Chapter 1436 Struggle

Ga!

Amidst the ominous cry, the black bird landed on half of the wheel. It turned its neck and stared at its surroundings vigilantly with its round black eyes.

Then, with a sharp peck.

A piece of flesh and blood was hung on the wheel, and the black bird held it in its mouth and swallowed it.

Whoosh!

A stream of arrows grazed the wheel and stuck in the soil. The black bird immediately fluttered its wings and flew into the sky. Its black eyes overlooked the battle on the ground.

The black monster roared.

The knights brandished their swords.

The soldiers used spears, bows and arrows as cover.

Mutual exchange.

The fangs and teeth were sharp, the blade was sharp, sparks flew everywhere, and blood flew everywhere.

After the monster fell to the ground, it turned into mud exuding a strong smell of sea. After the human fell to the ground, it turned into corpses.

These corpses looked hideous.

The eyes are unwilling.

Implied expectation.

Can……

The ending cannot be changed.

To die is to die.

Blood stained the white priest's robe.

The bloodless face still maintained the last smile.

Like the teachings of the Temple of Forgiveness.

Comfort the world.

forget yourself.

The high priest of the Harvest Temple, who had only one arm left, raised his remaining left hand and arranged the remains of the high priest of the Temple of Forgiveness.

He has to.

The other party died trying to save him.

"Return!"

"Those monsters were defeated!"

Such a voice sounded.

Not the first time it rang.

The initial joy and joy were gone, and all that was left was seizing the time to rest. The high priest of the War Temple, who had full authority to command the battle, asked in a hoarse and low voice: "Did the messenger rush out?"

"Rush out, my lord."

The knight of the Temple of War bowed in salute.

"That's good!"

"That's good!"

"Having hope is better than nothing."

The high priest of the War Temple turned his head and looked at the layers of defense built with carriages and corpses.

His eyes jumped over the defense line and looked at the old people, women, and children who were praying in low voices.

His lips parted slightly, trying to say something, but all that came out was an apologetic whisper.

"Sorry, I couldn't lead you out of danger."

"Sorry."

The voice became deeper and deeper.

become inaudible.

His body swayed slightly and he leaned on the flagpole of the battle flag behind him.

He is a little tired.

Need a break.

Just one click.

The high priest of the War Temple closed his eyes, his gray beard blowing in the wind, and the sword and shield flag belonging to the God of War above his head buzzed.

The remaining spiritual light above flickers like a candle in the wind.

Snapped!

The rope binding the sword and shield flag suddenly snapped.

The aura shattered.

The candle went out.

The battle flag danced with the wind, blew high into the sky, and then slowly fell down.

It fell on the High Priest of the Temple of War.

"grown ups!"

Several knights guarding the high priest of the War Temple knelt down and shouted choked with sobs.

Such a call was abrupt and obvious on the battlefield that had just gained a glimmer of peace.

Everyone looked here.

The knights put their hands on their chests and bowed in salute.

The soldiers bowed their heads silently and recited the eulogy silently.

The protected civilians choked up in low voices.

Unlike the knights, soldiers, priests, and deacons who went to the battlefield, they did not suffer the slightest harm. The makeshift defense line seemed to be broken in a single charge, but it protected them as impregnably as gold.

All this is under the command of the old man.

Standing on the roof of the only carriage that was not incorporated into the temporary defenses, a sword and shield flag was erected, guarding them like a real shield.

The High Priest of the Temple of War is like this.

The same is true of the High Priest of the Temple of Valor.

That was the closest they came to danger. A group of monsters broke out from the underground and opened their bloody mouths full of fangs towards them.

The high priest of the Temple of Bravery rushed over without hesitation, knocked back the monster, and the young child who was about to be swallowed by the monster was snatched back from the monster's mouth abruptly by the high priest.

Yong, go forward.

Wu, kill the enemy and protect the people.

With his final cry, he stood at the forefront of this line of defense.

His eyes widened with anger, and there were layers of wounds under the tattered armor on his body.

He was already out of breath.

But he didn't fall.

Just like the 'brave' and 'martial arts' he believes in.

Relying on one person, he killed hundreds of sudden monsters, and his... faith was not stained.

Even though his face was dirty and stained with soil watered with blood.

Woo, woo!

"The monster is coming!"

A short horn sound and clear words informed people that another battle had begun.

"God!"

"Save us!"

A young child cried softly, and even if her mother covered her mouth tightly, she could not cover up the sound.

Then, the mother saw her father, who had been staying with her, walking outside.

"Father."

the mother shouted.

"Stay alive."

The elderly father and grandfather can no longer hold a sword, let alone wield a spear, but he... still has a body.

Looking at the monster rushing towards him, he shouted loudly——

"come!"

"Eat me!"

Eat me!

Fill your stomach with my body.

Use my body in exchange for your full belly.

Use my body in exchange for their hope.

puff!

Bloody light collapsed.

His body was bitten off by the monster, and the two parts fell to the ground. The monster immediately lowered its head to eat, and more monsters rushed over to share the food.

The monster that had been robbed of its food immediately opened its mouth and scolded the rest of the monsters.

But it's of no use at all.

The instinct of hunger makes them very fond of such fresh, hot flesh and blood.

A little fight started.

This relieved some of the pressure on the knights and soldiers.

More old people stood up, and they bid farewell to their families with their eyes. Just like their sons and son-in-laws, they resolutely stepped onto the battlefield.

Death brings life, and...

hope!

"Ahhhhh!"

A young soldier yelled.

He saw his father.

His father saw him too.

He waved his hand.

The next moment, he was overwhelmed by monsters.

The soldier stared, the corners of his eyes cracked, and blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes, mixed with tears, and there was a stinging sensation, but he couldn't move, he couldn't leave the team he was in.

Because, one of him is missing.

The team's phalanx will lose one corner.

That way... more people will die!

No more people can die!

enough!

That's enough!

The young soldier turned his head, gritted his teeth, and mustered all his strength to carry the shield, enduring the monster's impact again and again.

…

"Oh, humble bug."

On the hillside in the distance, the gorgeously dressed man clearly saw this scene, and he couldn't help but let out a contemptuous laugh.

He said to the orderly beside him without looking back.

"Go and reply to the adults."

"Harvest, forgiveness, war, and the Temple of Valor are all destroyed."