Looking at Ernorin and the paladins behind him, the chiefs of staff on both sides of the conference table suddenly became restless. They nervously retreated to the side of Saint Lorenz.
Saint Lorenz’s face was gloomy. He walked out of the crowd and pulled out his greatsword from the weapon rack beside him.
Ernorin looked down at Saint Lorenz and said, “Commander, prepare to surrender...”
Just as he said this, Saint Lorenz suddenly rushed toward him with a sword in his hand. His speed was as fast as a white dove, and the sword hummed in the air.
Ernorin’s expression changed. He hurriedly retreated and called the Holy Knights on his left and right to stop him.
With a few bangs, Saint Lorenz raised his hand and slapped out. The Holy Knights who were rushing toward him flew backward at an even faster speed and crashed into the Holy Knights behind him. They immediately fell to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ernorlin hurriedly turned around and fled.