"Huh? The zombies today seem to be of a different breed. They seem to be more organized and disciplined. I thought that the wave of landmines would blow them up … "the Magician muttered as he looked at the believers who had regrouped and reorganized themselves.
"They're not zombies, are they?" The Soul Armature Practitioner tried to persuade the Archmage. He took out a few red orbs from his belt and watched as the believers started to approach him. He wondered which little bastard he should let out for a breather today. Would it be a tortoise with a heavy cannon? Or a ninja with a healing shuriken? Or a Holy Sheepdog with a deep relationship with the Church?
However, he soon realized that there were not many enemies who invaded his city wall in the end. They were all standing far away, keeping themselves under the illumination of the divine light. They held some bows and slingshots and shot at the city wall. Instead of saying that they were attacking the city, it was more like a demonstration …
"Their main target today is the Second Walker," the Soul Armature Practitioner said. Both sides had witnessed the battle the day before, and since they did not know why the Second Walker refused to join the fray, they were in a pinch.
"The north side where the Martial Artist is located is also under a lot of pressure," the Archmage said. "Our side and the Engineer Walker's side are having it easy," the Archmage said as he pointed at a believer who was accidentally pushed out of the Holy Light's protection by a teammate behind him. The man exploded into a cloud of blood mist, splattering all over the people around him.
"I'm afraid that's not going to work," the Soul Armature Practitioner said in a low voice. He understood the Archmage's real intention in using such a cruel method. He wanted to create psychological pressure on the enemies so that they would not dare to attack recklessly. That way, the Soul Armature Practitioner could be sent to support the other side.
However, fear was useless to the believers. They had nothing to fear anymore.
This made the Voidwalkers feel a little uncomfortable. Given the current situation, they needed to send reinforcements to the other side where the pressure was greater. It seemed like they could transfer some of their forces from the Archmage's side and the Engineer Walker's side. However, there were two areas that had not been attacked yet. There was still a large group of people gathering in the distance. They believed that the moment they noticed the enemy's presence, they would immediately launch an attack.
After all, there were too few defenders and too many believers. Even if the Voidwalkers saw through the enemy's plan, they would not be able to do anything about it. The tactic of using numbers to their advantage might seem simple and crude, but it was actually very difficult to deal with.
"What about the Engineer Walker? What can he do? "the Archmage asked.
"He's already sent Tarandar over. The Mechanized Division has to stay put. The Blacksmith's artillery is also providing long-range support, but they're too few in number. The Soul Armature Practitioner's cannoneers are also providing support," the Soul Armature Practitioner replied.
"Send all the reinforcements we can to the north. We have the advantage of the terrain and the walls, but there's only one Warrior there, and we're relying mainly on the Northerners and the Elven archers. It'll be easy for them to collapse under the sheer number of enemies," the Archmage said decisively.
Although the situation on the east side seemed to be unfavorable, with the Cleric Walker taking the brunt of the enemy's attacks, there was no need to worry too much about the casualties. Furthermore, the barbarians and the holy knights would not die in such a chaotic battle, so it should not be a problem for them to maintain the stalemate.
The real killer move of the enemy was definitely still in the north. The defenders there were all humans and elves who would die if they were killed. The key was that there was no healer at the back, so the casualties would definitely not be able to last. I believe that when the losses in the north could no longer be sustained, the enemy would launch the final attack and use the tide of zombies to completely drown that side.
"This time, I'm afraid I'll have to use a few of my trump cards," the Archmage said regretfully. "Those are supposed to be used against angels …"
Even though the city was surrounded by a hundred thousand people, the Voidwalkers still held back some of their strength. After all, the enemy had not revealed their true trump card. If they were forced to reveal their trump card by the believers, the Voidwalkers would not know when Baiyi would return, and they would lose the war.
At the same time, the northern side, which was the focus of the battle, was in the midst of a bloody battle. The ordinary troops sent by the Northern Duke worked with the Northern warriors to hold off the enemy's assault. The situation was very different from the day before. Yesterday, the believers had not prepared ladders or other siege tools, and they could only sigh at the sight of the towering walls. Today, however, not only did they bring siege tools, but they also brought siege engines and catapults. With the help of these siege tools, the pressure on the northern side had increased exponentially!
"Remember, you must take turns to cover for them!" The Warrior swung her fists, which were dyed blue with combat chi, and knocked enemies off the walls. She did not forget to remind the Northerners that they would not be able to hold out for long due to the difference in the way they used their combat chi. She also knew that the Northerners would not be able to hold out for long, and they would not be able to hold out for long.
The Northern warriors tried their best to keep their wits about them. They tried to recall the lessons she had taught them over the past few days, and they began to use their combat chi at a more rational rate. At the same time, they did their best to maintain their formation and take turns to advance.
"Nydore, remember not to use that bow." The Warrior then reminded Nydore that she should not use the Caudillo Butterfly Bow on a whim. It was a dangerous weapon that could not be used to deal with small fries like this. However, even with the help of her ancestral bow, she would not be able to do much damage to these believers, who had high HP and Defense.
"Is Mr. Bear not willing to help us?" asked an elven archer, whose fingers were bleeding from drawing his bow.
"Mr. Bear's power cannot be wasted in a place like this," Nydore said firmly as she secretly wiped the blood from her fingers.
She had been forced to use her ancestral skills multiple times, and the wound on her hand was worse than the others.
At this moment, Laeticia had also arrived at the northern side of the battlefield. She saw the cruel battle, the Eternal Sleep Warriors, and the crisis of the city.
She hesitated, but she did not dare to take another step forward. It was as if she could not overcome the final hurdle in her heart.
"Aren't you going to do something?" The shadow suddenly appeared behind her and whispered.
"Master Sonia?" Laeticia turned around in surprise. She had heard of the old man's name and knew that he was a candidate for the papacy, but she had never met him before.
"If you don't want to go, I'll go by myself," the shadow said. "I may not be strong enough to use those powerful divine spells, but I have to do something …"
"You actually …" Laeticia was a little surprised. Even Professor Hantai and Professor Joel could cast Divine Arts, so why couldn't Professor Sonia, who was more orthodox and didn't have any bad habits, use Divine Arts?
"Because I've given up my faith. Or rather, I've found my true faith. It's still very weak, and it can't give me much power." As the shadow spoke, a black flame suddenly appeared in his palm. It looked very much like Baiyi's Black Void Flame, but its power … It could not even burn a straw.
"Is it dirty? Is it evil? "The shadow asked, holding the black flame in front of Laeticia.
Feeling the gentle and indifferent temperature of the flame, Laeticia's face showed a hint of confusion. She shook her head and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know … This may be your choice, but I …"
"Then, I hope you find your own choice." The shadow did not say anything else. He quickly left and joined the bloody battle on the city wall.
"My … choice?" Laeticia lowered her head and looked at her hands. The silver-white gauntlet reflected a holy and pure light. She gently grasped the scripture necklace in front of her chest, raised the war flag in her hand, and began to pray softly. Once again, and also for the last time, she chanted that familiar prayer.
"I walk alone in the land where light cannot shine, where God cannot protect, where evil spreads …
"There should be light, there should be sacrifice, there should be redemption …
"May I carry out my lord's duty, become the light of my lord, and bring justice and redemption to this land …"
When it was time to shout the name of the technique, Laeticia was silent for a moment. Then, with a sobbing but firm voice, she said,
"My lord, forgive me …"
A second later, a pair of gigantic wings of light appeared in the sky above Arfin City. The wings were neither dazzling nor extravagant. Instead, they radiated a gentle, warm, and gentle light that healed every living creature in Arfin City. The soldiers who were fighting on the northern front could feel a warm, soothing sensation in their hearts.
Compared to the divine light that filled the sky, this pair of wings of light did not seem as dazzling. It was not domineering enough, nor was it powerful enough. However, every believer who was illuminated by the wings of light instantly lost their armor, and they quickly calmed down from their religious fanaticism. They were no longer fearless. Instead, they knelt on the spot and looked up at the huge wings of light.
Rather than a pair of wings, it was more like a gentle hand that was trying its best to soothe the pain of humanity. It also looked like a believer who was confessing his sins to God and receiving the consolation of forgiveness.
"Is this the lord's mercy? Is this the last prayer of a true believer to the lord? " Paimon, who was watching from afar, noticed the wings as well. He said curiously, "I can't believe there is a true believer in the Land of Light, and she is the lord's beloved one. She is not one of those two heretics who deceived the lord."
"Even so, she still prayed for the last time," Archangel Paal said in a regretful tone, as if he was feeling pity for the believer.
When a believer prayed for the last time, there were only two outcomes. One was death, and the other was …
Fall!
"Simon, find the believer who has received the lord's mercy." Paimon said to the angel who was commanding the believers on the battlefield. "Grant the lord's final forgiveness."
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