The scene immediately descended into chaos as the battle puppets suddenly seemed to be empowered by enhanced magic, crashing about wildly, disrupting the knights' ranks with brute force and unpredictable tactics, driving them back to the steps of the temple. When the steel fist swung towards the frontline knight, they raised their steel shields to block it. With a booming sound, a bowl-sized dent appeared on the face of the shield, on the Sun God's emblem, distorting the once radiant smiling face into a crying one.

The paladins immediately lost feeling in their arms, a numbness that at least confirmed the limb was still there. The knights gritted their teeth, transforming their pain into strength, swinging their longswords at their foes. It was an attack that exchanged life for life, but the knights believed that Pate the Priest would cast the Healing Divine Skill in time to give them the upper hand.

"Evil-breaking Slash!" Bright light burst from the longsword, causing the weapon's speed to suddenly increase. What was originally an ordinary one-handed sword instantly became enormous, thundering down on the battle puppet's body.

The white light exploded immediately, accompanied by a screeching sound that made the roots of one's teeth ache. The longsword was stuck in the battle puppet's body, their form composed of iron, wood, and gemstones held it firmly. The battle puppet merely lost a large chunk of its shoulder, now sporting a deep triangular groove in its smooth armor.

"Damn, this thing is so sturdy!" The paladin immediately yanked their sword out with force. If they lost their combat weapon, they'd be rendered powerless except for their fists.

The puppet's second attack followed closely. Originally, they didn't think the knights would inflict lethal damage, so they hadn't adopted any evasive or cover tactics, letting their shells be the sole protective barrier. However, the wound on the shoulder became a threat to them, and this slight psychological change made the battle puppets go all out.

A blur passed before the knights' eyes; they felt their opponent's fists were even larger than the first time. Reflexively, they raised their shields again. However, the pain in their shoulders made their shields tremble continuously, and the last barrier seemed as fragile as a piece of paper.

The priests raised their Holy Emblems high, constantly invoking Pate's strength, praying for him to bring hope for victory. They had realized from the first attack by the paladins that relying solely on healing could not help the knights hold the frontline. Even if courage and oaths kept the knights from retreating a single step, the fatigue from fists and physical exertion would eventually bring them down.

"Divine Protection Shield!" The golden Sun Sacred Emblem flashed with a blue light, shining on the knights' shields from behind them. The once heavy and fragile shields suddenly became as light as feathers, and the steel wrapped in light became indestructible.

This time, two or three knights were knocked back, staggering a couple of steps before regaining their footing. However, none of them suffered any real harm. The Divine Arts virtually neutralized all the impact, allowing the temple guards to retain combat capability, but they still felt dizzy from the heavy collisions, unable to exert full strength with their longswords. The battle puppets hesitated only for a moment before resuming their relentless assault on the glowing shields.

They even gave up on striking the knights' helmets or their chests. The Divine Protection Shield blocked their fists, almost enraging the puppets. Accompanied by cacophonous screeches, the battle puppets persistently and stubbornly repeated their assault on the shields.

"Watching these guys fight is really quite boring!" The Black Dragon stood behind Zilvra, sighing. Yet, if you looked at his face, you would notice that his yellow eyes were alight with a clear battlelust. "Zilvra, do you want me to deal with which side? The priests or the iron puppets?"

Zilvra glanced in the direction of Pate's archbishop, noticing him advancing step by step towards Priest Kuboert. The latter was holding a gemstone-encrusted scepter, retreating continuously, shaking his head vigorously as if possessed, utterly incapable of resistance.

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