Looking at El 'Norin and the group of Holy Knights behind him, the chiefs of staff on both sides of the conference table were in an uproar. They nervously retreated to Saint Lorenza's side.
Saint Lorenza's face was gloomy. He stepped out of the crowd and pulled out his greatsword from the weapon rack beside him.
El 'Norin looked down at Saint Lorenza and said, "Commander, get ready to be captured …"
Just as he said that, Saint Lorenza suddenly rushed towards him with his sword in hand. He was as fast as a white pigeon, his greatsword humming in the air.
El 'Norin's expression changed. He hurriedly retreated and called for the Holy Knights to stop him.
With a few bangs, Saint Lorenza raised his hand and slapped. The charging Holy Knights flew back at an even faster speed, crashing into the Holy Knights behind them. Immediately, a large number of them fell.
El 'Norin saw that the situation was not good and quickly turned to escape.
Bang bang bang!
Seven or eight Holy Knights were thrown out of the hall and smashed into the indoor bonsai outside the hall.
Saint Lorenza held his sword in one hand and stood at the entrance of the hall, looking coldly at the many Holy Knights outside. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his aura completely overshadowed the hundreds of Light Knights.
El 'Norin looked at him in shock and anger. He did not expect the old Saint Lorenza to still have such strength.
Bang! Bang!
In the corridor next to him, Richelieu and the beggar were fighting fiercely, tearing the corridor apart.
Richelieu heard the commotion next to him and glanced over. He suddenly saw Saint Lorenza standing at the entrance of the hall with a sword in his hand. A large number of Holy Knights had fallen in front of him. At the same time, outside the building behind him, there were faint sounds of fighting. It seemed that the army outside had surrounded them.
"I can't delay any longer." His eyes were cold. He raised his hand to block the beggar's attack and leaped back. He knew that the battle between the army led by Prolo and the army of the military would not be decided in a short time, but the army of the military could take the opportunity to send some reinforcements here. The longer he delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for him, and it might even lead to the failure of the mission.
He took a deep breath and suddenly exerted his strength, shooting towards the beggar's figure like an arrow.
The beggar was shocked. With a low growl, bone spikes protruded from his arms as he tried to grab Richelieu.
With a clanging sound, the sword in Richelieu's hand flashed and he deflected the beggar's arm. His body suddenly moved, and in an instant, three Richelieu's appeared, stabbing at him from three different directions.
The beggar's face was full of shock as he hurriedly retreated out of the range of the sword light.
Richelieu followed up with another attack. His sword flashed like the wind, each strike deadly, forcing the beggar's silhouette to retreat.
"Die!" Richelieu growled. The veins on his arms bulged as he slashed down with his sword.
Just like before, the beggar raised his hand to block, but as soon as he touched the longsword, he felt that something was wrong. When he wanted to withdraw his hand, it was already too late. With a cracking sound, the sword light cut through the bone spurs on his arm and went down. The sharp tip of the sword stabbed straight into his chest, leaving a huge wound, and blood spurted out.
Richelieu lifted his foot and kicked the beggar's stomach as he chased after the beggar again.
At the entrance of the hall, Saint Lorenza was dealing with the paladins in front of him while paying attention to the battle. He was shocked to see that Richelieu was able to suppress the ghost dragon. The ghost dragon was a senior limitless in the inner wall. Even in the inner wall where there were many strong people, he was considered as one of the top masters. How could he not be able to defeat Richelieu?
Ernolin also saw the change in the situation. He immediately shouted for the paladins to stop Saint Lorenza in case he rushed over to support the ghost dragon.
Moments later, with a blood-curdling scream, Richelieu rushed out of the broken corridor with his blood-stained sword, heading straight for San Lorenzo.
Saint Lorenza was taken aback. He glanced at the ruins from the corner of his eyes, but there was no movement inside. His heart sank. He swung his sword and cut a Paladin in half. He shouted at Richelieu, "Do you really want to do this?!"
What answered him was Richelieu's sharp sword that came straight at him.
Saint Lorenza's face was full of anger as he tried to resist. He felt a huge force as his sword touched Richelieu's sword. He felt numb and almost let go of the sword.
After Richelieu landed on the ground, he turned around and circled behind Saint Lorenza like a ghost. He used his arm to lock Saint Lorenza's throat and control his upper body. At the same time, he put his knee on Saint Lorenza's spine. With just a little bit of force, he could break Saint Lorenza's body.
"You have lost. Stop." Richelieu said in a low voice.
Saint Lorenza clenched his teeth. He wanted to swing his sword but his arm was numb. The sword that was originally light as if nothing had become incomparably heavy at the moment. He knew that he had lost. He said in grief: "Aren't you afraid of causing chaos? You want to rule our military region? Have you asked the military headquarters in the inner wall? Will they agree?"
Richelieu was unmoved and said, "Pass down the order immediately. Tell your subordinates to stop fighting and surrender. You've lost. Don't create any more killing and sacrifices."
Saint Lorenza was so angry that he laughed. "Slaughter? Sacrifice? Haven't you made enough of them? Do you really think that just because you can control me, you can control the tens of thousands of soldiers in the military? They will never surrender, they will never bow their heads to you! "
Richelieu coldly replied: "Then don't blame me." With that, he grabbed his shoulder and twisted it violently. With a crack, his arm was broken. Then, he dragged his body back into the hall.
Ernie led the other paladins to enter the hall. They occupied every part of the hall and beheaded all the attendants who tried to resist. Only the chiefs of staff and honorary generals were left behind.
"Take off his clothes." Richelieu suddenly pointed to an honorary general.
Ernolin immediately sent someone to take him down and take off his coat.
"Find someone to change into it. Immediately order them to stop fighting and surrender!" Richelieu said in a cold voice.
Ernie couldn't help but look at Richelieu. He didn't expect Richelieu to think of such a strange method.
Saint Lorenza and the other chiefs of staff were shocked and angry. Saint Lorenza angrily said: "Old Pope, you are too despicable!"
"You forced me to do this." Richelieu coldly looked at him.
Soon a paladin put on the honorary general's armor and ran out of the building. It didn't take long for the sound of fighting to die down.
Saint Lorenza closed his eyes in pain when he heard the change. Although he could not see the battle outside, his hearing was very sensitive. As the sound of fighting weakened, he also heard the cheers getting louder and louder. The content of the cheers was "Long live the Pope". Obviously, the Knights of the Church won.
The other chiefs of staff had ugly expressions on their faces. They were so angry that they looked as if they had eaten charcoal. They knew that the generals and soldiers who had stopped fighting outside were probably even more devastated than they were.
A carriage with the flag of a Cardinal of the Church on it sped through the streets at full speed. The passersby on the streets saw the flag on the carriage and avoided it in fear, not daring to stop it. After a moment the carriage came to a stop outside the military headquarters. Dean opened the door and got off the carriage. He looked at the towering courtyard wall in front of him. The coldness in his eyes faded a bit.
"Master, it seems very quiet inside." Sergei who was the coachman said to Dudian as he jumped down from the carriage.
"Quiet is good news." Dean took Aisha's hand and strode inside.
There was a vast grassy plain after entering the courtyard wall. There were several rampart like buildings in front of the plain. There were sentry towers, arrow towers, training grounds and camps.
It didn't take long for Dean to see a lot of corpses and blood staining the plain.
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