The God of Knights' hit was blocked. He could not help but frown.
He was not in a good state. He could not casually cast like that anymore and would need to take some time between attacks. Part of it was to save up energy, and another part was to take time to adjust His status.
I am growing old after all!
The God of Knights secretly sighed under the armor. If He was still young and strong, such attacks would be on hand, and He'd be able to cast however many times He wanted.
How long ago was it that I could fight with all my strength? 10,000 years? 20,000 years? I cannot really remember. Seems I am so old that I cannot even remember time clearly...
The sighing in His heart did not slow His movements. He raised His sword once again.
Just then, the sky changed color as more than ten Orc figures came down from the sky accompanied by a bright light. They rushed towards Him.
