Their blades are stained with blood; the enemy's blood and shattered flesh have dyed the dark iron armor a deep crimson, but the eyes of these warriors grow increasingly bright and fierce.
"Our goal is to completely crush these beastmen here, not allowing them to advance one step into the heart of our territory," declared the Dragon-blooded Centaur with an awe-inspiring aura, his dragon features becoming more pronounced.
The red mane, like steel wire, the crimson tail, like an iron broom, the blood-covered scales steaming, exuding the sulphuric aura of a Red Dragon.
His mouth with interlocking sharp teeth surveyed the fully armored heavy knights, and he spoke in a voice like steel: "Gogomola's Spear will shatter any enemy that stands in our path, the will of Divine Gogomola is with us."
"Even if our flesh perishes, our souls eternally return to the Holy Hall. I urge you to follow my steps, until my body falls,"
