The next morning, a piece of news that would make men weep and women fall silent spread across the continent. The Church's army of 120,000 soldiers had been reduced to 10,000 in just two days after the battle with the Voidwalkers.
The news was a little exaggerated. In fact, there were not that many casualties. It was just that the majority of the Church's troops were scattered during the retreat. In the end, there were more than ten thousand people who managed to escape to Shansa City. However, the media in this era also loved to make big news. So, this war, which was supposed to be a sure win in the eyes of the world, suddenly turned into a massacre of the Voidwalkers.
However, the Archmage was very dissatisfied with the outcome of the battle. He held a real battle report in his hand and grumbled unhappily, "These grassland cavalries are really useless. They had such a huge advantage in terms of morale and mobility, but they still let so many of them escape … Although my empire wasn't known for its cavalry, it wasn't so bad that it couldn't even steal the enemy's head with the wind …"
"It can't be helped. They lack high-end combat power, so they can't do anything if they encounter the Church's elites. They can only hunt down some normal soldiers." The Thane said. "You should listen to me and let Attie lead them …"
"Don't let my adorable student take the risk. I didn't expect the Hitman and the Barbarian to be so bad at horse-riding." The Archmage continued to grumble.
"How can a qualified Hitman Walker fight on a horse? You're insulting my professionalism! "the Hitman Walker retorted.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that this horse is too short and too skinny. It can't carry me …" the Caveman Walker said, trying to find an excuse.
"Stop it! You two are such a disgrace! " The Archmage raised his voice and immediately suppressed the two's arrogance. He continued, "Alright, don't get carried away by a momentary victory. This motley crew of ordinary people is just a small skirmish. The real challenge is yet to come … How's the preparation going?"
"If the strength of the angels is as strong as Hope described, we should be able to hold out for three days. As long as there aren't too many of them," the Engineer Walker said confidently. "I've replaced all my marionettes with anti-air weapons, and the Blacksmith Walker is working on the VT tubes."
"Huh?! Can we make something like that? " The Thane Walker asked, a little surprised. He admired the warfare and weaponry back on Earth, but he was not as passionate as the Blacksmith Walker. He knew very well what the VT signal tube was and how it worked. It was obvious that the Voidwalkers were not capable of creating something like this.
"Of course it's the magic version. The cannonball has a miniature sensing array attached to it. At the end of the day, it's still the same as the previous cannonball. The Engineer Walker explained, "The biggest difference between this and a sorcerer casting a spell or releasing a scroll is the efficiency. Not too much manpower is required, and the range and accuracy are greatly improved."
"This is the efficiency that should be achieved by controlling the technological generation gap. Let's continue and make the best use of our time." The Archmage then connected to the Scholar Walker's communication spell and asked, "How are your preparations coming along?"
The Scholar's anxious voice could be heard. "Don't rush me! Speaking of which, I have to maintain Noirciel's condition and prepare the defense system that you've set up. But I only have so few people on hand, and the students are all exhausted. Why don't you transfer more people to help me? By the way, what are you busy with? Secretly admiring those precious cards? "
"How is that possible?! Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't know what's important? I'm in the middle of a meeting to decide on the next step of the battle. There's still a bunch of nobles waiting to see me. Keep it up, I'll come and help if I have time, "the Archmage said seriously, without the slightest hint of guilt.
When the communication was cut off, the Thane Walker lowered his voice and whispered, "Didn't you ask Vidomina to deal with those nobles?"
"I'm worried that she won't be able to handle it. Just in case, "the Archmage said. He then quickly changed the topic." So, what's the bear's decision? Is he willing to help? "
"He still doesn't want to join the battle. He says that he's afraid of the angels, but he's willing to help Aya communicate with the dragons and equip them for the time being. He'll also take care of the logistics," the Thane Walker replied.
Since Aya had dismissed the dragon knights who were unwilling to join the battle, the remaining dragons lacked knights, and their combat power was greatly reduced. In order to make the best use of their combat power, the Engineer Walker had hastily created a batch of safety ropes that looked reassuring, so that even the untrained could barely move around on the dragon's back. The Thane Walker, on the other hand, had selected a group of elite nobles from his own army to train them into dragon knights. Aya and Mordred had been busy with this matter.
However, the normal training process for a dragon knight required at least five to eight years of training before they could mount a dragon's back. Aside from constant training, they also had to get to know the dragon as best they could. It was a slow process, and theoretically speaking, it was impossible to train just before the battle.
However, the Voidwalkers were experts in making the impossible possible. The Engineer Walker's gadgets helped the ordinary soldiers solve their biggest technical problems. The Archmage, on the other hand, requested Mr. Bear to use some of the druid's tricks to speed up Aya's dragon knight training.
Mr. Bear was reluctant at first. It was a peaceful bear, and it did not want to help others kill. However, the Archmage did not hesitate to poke its eyes. He even summoned Santa and Anna, the two little girls, to help him. For some reason, Mr. Bear, who was supposed to be very powerful, was like a real teddy bear in front of the two little ones. It could not fight back at all. It seemed that the bear was not very good at dealing with naughty children.
With the help of Mr. Bear's druid spells, the newly selected soldiers quickly formed a tacit understanding with the unfamiliar dragon. If this process continued, they should be able to produce a batch of dragon knights before the final battle.
As for the two hundred warriors from the Northern Continent, they met up with Baldy and the rest of the students. They seemed to be undergoing a special training called 'God Slaying'. The name sounded unreliable, but the Northerners believed it as if they had taken drugs. He had been yelling that he wanted to let the Gods witness the heroism of a Northern Man. He had not slept for two days and two nights …
"Be careful not to kill these Northerners. They are the elites of the Northern nobles. Don't make too big of a mistake, or Hope will have a headache when he returns." The Thane had advised the Warrior Walker that it was best for the Northerners to stay away from the battlefield. They were not as carefree as the Steppe Cavalrymen, and their support was more important than anything else. It was best for them to stay in Da Xue and wait for news. He believed that the Northerners who sent them here shared the same thought.
"This is their choice," the Warrior Walker replied. The Martial Artist replied faintly, "The path of martial arts advancement lies in constantly challenging oneself, challenging one's limits, challenging powerful enemies that are impossible to defeat. The battle with the Angel is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They are not willing to miss it, and I respect their choice."
The Thane was speechless, so he added another line to his side's list of combatants.
While the Voidwalkers were busy dealing with the threat of the angel, the Church had just woken up the fainted Pope. The first thing the young pope said when he opened his eyes was, "How I wish I didn't wake up so soon …"
The blow he suffered was too heavy, and he was not mentally prepared for it. When he received the battle report yesterday, he was like the Grand Paladin and the Grand Inquisitor at the frontline, repeating over and over again, "How did this happen? How did this happen? "Then, he fainted as if he had run out of electricity.
The Pope, who had been forcefully woken up, was forced to face the cruel reality. He suddenly remembered Hope's philosophy: He was never afraid of the Church. The only reason he did not destroy the Church was because he did not want to kill too many people.
When the Pope first heard this, he thought that it was a boast, but after the two sides exchanged blows, he finally believed that the man was serious. The conventional forces of the Pope's side collided with the enemy and melted like snow in the sun. The Pope could not understand why the Church, a superpower that had existed for thousands of years, could be so vulnerable.
Seeing that the Pope was about to turn into a repeating machine again, the High Priest quickly comforted him, "Your Holiness, we have not lost yet! We still have a trump card that we cannot lose! "
"Yes, the angels will come tomorrow," the Pope muttered. "I wonder how they will feel when they see us in such a miserable state."
"It seems that we are not going to be able to present a satisfactory answer." The Pope calmed himself down and seemed to have regained his composure. He ordered, "Ask Aven to reorganize the army. Dismiss the ordinary crusaders and priests, or make them guards of honor. They are useless in this war, and numbers are meaningless in a battle of this scale."
"Hurry up and get ready. How is the ceremony in Shansa City?"
"Everything is ready. Not only the holy city, but also Shansa City and all the major cities along the way are ready. The angels will go to the battlefield in the most noble manner, under the reverence and admiration of the people!" The High Priest replied excitedly.
Suddenly, a thought came to the Pope's mind. If he spent the effort to arrange the ceremony on the battlefield, would the losses on the frontline be less?
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