C1048 You want to kill me? Who do you think you are?

There are so many people who want to kill me, who the hell are you?

Eighteen thousand men, all clad in heavy armor, holding enormous spears in their hands that were about ten feet long. Gold Steel Horses and horses, their bodies radiating with jumping lightning energy. This army of eighteen thousand riders galloped over the world like a raging tide.

On the other hand