According to the Pope's prophecy, the angels would descend tomorrow, when the sun was the brightest. According to this world's laws, the angels would descend at 9 am. There was not much time left for both sides to prepare.
On the other hand, the Pope had spent most of his energy on the red tape. He did not recruit any more troops at the frontlines. Instead, he dismissed many of them. In the end, he only kept 2000 crusaders, 1000 paladins, 2000 supply caravans, and the Holy Samurai Regiment, which was temporarily expanded to 1000 people, as well as more than 500 priests to support them. In total, there were less than 10,000 people.
However, this army was the true elite force of the Church. Every one of them was a seasoned veteran with extraordinary strength. Their faith was firm, and they were courageous. They would not back down. They should have been able to perform well in the battle at Arfin City, but the cunning demons had created chaos and limited their performance.
He believed that with the angel's support, they would be able to achieve even more results, right?
As for the Voidwalkers, they did not continue to strengthen their defense. Instead, they took the risk of splitting up. Not only that, but they also split up. The Thane led the Sorcerer Walker, the Hitman Walker, the Explorer Walker, 5,000 foot soldiers, and 3,000 Grassland Cavalrymen out of Arfin City. They seemed to be heading east to the Holy City of Canningham. On the other hand, the King of Nightmares, the Charlatan, the Merchant, and the Painter had left the city. They did not bring any troops with them, and their whereabouts were unknown. Lastly, there was the Lich and the devil summoned by Tisdale. They seemed to be heading towards the Templar Fort in the south.
With such a route, it should not be difficult to guess their purpose. But what were they planning? The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
There were even more Voidwalkers in Arfin City. Other than the Third Walker, the Dragon, the Fourth Walker, the Prophet, the Eighth Walker, the Tree, the Monster, the Twenty-Eighth Walker, and the unknown Thirty-first Walker, the rest of the Voidwalkers, including the Astrologer and the Shadow Walker, were already sitting in front of the Archmage.
"I believe that all of you understand the true meaning of this war, so I don't need to say anything more. Although this is a war that we will not lose, we still have to strive for victory. I don't care if you have any grudges or conflicts in the past, but at this critical moment that concerns our freedom and future, I hope that all of you can put aside your prejudices, trust each other, and work together!" The Archmage spoke passionately, but to these old foxes, it didn't seem to have much of an effect on their morale.
However, they were all smart people and knew what to do at such a time.
"Once we defeat this enemy, we will have no more true enemies in this world!" The Archmage added.
"But why do I feel like that stupid manager is our biggest enemy?" The Cleric Walker lowered his voice and whispered to the Astrologer beside him. As he spoke, he was fiddling with a plastic figurine that looked like a figurine from Earth. The figurine looked like Laeticia, but it was clad in black armor and wore an arrogant smile on its face.
The Cleric Walker wondered how it was made.
"Shhh … Lower your voice. That stupid manager might be able to hear us, and don't let anyone else find out about my collection. They will tell on us!" The Astrologer said, pointing at the figurine.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," the Cleric Walker said. Suddenly, he squeezed the figurine and crushed it into a pile of dust.
"Whoa! Are you crazy? You're going to pay for my collection! "The Astrologer jumped up and down in a frenzy.
"No! It's not me! " As the Cleric Walker defended himself, he punched the Astrologer Warlock in the chest. The Cleric Walker's fist kept moving up and down, causing the Astrologer Warlock to let out a series of strange cries.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Before the Archmage could figure out what was going on, a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time rang in the minds of all the Voidwalkers.
"I'm the one who did it. Alright, long story short. You guys must fight with all your might. I'll give you as much support as I can. Keep it up, and remember, the Void is fearless!"
The voice disappeared, and the Cleric Walker returned to normal. He retracted his hand apologetically and asked, "How did that stupid manager control our bodies all of a sudden?"
"Technically speaking, he has always been able to do it. It's just that he has never done it before," the Archmage Walker explained. He kicked the Astrologer, who was wailing on the ground, and said, "Stop screaming. You won't die."
"But this is too scary …" The Astrologer said as he stood up, clutching the gaping hole in his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll just give you a few knocks," the Blacksmith Walker said.
"Speaking of which, what happened to that stupid manager? Just now, I felt as if God was talking to me. " The Shadow Walker, a veteran member of the Church and a former candidate for the Pope, said uneasily, "I feel like he can see through everything. He can see through every inch of my skin and my thoughts."
"Ugh!" The Assassin Walker, who was sitting next to her, let out an unintelligible cry. He turned around and glared at the Shadow Walker.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I'm just telling you what I know," the Shadow Walker said. Then, she lowered her voice and said, "By the way, why am I the one apologizing?"
After listening to the Shadow Walker's explanation, the Soul Armature Practitioner gave it some serious thought before replying, "I believe that he has always had the ability to do so. It's just that out of respect for us, he did not carry it out. After spending so much time with us, we all thought that he was the Fifth Walker, our representative. But if you think about it, how is he different from a god?"
"Don't talk nonsense, and don't deify that guy. He's not the kind of person who wants to control everything. He must have been forced to act like this. I believe he's still the student I knew, the one who didn't have any bad hobbies other than collecting beautiful girls, "the Archmage Walker said.
But I feel like collecting beautiful girls is a terrible hobby, right?! The same thought appeared in the minds of all the Voidwalkers.
Just like that, the last day of their lives came to an end.
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the entire Canningham City was filled with a melodious song. It was not just Canningham. Every church in the city was singing the same song. The believers were dressed in their cleanest white robes, and their hands were clutching all kinds of flowers. Regardless of their occupation — farmers, nobles, warriors — they were all praying in their hearts, ready to welcome the angel.
Even Laeticia had donned a full set of snow-white armor today. Her favorite black stockings had been replaced by white, which she couldn't quite handle. She held a war flag in her hand, gazing in the direction of Canning Peace City from afar. Her heart was filled with unprecedented conflict.
Behind her was Noirciel, who had reached a critical stage in her treatment. Noirciel had touched her, licked her, acknowledged her, and blessed her. Noirciel was a friend, and the Archmage Walker had promised to protect her. Noirciel was more human than an angel, and the Archmage Walker was looking in the direction of Noirciel's faith.
This conflict was different from the one between Baiyi and the Church. It was on a much higher level, and much more complicated. Laeticia had tried to comfort herself by telling herself that her faith was Joel's interpretation, but now that God's representative was about to appear, she began to feel uneasy.
She wanted to protect Noirciel, but she did not want to become an enemy of an angel.
The Cleric Walker and the Archmage Walker seemed to know this, which was why they had not arranged for her to participate in the previous battles. They had not even assigned her any missions, so she could stay by Noirciel's side.
"Mr. Hope, Mr. Joel, my Lord … What should I do to fulfill my promise? What should I do to fulfill my faith?" Laeticia muttered as she held the Scripture necklace tightly in front of her chest.
Just then, she heard someone calling her from behind. "Xiya?"
It was the Cleric Walker and the Holy Knight. The two of them did not wear the suspicious black robes they were wearing today. Instead, they wore white robes in the style of the believers. They seemed to have found these clothes when they were meeting Noirciel. They were ill-fitting and bulged out from the armor, making them look like two buckets of water. It was a rather comical sight.
"Mr. Joel, Mr. Hantai," Laeticia greeted the two elders politely.
"We were a little worried about you, so we came to take a look." The Paladin said as he gently patted Laeticia's head. "I've experienced this before. I know it's the hardest time for you."
"I don't know … I don't know how to choose. I don't know what's the right choice." Laeticia had a bitter smile on her face.
"It's simple. Trust this place. Trust your heart," the Cleric Walker said solemnly, tapping his chest.
"Faith is supposed to be a simple thing. It's something that you have to experience on your own. No one can help you with anything. It took us a long time to learn and understand this." The Holy Knight said in a serious tone.
After saying that, they didn't say anything more and left silently. They didn't even admire Laeticia's new outfit today. At this moment, the two of them didn't look like their usual gentlemen at all. Instead, they looked more like wise men who had achieved enlightenment.
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