The newcomers were Hospital Knights under Losa's command. Their strength had improved rapidly. Aside from the tempering recorded in battle records, this era with its extremely dense religious atmosphere indeed possessed soil conducive to the development and growth of "Holy Light."
"These people are no ordinary foes, they should be the elite under Saladin's command."
"The enemy commander looks like a big fish, perhaps some noble or royalty."
The Hospital Knight at the forefront wielded a flail and warhammer, its head studded with numerous small iron nails, still stained with unclear, mottled blood. He twirled the flail, showing off a small trick.
"Should we capture them alive?"
"Of course!"
The Flail Knight laughed heartily as he charged forward ahead of others, leading the assault.
Malik was furious; he could feel the undisguised contempt on the enemy's face.
Your Frankish king looks down on me, but even you small lackeys under him dare to look down on me?
"Kill them all!"
