But the expected final battle did not happen.

One walked up to the samurai and pressed the hilt of her sword.

"Stand back. His voice was not high, but it was clear and powerful, and Eretia noticed that the other party was one of the still well-organized troops, wearing the regimental commander's insignia on his armarmor, "The Divine Punishment Army is here." ”

She turned her head, and not far away a group of tall warriors streamed out from the north gate, dressed in shiny full-body armor that reflected silver in the rain, with crimson cloaks draped behind their backs, and different weapons in their hands. Some held shields and swords, others with scythes or iron axes. After crossing the drawbridge, they did not regroup, but dispersed and went straight to the beast that pounced.

In the face of a hybrid evil beast whose strength and speed far exceed that of humans, they can only win by maintaining their formation and gathering the strength of everyone to meet the attack.

"We have to go and support them!"

"No," the man shook his head, his face a little gloomy, "we just need to watch, if we rush up, it will only drag them down." ”

Dragged down?Eretia glared at the other in exasperation, could it be that she was mistaken, this man was just a greedy person who was afraid of death?She clenched the hilt of her sword, ready to bypass him and join the battle—although she was full of confusion about the future of the New Holy City, all she could do in the face of the enemy at this moment was to die on the battlefield.

Before she could take two steps, the samurai saw an unbelievable scene.

A flying xenomorph swooped down from the sky, its terrifying appearance as that of a messenger from hell, with massive wings covered in gray feathers that could reach twelve feet when fully extended. The head was like a bird, but it had a pair of horns, and the barbs on the two claws were enough to cut into the samurai's breastplate.

Falling vertically from high altitudes is their usual attack, which is stealthy and extremely difficult to defend against. Even if you hold a heavy shield in both hands, you will be knocked down by it, and the huge force of the impact will cause the shield bearer's arm bones to shatter, and the chest cavity will be flattened, and it will be almost lifeless. The only way to deal with this is to roll outward just as the xenomorph is about to fall to the ground, so that he can dodge this dangerous blow.

But the Divine Punishment Army did not dodge, and a silver-armored warrior assumed a posture of facing the enemy head-on, stretched out his hands at the moment when the xenomorph pounced in front of him, and pressed his palm against the opponent's claw pad, and its impact was so powerful that it made a sound like the roar of a snow mang's barrel. A mist of water rose from him and the monster, and the armor creaked and twisted.

His right foot was bent, his left foot was straight, and his body was stretched into a straight line towards the sky, and the xenos couldn't crush him for a while. Another samurai aimed at the stalemate flying xenomorph and threw a short javelin so fast that Eretia saw only a flash of silver light, and the javelin pierced through the monster's skull with precision, shattering it to pieces.

The silver-armored warrior threw the corpse of the xenomorph that was still twitching to the ground, his arm bent abnormally, apparently the attack just now was not unscathed, and the bones of his arm had been broken. But as if nothing had happened, he drew the axe from his waist and slew at the other beasts.

Fighting this group of monsters alone, Eretia couldn't believe her eyes, and hundreds of Divine Punishment warriors rushed into the swarming horde of evil beasts, their red cloaks like a torrent of blood, forcibly blocking the enemy's progress. She now understood what the Captain meant by "dragging", these warriors were completely capable of being one-on-ten, each of them with the strength, agility, and reflexes of a hybrid beast - no, even stronger. Ordinary evil beasts were almost powerless in front of them.

"That's amazing!" Eretia felt a heartfelt joy that with this group of brave and powerful warriors, it was impossible for Hermes Cathedral to fall. "Ah, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet, my name is Eretia Quinn, Captain of the Inquisition. You seem to have known about the Divine Punishment Army's combat abilities for a long time?"

The other party glanced at her, his eyes were as warm as ice and rain, he didn't report his name, but said in a deep voice: "My brother is a divine punishment army. ”

"Looks like you won," said Bishop Mayne at the top of the cathedral, holding up his lookout glass. This is the highest point of the New Holy City, and with the far-sighted tools of the fjord maritime merchants, you can overlook most of the battlefield. "Stop the trebuchet, the Divine Punishment is about to storm the city. ”

"Isn't victory expected?" said another. He wore the same golden bishop's uniform as Mayne, but his voice was much older, "The point is, the armies of the four kingdoms are finished. ”

"That's right, that would make their border defenses useless," said the last man, who was the youngest of the three, in her early thirties, and the only woman among the three bishops. "More than 5,000 well-equipped and well-trained standing troops and nearly a thousand knights, even if they were replenished immediately, would take four to five years. Uh-huh......" she groaned and smacked her lips, "what a brilliant trick." ”

"But we've also lost a lot of Inquisitors to that end, and they're all the backbone of the church," Mayne sighed, "I don't want to throw them into this purgatory if it weren't for this plan to achieve the quickest results." ”

The old man stroked his beard and said, "We have no other choice, the wasteland beast has appeared, just as it is recorded in the holy book, and time is running out. If we fail to unify the entire continent and concentrate our forces, we will be greeted only by destruction. ”

"There is nothing wrong with destruction," the woman laughed lightly, "human beings are greedy, vicious, mercenary, and do things worse than evil beasts under the banner of righteousness, and perhaps the devils of hell are much kinder than us." ”

"Heather!" the old man shook his beard with anger, "your words are simply rebellious, do you want to go against the will of God!"

"You don't need to worry about that, Lord Teflon," Heather shrugged, her face full of disapproval, "I'm the one in charge of the tribunal, not you. Besides, does God ask us to live? How do you know that his old man doesn't care more about the devil?"

"You're ......!"

"That's enough, Teffron, Heather!," Mayne said displeased, "that's it for today, I'll report back to the Pope later, and you can go about your business." ”

......

After the two left, Mayne stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking to the north—behind the fracture of the Desperate Mountain Range, the land of eternal winter covered in ice and snow, and further west, the wilderness. That's where it all began.

He knew that Bishop Teflon was right, that the Divine Punishment Warrior was too rare, and that it required someone who was loyal to the Holy See and had strong willpower to transform, and the Church had accumulated nearly a hundred years to amass this team of less than a thousand people. If you want to fight the demons, there are not enough people.

But the entire north can only provide so many divine punishment troops, and if you want more samurai, you have no choice but to unify the continent.

Of course, Bishop Heather was just as right, she served as an arbiter of the Church, and judged tens of thousands of wicked people and witches. Whether it was the villains or the witches, the most murderous ones were not as much as the deliberately staged victory today.

The higher one's status in the church, the clearer it is that God has no good or evil, neither good nor evil.

"How do you know that his old man doesn't care more about the devil?" Thinking of Heather's words, Mayne couldn't help but laugh out loud, I'm afraid that only she could be so angry that Lord Teflon had nothing to say. But God doesn't bless the world, he thought, and He doesn't care about the devil.

It only loves the winning side.