The fierce wind blew, and the flag of the Holy Alliance fluttered once more.

So dazzling, so bright.

"Look, look—" Kaler's unpleasant voice, resembling a drake, resounded across the battlefield with the help of an amplification monk, "Our flag is raised!"

Kaler's throat-tearing cries momentarily suppressed the chaos of the battlefield.

The previously terrified soldiers raised their heads in surprise, looking towards the distant battle flag.

Under the flag, it wasn't the Saint's Grandson, but countless unfamiliar yet familiar faces wearing the Holy Alliance's uniforms.

"His Eminence is not here, it's up to us to protect our Holy Alliance, to protect our home!"

"His Eminence said, the Holy Alliance is yours, ours, everyone's!"

"This is our home, can't we protect our Holy Alliance?"

As the blood continued to flow from his severed arm, Volovitz also roared, "Advance, advance, pikes forward, move forward!"

"Advance, advance, raise our flag!"

Amidst the roars, that gear-shaped sun flag really began to move slowly forward.

The soldiers guarding the flag strode ahead, the great flag also advancing against the flow.

Just as if the Saint's Grandson had arrived!

......

"They can still counterattack?"

Although he had tested the resilience of the Holy Alliance countless times, Raffel was still amazed.

They truly are a respectable opponent, and the most respectful way to honor them is to annihilate them completely.

"Follow me!"

Looking at the advancing great flag, Raffel immediately decided to charge again, to utterly crush their hopes.

But when he charged again, he found things had changed.

The previous battle line, which had felt like a hot knife through butter, became muddy, as the retreating War Monks stopped in their tracks.

They lifted their heads, watching the still advancing great flag.

The clamorous shouts of fear gradually fell silent, and their panicked expressions also firmed up.

"What are they doing, what is this?" Returning from another charge, Raffel couldn't believe his eyes.

The retreating battle formation of mixed yellow, white, gray, and black was reorganizing!

And they weren't reorganizing by battle group; each new horizontal formation included monks from different military units.

The soldiers, who had been routed, were spontaneously forming new formations without leadership.

The officers didn't flee; instead, they started commanding unfamiliar soldiers, and those unfamiliar soldiers actually followed their commands.

In other words, they were forming ranks with strangers, following commands from unfamiliar officers, spontaneously counterattacking without leaders!

......

"Alright, I hereby appoint you as the Corps Commander of the Fifth Corps of the Holy Alliance! You cover the flank!"

"Yes!"

"You go over there, inform the horizontal formation to converge, the Corps Commander will be over soon."

"Yes."

Dass rode his horse, circling around to continue integrating the routed soldiers with two Devout Corps mixed with other battle remnants.

In no time, besides the two Devout Corps, another two horizontal formations were completed, continuing to advance under the Holy Banner of the Pope.

Within one corps, there were Shadow Crow Army, Imperial Guard, and Black Champion Army.

They met for the first time, yet it felt like they were long-known brothers, standing shoulder to shoulder to raise pikes, lift holy guns.

"Advance, advance, pikes forward, move forward, raise the Holy Alliance's flag!"

"We are the Salvation Army of the Holy Alliance, our boots shall crush the tyrants!"

As if commanding his own battalion, Dass smoothly directed the mixed battle group and even had the presence of mind to call back the drummers.

The drumbeats started, bagpipes played once more, and Dass led with a loud shout: "Ancient heroes unseen, sing on." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Ancient heroes unseen, now with lead balls and cannonballs."

"Unseen hand of Holy Father, unyielding spring-powered guns."

"We monks divinely selected, fearless of a thousand hardships."

"Sing for us, rank by rank, the Holy Alliance Salvation Army!"

Initially accompanied by discordant noises, but as the voices grew louder, the singing became more uniform.

Despite being strangers, and some not even sharing a common language, the familiar melody erased the minor barriers.

"Attack, keep attacking, their Imperial Knights have already been reduced by a third!" Dass drew his military saber, marching at the forefront of all formations.

......

The song roared, armor clattered.

Suddenly ducking low to avoid a six-pound cannonball flying over the hill's top, Raffel had no time to look back.

The previously loose formation wound together tightly like a cord, blocking the Imperial Knights staunchly in front.

Raffel suddenly realized, this was the endgame moment: "Don't stop, keep charging!"

The hooves of warhorses pounded down, lead rummaged across the battlefield.

Raffel charged with his head down, pellets and lead rained on him like water, even the Dragon Blood Horses let out wails.

Yet the knight on the saddle seemed unfazed, shoving a vial of scarlet potion into the mouth of the Dragon Blood Horse.

The injuries on his body became denser, even the White Crystal Steel started crumbling like biscuit crumbs.

One layer, two layers, three layers…

Though they were a mixed army, it was more challenging than the first assault.

"Squeal—" the Dragon Blood Horse wailed for the first time, even started rearing, as its rump scales fell off, exposing the flesh beneath.

Lead and spells targeted the exposed area, leaving it a bloody mess.

Taking advantage while the reorganizing troops behind had not supported the field, Raffel, risking his helmet being pulled off, charged to the great flag for the second time.

This time, he even reached beneath the flag.

With a sweep of his lance, more than a dozen soldiers guarding the flag rolled away, and the great flag broke once again, heavily folding into three sections.