Chapter 67 The Battle of Hermes (Part 2)

But the expected final battle did not happen.

One walked up to the female warrior and pressed down on her sword hilt.

"Stand back." His voice was not high, but clear and powerful. Alicia noticed that the other party was a member of the team that was still in order. He wore the commander's badge on his arm armor, " The God's Punishment Army is here."

She turned her head, and not far away, a group of tall warriors came out from the north gate. They were wearing bright full-body armor, which reflected silvery luster under the soaking of rain, with red cloaks on their backs. Weapons vary. Some hold shields and swords, others hold sickles or iron axes. After they crossed the suspension bridge, instead of regrouping, they dispersed and faced the charging evil beasts.

What kind of tactics is this? It's just nonsense! In the face of a hybrid evil beast whose power and speed far exceed that of humans, the only way to win is to maintain the formation and gather the strength of everyone to meet them. Could it be that they want to fight alone in their current posture? Moreover, let the God's Punishment Army fight alone, and watch from the sidelines?

"We have to support them!"

"No need," the man shook his head, his face a little gloomy, "We'll just watch, if we go up rashly, it will only drag them down."

drag? Alicia glared at the other person angrily. Could it be that she was wrong, this person is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? She clenched the hilt of her sword tightly and prepared to bypass him and join the battle—although she was full of confusion about the future of the new holy city, facing the enemy at this moment, all she could do was die in battle.

Before taking two steps, the female warrior saw an unbelievable scene.

A flying alien swooped down from the sky. Its appearance was as terrifying as a hellbringer, with huge wings covered with gray feathers, which could reach twelve feet when fully opened. The head is like a bird, but it has a pair of horns, and the barbs on the two claws are enough to cut into the breastplate of a warrior.

Falling vertically from a high altitude is their usual attack method, which is concealed and extremely difficult to defend against. Even if a heavy shield is held in both hands, it will be knocked down by it. The huge impact force will shatter the bones of the shield bearer's arms and crush the chest cavity. It is almost a deadly situation. The only way to deal with it is to roll outward when the alien species is about to fall to the ground, so as to avoid this dangerous blow.

But God's Punishment Army didn't dodge. A silver-armored warrior assumed the posture of facing the enemy head-on, stretched out his hands at the moment the alien species rushed in front of him, and pressed his palms hard on the opponent's claw pads. The impact was so powerful that It made a sound like a snowmans gift barrel roaring. A cloud of mist rose from him and the monster, and the armor creaked and twisted.

His right foot was bent, his left foot was straightened, and his body stretched into a straight line pointing to the sky, and the alien species couldn't crush him for a while. And another warrior aimed at the stagnant flying alien and threw a short javelin at such a speed that Alicia only saw a flash of silver light, and the javelin accurately penetrated the monster's head, smashing it to pieces.

The silver-armored warrior threw the twitching alien corpse to the ground. His arm was bent abnormally. Obviously, the attack just now was not unscathed, and the bones in his arm had been broken. But as if nothing had happened, he pulled out the ax at his waist and killed the other evil beasts.

Relying on human power to fight against this group of monsters, Alicia couldn't believe her eyes. Hundreds of God's Punishment Army warriors rushed into the swarming crowd of evil beasts. The red cloak was like a torrent of blood. Forcibly blocked the enemy's advance. She now understands what the leader means by "drag". These warriors have the ability to fight ten against one. Each of them has strength, agility, and reaction speed comparable to hybrid beasts—no, even worse. powerful. Ordinary evil beasts are almost powerless in front of them.

"It's really amazing!" Alicia felt a wave of heartfelt joy. With this group of brave and powerful warriors, it is impossible for the Hermes Cathedral to fall. "Ah, by the way, I haven't asked for your name yet. My name is Alicia Quinn, the commander of the Judgment Army. You seem to have known the combat capabilities of the God's Punishment Army for a long time?"

The other party glanced at her, his eyes were as cold as ice rain, he didn't give his name, but said in a deep voice: "My brother is a God's Punishment Army."

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"It looks like we have won," said Bishop Mayne, holding up the observation mirror on the top floor of the cathedral. This is the highest point of the New Holy City. Using the telescopic tool of the Fjord Maritime Merchant, you can overlook most of the battlefield. "Stop the trebuchet, the God's Punishment Army is about to attack the city."

"Isn't victory expected?" another person asked. He was wearing the same golden bishop uniform as Mayne, but his voice was much older, "The point is, the armies of the Four Kingdoms are all finished."

"That's right, in this way, their border defenses will be in vain," said the last person. She was the youngest of the three, about 30 years old, and the only woman among the three bishops. "There are more than five thousand well-equipped and well-trained standing troops and nearly a thousand knights. Even if they are replenished immediately, it will take four to five years. Hmm..." She groaned and smacked her lips. count."

"But in order to achieve this goal, we also lost a lot of Judgment Army, they are the backbone of the church," Mayne sighed, "If it wasn't for this plan to achieve the fastest results, I really don't want to throw them into this purgatory inside."

The old man stroked his beard and said: "We have no other choice. The wasteland beasts have already appeared, just like the records in the holy book, and time is running out. If we can't unify the entire continent and gather our strength, only destroy."

"Destruction is actually nothing bad," the woman said with a frivolous smile, "Human beings are greedy, vicious, and mercenary, and they do things scarier than evil beasts under the banner of righteousness. Maybe hell devils are much kinder than us. .”

"Heather!" The old man was so angry that his beard shook, "Your remarks are simply rebellious, do you want to go against God's will!"

"You don't need to worry about it, Lord Teflon," Heather shrugged, her face full of disapproval, "I am in charge of the arbitration court, not you. Besides, did God ask us to survive? How do you know? Wouldn't his old man care more about the devil?"

"you……!"

"Enough! Teflon, Heather!" Mayne said angrily, "That's it for today, I will report the situation to the Pope later, you go and finish your own business."

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After the two left, Mayne stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked to the north—behind the break of the Impassable Mountain Range was the Land of Eternal Winter covered in ice and snow, and to the west was the wild land. That's where it all started.

He knew that what Bishop Teveron said was right. God's Punishment Warriors are too rare to be transformed. Only those who are loyal to the Holy See and have a strong willpower can be transformed. After nearly a hundred years of accumulation, the Church has accumulated such A team of less than a thousand people. To fight against the demons, the number is far from enough.

But the entire north can only provide so many God's Punishment Army, if you want more warriors, you have no choice but to unify the continent.

Of course, what Bishop Heather said was equally correct. She served as the arbitrator of the church and tried tens of thousands of villains and witches. Whether those villains or witches, the most ferocious ones were not as many as today's deliberately staged tragic victory.

The higher the status in the church, the more clearly you can feel that God is neither good nor evil, nor good or evil.

"How do you know that the old man won't care more about the devil?" Mayne couldn't help laughing when he thought of Heather's words. She was probably the only one who could make Lord Teflon speechless. He thought, but God neither protects the world nor cares about the devil.

It only favors the side that wins.

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