The Saint Luo Ya had become the light in the hearts of all the believers of the Mother Goddess tonight.
He was the Redeemer, the grace of the Mother Goddess for her desperate children. He was also the Punisher, the thunder and lightning that judged all blasphemers of the Mother Goddess.
In the eastern district of Leinster, the fearless believers began an unbelievable all-out counterattack with red eyes. The frontline formed by the black-armored soldiers and black-clothed clergy was destroyed as the battle cries shook the entire city.
Beside the black-haired youth, the most elite disciples of the Mother Goddess formed a personal guard, pledging their lives to protect the greatest Saint. Bishop Bradley's eyes were red with bloodlust as he stood on top of the giant scorpion puppet, leading the charge. He knew that this was his last chance.
"The Mother Goddess is watching me!"
The passionate fanatics roared and rushed into the crowd to launch a suicide attack. The frontline of the Brotherhood of Redemption was almost smashed to pieces. Realizing that something was wrong, the Brotherhood of Redemption hurriedly sent reinforcements, but they still could not stop the burning soldiers.
"Damn it! What the hell is going on! Are the lackeys of the Mother Goddess crazy? "
At the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Redemption, Bishop Santos listened to the report of his subordinates. He felt like he was in a dream, and he could not understand the current situation.
The Saint Heroes Society was depressed during the day, and they were about to die. At night, their morale did not completely collapse. Instead, it was as if they were injected with chicken blood. How was this possible?
"What about our Redemption Legion? How did they break through the blockade of the Redemption Legion? "
"I heard that the arrival of the saint of the Saint Heroes Society attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess here …"
"Bullshit! The saint has been killed by us long ago. Where did the saint come from! "
Santos interrupted his subordinates angrily. After thinking for a while, he decided to see the situation himself. However, as he approached the battlefield, the gloomy middle-aged man's face began to turn ugly.
Shouts of killing, full of morale, and earth-shattering shouts came almost continuously from the front. The turbulent flow of magic essence, the screams of the believers, everything told Santos the fierceness of the enemy in front.
Quickly stepping on the high platform, the surprised man looked into the distance and saw a black-haired youth walking in the center of the team under the soaring flames. He was covered in moonlight, and his golden eyes were shining like candlelight. A strange spell wave was emitted from his body, and the whispers of the black soldiers and clergy were dissolved under the wave.
He was surrounded by Bishop Bradley of the Saint Hero Society and a group of high-level believers in white robes. A giant scorpion-shaped puppet stood in front of him. Countless warriors were shouting the names of the Saint Apostle and Mother Goddess as they charged forward fearlessly.
"Damn it, how is this possible? Do they have two saints? "
Santos stared at the black-haired youth in the team, and his expression changed sharply. To be able to resist the blasphemous whispers of the Redemption Legion and organize such a large formation to make all the believers fearless of death, there seemed to be no other possibility except for the saint. If it was really the saint, then the Brotherhood of Redemption must greatly adjust their strategy.
The strength of the saint of the Saint Heroes Society was not necessarily strong, because the selection of the saint was not measured by strength. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to kill them. In fact, the existence of the saint was more like a key. They could activate the trump card of the Saint Heroes Society. According to the instructions Santos received from above, this was the only thing that must be avoided.
For this purpose, they spent a lot of effort to intercept and kill the saint, but now it seemed that the other party was well prepared. In the end, one of them still slipped in.
The situation must be reported to the Lord immediately.
With this thought in mind, Santos angrily stared in the direction of Luo Ya and left the front line amidst the Saint Heroes Society's imposing shouts.
Bradley felt as if he was in a dream.
Two hours later, when the sun rose, the Saint Heroes Society stopped attacking under the orders of the saint. By this time, they had recovered all of the East City District and part of the North City District, expanding their sphere of influence by twofold in one breath, almost back to before the start of the war.
This was the first and only great victory since the start of the war. It greatly encouraged the believers and saved Bradley, who was on the verge of death. Luo Ya also completely became the leader of the Leinster Saint Heroes Society in this battle.
The black-haired youth looked at the cheering crowd in silence. Now that things had developed to this point, the infiltration mission was basically a complete success. Now, who would dare to doubt Luo Ya? He did not need to do anything as the believers would help him turn the other party into ashes.
Of course, in addition to completely controlling the Saint Heroes Society, Luo Ya also had a second consideration, which was to make a big move and attract everyone's attention.
Whether it was the legions and students in St. Freya's Academy or Lillian who might be in the city, Luo Ya needed them to discover him before he could talk about other things. Especially the latter, finding his senior was now his number one goal.
Of course, in order to make a big move, the Saint Heroes Society had to pay a high price. Luo Ya's [Crown] Source Substance only provided resistance against the whispers that made people go crazy. It did not affect the combat power of the black-armored soldiers and black-clothed clergy. The Saint Heroes Society actually won the battle with fewer people tonight. It was all because of their incredible morale and fearless fighting style that they could achieve such a great victory.
But Luo Ya did not feel bad about it at all.
Death, they could all die. After all, it was a cult after a cult, so it was not wrong for them to die.
Moreover, they were indeed not afraid of death …
"The devout believers have defended the glory, and their souls have returned to Mother Goddess."
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