The pressure of the wind was violent, but when it reached Reinhardt, it became gentle, as if unwilling to harm him in any manner.
Mountains flashed past beneath them, and the landscape became a blur.
Reinhardt did not slow down. Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke. Only the howling wind accompanied them.
Along the way, whenever a Demonic Legion appeared, he would take them out in a single slash or with a single beam of divine light. Even the ones far away but still in the range of his attack were not spared.
Like this, entire formations of demons disappeared before they even realized what had happened.
One after another, golden pillars of light repeatedly erupted across the battlefield. From afar, the advancing knight teams stared in disbelief.
"...That light..."
"It can't be..."
"The Divine Paladin!"
"Commander Reinhardt has returned!"
