The sound of footsteps, unbelievably synchronized, accompanied by the creaking tension of winding springs.
A steel forest was rushing forward at a speed beyond their comprehension, spears interlaced, forming a long wall of blades, leaving only a narrow slit for a glimpse of the indigo hills behind.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The Armored Soldier shoved within the infantry's grand array, lashing fiercely at the lingering Guards with a whip.
Driven by the threat of death, these soldiers had never turned the rear rows with such high efficiency.
At a mere thirty to fifty meters away, the legions halted their steps.
At this distance, they were as close as a Knight's charge away, individuals on the opposite sides could roughly discern each other's figures.
Spears lowered, occasionally resting on the shoulders of the Holy Gunmen, their black muzzles silently aimed at their ranks.
Perhaps an illusion, many Church soldiers felt a moment of inner peace.
"Fire!"
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
