Chapter 685: God's Guidance (Page 1/1)

Surdua Empire, a seaside province.

The Cardinals and his party were already very close to the Rainbow Bridge, but they did not dare to approach it, because the most elite troops in the entire empire were still stationed there, ready to fight the war with the other country.

Unable to get closer, Bendit gradually moved down the coastline, away from the core of the army, but the Imperial army was far more capable than the religious leader had imagined.

As soon as they approached the coastline, the spies of the Imperial Army were already eyeing them, and wherever they went, the coordinates were firmly in the hands of the Imperial commander.

"It's finally time to harvest this damn religious cancer, and this military operation will be used as a training for recruits."

With a sneer, the commander had already knocked down the final fate of the Vulcans.

Six legions, five elite wings, and a total of nearly 40,000 Imperial troops were closing in on the Vulcan Cult, which was only half as large as them.

A legendary general splits the ranks into six groups, each sniping at Vulcan cultists from different directions.

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"Damn, where did these Imperial troops come from!"

The cardinal looked embarrassed, and cursed the empire in a low voice.

They had captured a town, but when they were taking a break, an imperial army suddenly launched a surprise attack, throwing three rounds of alchemy bombs in a short period of time, and with the firearms attack, in just a moment, the Vulcan cultists suffered nearly 1,000 casualties.

The influence of religion remains, and the majesty of the cardinal remains in force.

Restraining the panic and fear in his heart, Bendit mustered up his courage and organized the retreating stragglers in the name of the gods to stubbornly resist the front line of the battlefield.

The old and weak have been abandoned, and the rest are young adults with careers.

The clergy and priesthood were guarded at the core, providing blessings to the clergy, and prompting the latter to form a millstone-like formation, which wore down the onslaught of the Imperial army several times in a row.

Firearms and alchemy props are terrifying, but the Holy See has been able to compete with the imperial family for thousands of years, and it still has a strong capital.

The loud trumpets sounded, and the Templar Knights, who had already reacted, turned on their horses, armed from head to toe in silver-white armor, their fiery cloaks cheering in the wind like elves, faintly releasing an astonishing heat.

"Fight for the god of fire!"

The knights shouted the trumpets of the gods, and red rays emerged from their heads, reaching through the sky, conveying an astonishing force that even the Imperial army had to concentrate on guard.

"Lord, charge with me!"

The Knights, with a dazzling head, marched at the forefront of the procession with the banner of Vulcan held high, their legs between the belly of the horse, and then rushed out like arrows.

Eyes locked on the flag, all the knights charged together, and the red light in the air became staggered and distorted, scattering a mist of fire, and the soldiers of the Imperial Army only felt a wave of heat coming towards them.

"All ready, shoot!"

The firearms all spewed out fiery tongues of fire, and in the roar, they seemed to fall into the air, and when they looked at it, the heat wave covering the Templar Knight's body was like a wall of pale red gas that bounced all the bullets away, not only did not have the effect of killing the enemy, but also accidentally injured many friendly soldiers.

The front-line commander's face changed, and he immediately ordered:

"All Retreat ......"

However, before he could finish speaking, the knight commander had already come to the front, the battle flag was rolled upside down in his hand, and in an instant, the commander was already flying high.

The Templars who followed pierced through the Imperial Army's forces like sharp knives, piercing them through the force.

This group of imperial troops, numbering only a few thousand, was embroiled in the fanatical religious encirclement.

However, after this battle, two more Imperial armies arrived, attacking the left and right flanks of the Order from the left and right.

An invisible net had been covered, and the cardinal, sensing the conspiracy, immediately shouted:

"This is a trap, let's retreat!"

However, as soon as the words fell, the third Imperial Army had already arrived, and even brought a large number of mortars, organ cannons and other medium artillery, suppressing with great vitality and tearing a bloody path within the Vulcan cultists.

The Knights of the Templars, who were in great power, were also mired in the quagmire at the moment, blocked by a large number of cultists, and the formation was already chaotic, and it was difficult to launch a charge.

The Imperial Army was like a shrewd hunter, slowly closing the net, squeezing the living space of the Vulcan cultists bit by bit.

At this time, although the fanatics were still crazy, the cardinal closed his eyes in despair.

It's all over.

His eyes sank into darkness, and Bendet's consciousness suddenly plunged into another vortex.

A vast, magnificent, mysterious, great will connected him, and for a moment, like a helpless boat swept by a deep storm at sea, the cardinal only felt that this will could not be resisted.

The heart, which had been occupied by despair, suddenly rose a little bit of fear that was powerless to fight.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his emotions were extremely agitated and inexplicable.

This great will brought him only one consciousness;

"Head north."

It's God! It was the god of the eternal night who answered me! I didn't give up!

Conquered by ecstasy, Bendit couldn't wait to open his eyes, and what he saw was a storm coming from the south, and all the firearms were useless at this moment, and the Imperial army was blown to the ground, and the formation that completed the encirclement was torn apart.

Blocked by the storm, the Vulcan cultists were unaffected, their eyes looked around blankly, and they looked at the imperial soldiers struggling in the wind in a daze.

At this moment, the cardinal's holy voice echoed in the wind, reaching the ears of every believer:

"This is the kamikaze, God guides us, go with the wind!"

Without hesitation, all the cultists marched north in the direction of the winding current.

The Imperial Army was bound by the storm, and any resistance was useless, and the eyes of countless strong men were shocked, and a terrible thought suddenly echoed in their minds:

Don't...... Vulcan didn't fall?

But soon, the thought vanished without a trace.

Vulcan's realm only involves fire, but this divine wind has nothing to do with his realm, and the wind does not contain any heat, but only a hidden sharpness, and the more fierce the resistance of the warriors struggling in the wind, the easier it is to pull the edge and cut itself into pieces.

Although it was not known which terrible being struck, the commander understood.

The end point along the wind is the starting point of their base camp, the Rainbow Bridge.

There are several imperial dukes sitting there, as well as countless epic and legendary-level masters, and those Vulcan cultists take the initiative to approach there, which is tantamount to throwing themselves into a net.

However, the thought of this terrifying divine wind made the commander feel a little more gloomy in his heart.

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