"Your Majesty, the Great Light King has invaded the military region. The military is retreating but the troops from the other divisions are rushing over. The Great Light King is worried that they will surround the military region. He is asking for reinforcements."
A deacon of the Church hurriedly ran over and reported to Barton from the divine temple at the top of Mount Wutuo.
Barton was sitting on the throne with a scepter in his hand. He said: "I know. Send a message to him. The reinforcements will arrive soon."
"Yes!" The deacon was ready to retreat. Barton asked: "Have the craftsmen arrived?"
The deacon was startled. He didn't know why the Pope would ask about such a trivial matter at such a critical moment. He replied: "Your Majesty, the craftsmen that you have invited have arrived. They are in the church at the foot of the mountain."
"Tell them to come up and get ready to start work." Barton said.
"Yes." The deacon replied.
After he retreated, Barton immediately got up and walked quickly to the inner hall behind the throne. At a glance, he saw Dean sitting in front of the desk, quietly drawing something, and the beautiful woman who seemed to never leave his side. Barton's eyes glanced at the woman's almost perfect figure, then quickly turned away. He respectfully said to Dean: "Master, the craftsmen have arrived."
Dean nodded: "Wait for them to come. Tell them to modify according to the drawings I gave you."
"Yes," Barton answered and looked up at him. "Young Master, aren't you here?"
"I'm going to the military region." Dean put the pen on the shelf next to him. He looked at Barton: "I'll leave this place to you."
Barton was startled: "Master, the military region is in chaos. Will it be too dangerous for you to go? Do you want the remaining cardinals to protect you?"
"No need." Dean got up and put on his coat: "The war will be over by the time I get there."
Barton said: "But I heard from the spies that the other divisions of the military are rushing there. Even if the Great Light King and Lord Richelieu win they will be surrounded by them …"
"If your head is cut off, what can you do even if your body is strong?" Dean looked at him with a teaching look.
Barton woke up.
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…
On the vast plain of the military headquarters, the sounds of battle could be heard for hundreds of miles.
The paladin army led by the Great Light King, Pulo, was like a snow-white wave sweeping in the direction of the military headquarters' buildings. There was a small river in front of these buildings and a sandbag fortress had been built on the other side of the river. The military's most powerful war weapon, the God's Cannon, was set up behind the fortress and aimed at the paladin army.
There was a neat formation of soldiers behind the barrier. Each soldier was equipped with a legendary 'steam rifle' that Dean had given to the military. All the soldiers were staring at the army of knights. They saw the green grassland being engulfed by the army of knights. All the cannons were fired as they entered the firing range. The cannons were like meteors as they shot towards the army of knights.
A loud explosion sounded, and countless Holy Knights and their horses were blasted into pieces.
"Holy Shield Formation!" Pu Luo took the lead and roared at the sky.
His voice spread to tens of thousands of troops. The army of knights in the front immediately raised their golden shields and placed them on top of their heads. The cannons smashed down and exploded a big pit. But the number of casualties was immediately reduced by more than half.
In the blink of an eye, Pu Luo had led the army to the front of the barrier. They galloped through the small river and splashed countless water.
The soldiers of the military behind the barrier roared and rushed forward to meet the attack.
Bang Bang Bang …
The bullets from the steam rifle quickly pierced through the horses and the knights. However, some knights who were further away were hit by the bullets but still rushed forward.
The range and power of the steam rifle couldn't be compared with the rifles of the old era. The armors of the army of knights were the best quality war armors in the outer wall. They were extremely hard and could only be hit at close range.
In the blink of an eye, the two armies had fallen into a melee.
"I'm going to capture the king!" Richelieu roared at Pulo and called for a cardinal behind him to lead thousands of light cavalry. They took the lead and charged into the army. Their momentum was unstoppable as they tore open a gap and rushed towards the military headquarters building at the back of the army.
Pu Luo was anxious when he saw that Richelieu was alone. He roared and waved his axe to kill the soldiers.
Under the cover of Pu Luo, the light cavalry led by Richelieu broke through the defense of the soldiers. Some generals of the military saw that the situation wasn't right and led the heavy armored soldiers to stop them. However, they were beheaded by Richelieu.
The generals of the military had the strength of senior hunters and had rich combat experience. But in front of Richelieu, they were no different from ordinary soldiers. Under his lead, thousands of light cavalry pierced into the heavy armored troops and instantly tore them in half. They rushed straight to the front of the military headquarters building complex.
"Kill!!" Richelieu's face was stained with blood. The battle he hadn't fought for a long time had made his blood boil. The sounds of fighting in his ears were like war drums, raising his fighting spirit. He took the lead and jumped onto the steps of a building. He quickly cut down the soldiers who came to stop him and rushed in first.
"Die!!" An armored general rushed out of the courtyard. His eyes were red as he roared and rushed towards Richelieu with a spear.
Richelieu leaped off his warhorse and landed directly where the spear of the general was thrusting at him. At the same time, he grabbed the spear with his hand and grabbed it. Using the momentum, he leaped forward and kicked the general in the chest. With a loud thud, the general spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were wide open and his face was filled with disbelief. His body flew backward and slammed into the wall behind him, causing it to collapse.
Richelieu didn't stop and rushed towards the military headquarters' meeting hall building.
Along the way, there were soldiers who came to stop him. Most of them were the ace soldiers of the military, the Purple Feather Army. Every Purple Feather Army soldier had a purple feather stuck in their helmet. It was extremely eye-catching. But in front of Richelieu, they were all killed in an instant.
Cardinal Elnorin, who was following behind Richelieu, was already stunned. Although he knew that his master's strength was unfathomable, he didn't expect him to be so strong. He could gallop freely in the military headquarters and come out unscathed!
With a bang, a Purple Feather Army soldier was kicked away by Richelieu. The soldier crashed into the door of the military headquarters' meeting hall, knocking it open.
In the meeting hall, Saint Lorenza and the remaining generals, as well as the chief of staff, were all shocked. They didn't expect the enemy to attack so quickly. One of the chief of staff hurriedly said, "What happened outside?"
"Sir, the enemy has attacked!" A captain hurriedly ran over to report.
Saint Lorenza's face was full of shock. "Who is it, Pulo?"
"It's the old Pope!" The captain said in a panic. "He's too strong. No one can stop him. General Cote was killed the moment he went up!"
Saint Lorenza was stunned.
The other chief of staff widened their eyes, their faces full of shock.
"Commander!" One of the chief of staff came back to his senses and hurriedly looked at Saint Lorenza.
Saint Lorenza knew what he meant and immediately said, "Quick, let Ghost Dragon attack!"
"I'll go too!" One of the generals said and quickly ran out of the hall.
Richelieu led Elnorin and the remaining hundreds of light cavalry to break through the door of the military headquarters' meeting hall. They cut down the soldiers who came to stop them one by one. Richelieu already saw a few red figures in the meeting hall in front of him. One of them had the most intense heat source, like a fireball. He knew that it was the old man from Saint Lorenza.
Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming from the corridor next to him. He turned his head and suddenly saw a black figure with disheveled hair and tattered clothes rushing towards him at high speed.
He was shocked and hurriedly jumped up to meet it, lest his horse get hurt.
Bang!
He kicked out and suddenly felt as if he had kicked an iron plate. He looked down and saw that the ragged figure that looked like a beggar had grabbed his ankle.
With a swoosh, the beggar figure swung his arm and fell down. Richelieu's body slammed into the floor of the corridor like a hammer, smashing through the floor and covering him with sawdust. Before the beggar could swing him again, Richelieu's other leg lashed out, striking the beggar squarely in the chest. With a grunt, the beggar let go of Richelieu's hand and took several steps back.
Richelieu took the opportunity to put some distance between them and looked over.
The beggar figure rubbed his chest and grimaced in pain. His face that was covered by his disheveled hair showed some shock.
"High-level Limitless, the military really hid it well …" Richelieu narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly pulled out the sharp sword on his back. He took a deep breath and the blood in his body moved slightly. The magic mark at the end of his spine was immediately stimulated. His flaxen hair immediately became moist again and became a bright golden color. The wrinkles on his face also disappeared quickly, and he returned to the appearance of a man in his thirties. His facial features were clear and handsome, and there was not a single wrinkle on his skin.
Swoosh!
He exerted strength in his feet and suddenly rushed out.
The beggar looked at Richelieu's transformation with a serious expression on his face. With a low growl, the bones in his body began to move violently. His body twisted slightly in a strange posture, and the next moment, sharp white bone spikes began to grow out of his forehead, elbows, and the end of his spine. He lay on the ground like a lizard, swaying his body. As Richelieu pounced on him, the beggar charged forward.
Swoosh!
He waved his sharp claws and slashed at Richelieu's chest.
The sword in Richelieu's hand flashed and blocked his palm. However, the moment he blocked it, he saw a white spike coming at him from the side.
He hurriedly slammed his palm on the ground and rolled over to avoid the white spike. He then stabbed his sword at the beggar figure.
The beggar figure reacted quickly and quickly dodged the attack. He jumped up and landed on the dome of the corridor. His fingers dug into the sawdust and he swooped down.
Richelieu's face darkened and he swung his sword to block.
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