and the remaining white-winged warriors continued to rapidly approach the city walls.

"Anti-aircraft guns, aim at the enemy mech group!"

On the city wall, seventy-two energy turrets simultaneously rotated their muzzles, and dark red beams of light poured down like a torrential rain, accurately hitting the first few Holy Light mechs charging forward.

The beam struck the energy shield, sending up a shower of platinum sparks. The shield flickered violently, and one of the mechs was pierced through. Immediately afterward, a second beam pierced through the gap and blew off the mech's right arm.

But the Holy Light Mechs also retaliated at the same time.

The golden flames from the Holy Flame Thruster licked across the city wall, instantly engulfing several archers who couldn't dodge in time.

The bricks cracked and groaned under the high temperature, the anti-corrosion coating on the surface bulged and peeled off, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

"Tier 5 squad, descend the city and engage the enemy!"

Tieshan's voice pierced through the noisy battlefield.

The moment the order was given, seven thousand dark figures leaped down from the city wall.

Seven thousand fifth-tier martial artists.

They wore the uniform black combat suits of Youdu, made of fibers extracted from the shells of black tide insects in the workshop area. The fabric was lightweight, tough, and fire-resistant, and a ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp was embroidered on their chests.

No one wore heavy armor—for fifth-tier martial artists, heavy armor would only slow them down, and their speed itself was the best defense.

The first person to land was a bald woman.

Having experienced the power of a martial artist, she had long since shaved off her troublesome hair.

His fists were wrapped in glowing rune strips, and his feet slammed into the ground, creating a shallow crater. He shot straight into the flank of the Templar Knights like a cannonball.

Following closely behind on the ground was a burly man covered in fat.

Ever since he tasted the power of a martial artist, he has pursued explosive ferocity to the extreme, training himself to be like a human tank, his height reaching 2.5 meters, and he would charge around as soon as he landed.

Seven thousand fifth-tier martial artists, like seven thousand sharp knives, pierced into the white ocean of three hundred thousand diocese garrison troops, instantly tearing open thousands of black rifts.

They do not form formations or cooperate; they fight independently, yet each individual unleashes a destructive force comparable to a small army.

A scarred, burly man wielded a double-edged axe, sweeping past the head of a mech. The axe blades trailed silver arcs as they severed the holy flame jets on the mech's shoulder.

A tall, thin young man moved like a ghost among the mechs, his two palm-length short knives piercing precisely into the sensor array of the joints with each thrust.

Any mech that he touched was as if its eyes had been gouged out; its weapon systems spun wildly, but it was completely unable to lock onto its target.

The Holy Wing Guard, swooping down from the sky, had barely approached the city wall when they were re-targeted by the fourth-tier archers on the wall.

This time, the crossbowmen switched to specially made explosive arrows—the arrowheads were filled with corrosive spores collected from the areas affected by the Kuroshio Current.

The moment the arrow struck the wingsuit's thruster, a dark green cloud of spores exploded in the air, contaminating more than a dozen Holy Wing Guard soldiers. The holy light coating on the wingsuit's surface rapidly dissolved under the corrosion, revealing the fragile metal frame beneath.

Without the blessing of holy light, the thrusters shut down one after another, and the white wingsuits fell from the sky like birds under a shotgun.

On the main battlefield, 15,000 fourth-tier warriors, under Tieshan's command, have formed three lines of defense.

The first line consisted of five thousand heavily armed warriors, each wielding a heavy alloy shield covered with energy-absorbing runes.

They stood shoulder to shoulder in five rows, like a breathing steel dam.

The Templar cavalry charged forward with tremendous force, the neighing of their horses and the clanging of metal creating a deafening roar.

The heavily armored warriors in the front row were forced back half a step—just half a step, leaving deep grooves in the ground beneath their feet, yet the shield wall remained unbroken.

The second line consisted of seven thousand long-weapon warriors, standing behind heavily armored shield bearers. The blades of their spears and halberds were coated with the essence of Yin energy extracted from the bodies of Yin ghosts, gleaming with a dark green, cold light in the sunlight.

The moment the cavalry charge was halted by the shield wall, long weapons flashed out from the gaps in the shields.

The spearhead, imbued with yin energy, pierced through the holy silver plate armor, sending a chilling cold directly into the knight's body.

The person who was stabbed froze instantly, slowing their movements by half a beat.

In that split second, the third line of defense had already targeted their vitals.

Bows and arrows, throwing knives, javelins, and the workshop's latest portable energy crossbow—three thousand attacks flew out from behind the shield wall, precisely reaping every enemy exposed to the firepower in the front row.

The Templar Knights' vanguard suffered over 10,000 casualties in the first round of fighting.

When the number was transmitted back to the command vehicle via battlefield sensors, the True Bishop's field commander almost thought he was seeing a holographic projection.

The Knights Templar, the most elite cavalry unit of the True Bishop, whose knights have been baptized by holy light and equipped with the most advanced holy silver plate armor and energy shields on the continent, were actually defeated in a head-on confrontation by a group of "heretics" who had no mechs, no air support, and not even standardized equipment.

"Second echelon advance! Mech units flank from both sides! Holy Light battleships provide fire support!"

The commander was practically roaring.

The three Holy Light warships in the sky adjusted their cannons, and the Holy Flame Cannons on both sides of the ships opened fire at full power.

Dense golden beams of light descended from the sky, blasting open lava craters on the ground.

The firepower density of the Holy Flame Cannon far exceeds that of the Blazing Sun. Even a fourth-tier warrior would be instantly burned and severely injured if hit head-on. A fifth-tier warrior's blood armor could only withstand three or four shots at most.

Several of the seven thousand fifth-tier warriors were unable to dodge in time and were hit by the volley of fire, their bodies emitting acrid black smoke as they were forced to retreat towards the city wall.

The Holy Light mechs on both flanks completed their encirclement at this moment.

Hundreds of mechs were divided into two formations and pressed towards the city wall from the east and west sides at the same time. The holy flame jets swept across the wall, burning black scorch marks on it.

After firing continuously, several energy turrets on the city wall overheated and stopped firing. The gunners, without bothering to cool them down, immediately dragged out spare portable rocket launchers to continue firing.

However, the rockets can only cause very limited damage to the mech's shields, at most making the shields flicker a few times, and it is difficult to cause substantial damage.