Gawk!
Amid the ominous caw, the black bird landed on the broken wagon. It turned its neck and scanned its surroundings vigilantly with its round eyes.
Then, it pecked at the wagon.
A piece of flesh and blood hanging on the wagon was caught by the black bird's beak and swallowed.
Souuu!
A stray arrow grazed the wagon and plunged into the mud. The black bird fluttered its wings and soared up to the clouds, its black eyes looking down at the battle on the ground.
The black monster roared.
The Knight swung his sword.
The soldiers used spears and bows as cover.
Back and forth.
Between the sharp teeth and the sharp edge of the sword, sparks flew everywhere and blood splattered.
After the monster fell to the ground, it turned into mud that reeked of the sea. After the humans fell, they turned into corpses.
The corpses looked ferocious.
Unwillingness in their eyes.
Anticipation in their hearts.
But …
The outcome couldn't be changed.
Death was death.
Blood dyed the white priest robe red.
The bloodless face still maintained its last smile.
Just like the teachings of Mercy Temple.
Comfort the people.
Forget yourself.
The Harvest Temple archpriest, who only had one arm left, raised his left hand and tidied the remains of the Mercy Temple archpriest.
He had to do it.
The archpriest died to save him.
"They retreated!
The monsters are repulsed! "
The voice sounded again.
It wasn't the first time it sounded.
The initial joy and delight were long gone, all that was left was to seize the time to rest. The archpriest of War Temple, who had full authority over the battle, asked in a hoarse and heavy voice, "Did the messenger break out?"
"He did, my lord."
The Knight of War Temple bowed.
"That's great!
That's great!
It's better than nothing to have hope. "
The archpriest of War Temple turned around and looked at the layers of defense line built with wagons and bodies.
His eyes jumped over the defense line, looking at the elderly, women, and children who were praying softly.
He opened his mouth, trying to say something but all that came out was an apologetic whisper.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't bring you all out of danger.
I'm sorry. "
His voice was getting heavier.
It became inaudible.
His body swayed slightly as he leaned against the flagpole of the war flag behind him.
He was a little tired.
I need a break.
Just for a moment.
The high priest of the Temple of War closed his eyes. His white beard fluttered in the wind, and the flag of the God of War fluttered above his head.
The remnant spiritual light on it flickered like a candle in the wind.
Pa!
The rope binding the Flag of Sword and Shield suddenly broke.
The light shattered.
The candle went out.
The war flag danced in the wind, high up in the sky, and then slowly descended.
It landed on the archpriest of War Temple.
"My lord!"
The few Knight who were guarding the archpriest of the Temple of War knelt on the ground, sobbing.
Such a cry was abrupt and obvious on the battlefield that had just regained a sliver of peace.
Everyone's attention was drawn to them.
The Knight placed their hands on their chests and bowed.
The soldiers bowed their heads in silence and recited the eulogy.
The civilians who were protected were sobbing softly.
Unlike the knights, soldiers, priests, and deacons who were on the battlefield, they did not suffer any damage at all. The defense line that was set up at the last minute seemed like it could be broken with a single charge, but it protected them like an impregnable fortress.
Everything was under the command of the old man.
He stood on the roof of the only wagon that wasn't merged into the temporary defensive line and raised the flag of sword and shield, protecting them like a real shield.
The archpriest of War Temple did the same.
So did the archpriest of Valiant Temple.
That was the closest they got to danger. A bunch of monsters broke out from the ground and opened their mouths full of sharp teeth at them.
The archpriest of Valiant Temple dashed over without a second thought and repelled the monsters. The young boy who was about to be swallowed by the monster was forcefully snatched back by the archpriest.
Courage, charge forward.
Might, kill the enemy and protect the people.
With his last cry, he stood at the forefront of the defensive line.
His eyes were wide open in anger, and under the tattered armor on his body were layers upon layers of wounds.
He had stopped breathing a long time ago.
But he didn't fall.
Just like how he believed in 'courage' and 'strength'.
Relying on himself, he slaughtered hundreds of monsters that appeared out of nowhere. His beliefs weren't tainted.
Even though his face was dirty and stained with blood, it was tainted by the mud.
Wuuu, Wuuu Wuuu!
"The monsters are coming!"
The short sound of the horn and the clear voice told the people that another battle had begun.
"Oh God!"
"Save us!"
A young child was sobbing softly, even though his mother covered his mouth tightly, she couldn't cover his sobs.
Then, the mother saw her father, who had been staying with her, walk out.
"Father!"
The mother shouted.
"Live!"
His aged father and grandfather couldn't lift a sword, neither could they wield a spear, but he still had his body.
He shouted loudly when he saw the monsters charging at him.
"Come on!
Eat me! "
'Eat me!'
'Use my body to fill your stomach!'
'Use my body to trade for your stomach!'
'Use my body to trade for their hope!'
Puk!
Blood splashed.
His body was bitten in half by the monster, the two halves falling to the ground. The monster lowered its head and started to chew on the remains. More monsters rushed over, wanting to share the food.
The monster whose food was snatched opened its mouth and scolded the other monsters.
But it was useless.
Their hunger instinct made them yearn for this kind of fresh, boiling meat.
The small battle started.
This helped the Knight and the soldiers to share some of the pressure.
More elders stood up, bidding farewell to their families with their eyes. Like their sons and son-in-law, they stepped onto the battlefield with determination.
Death brought life and …
Hope!
"Aaaaaargh!"
A young soldier shouted loudly.
He saw his father.
His father saw him too.
He waved his hand.
The next moment, the young soldier was drowned by the monsters.
The soldier widened his eyes, the corner of his eyes were torn. Blood flowed down from the corner of his eyes, mixed with tears. The stinging sensation was intense, but he couldn't move. He couldn't leave his squad.
Because he would be one less.
The squad would lose a corner of their formation.
That way … more people would die!
They couldn't afford to lose any more people!
It was enough!
It was enough!
The young soldier turned around, clenched his teeth and mustered all his strength to carry the shield, enduring the monster's attacks again and again.
…
"Hmph, petty insects."
On the hill further away, the man in luxurious clothes saw the scene clearly. He couldn't help but laugh in disdain.
He said to the messenger beside him without turning around.
"Report to the lord."
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