"It's Prince Kongdai, the true dog prince."
On the hills to either side, a Holy Gunman couldn't help but shout, and the Holy Gunmen's gaze immediately focused on that knight with a purple-red crest hanging down from his helmet.
He stood nearly three meters tall, and because he was so robust, he seemed somewhat bulky.
The heavy armor clattered with the bounces, the sound of metal clashing dull and distant.
The War Monks on the hilltops changed their expressions.
How heavy it must be to make such a sound.
"Don't just stand there, it's seventy meters already," commanded the brigade commanders of the two fifty-man Holy Gun Teams, "shoot in kneeling-standing formation, and after shooting, retreat to the back of the hill and prepare to withdraw."
The clockwork key turned with a creaking sound, the cogs ticking away like a countdown.
