Chapter 608 Broken-Winged Bird (VI)

A large number of gilded coffins containing the "holy army" were transported to the front line and landed on the soft black soil.

The coffins will maintain the state of the holy army at the moment of transformation. This special force with a lifespan of only three months will enter a countdown the moment it leaves the coffin.

Three months of lifespan sounds short.

But for some high-intensity battlefields where the average soldier's lifespan is only one week, the spellcasting and flying capabilities brought by the sanctified troops can be said to have an immediate effect on the improvement of the quality of the troops.

Comprehensively improve the troops at the cost of lifespan and rare materials.

For the first time, the Redemption Army and the front-line troops can walk out of the trenches and have a full meal outside.

Everyone knows that the main force of the Church is about to launch a large-scale attack, because they have finally received sufficient supplies and there is no trace of the enemy on the front line.

The portal is transporting construction materials to the areas controlled by the Church, allowing them to build landing sites in areas closer to the sky island to prepare for the landing operation.

They are very optimistic that the war will end soon.

Because everything is moving in a better direction.

This feeling of victory also spread to the conscripted redemption army. They hoped to get out of this uncomfortable battlefield as soon as possible. It was much better to have enough food every day than to eat face masks and mushrooms in the trenches.

At least they filled their stomachs with "normal" food for the first time.

The priests instilled faith in God in the redemption army in this high-pressure battlefield environment. People in high-pressure environments always want to find a faith to sustenance their panic.

The gears and pointers went around.

Some big guys in boxes were sent to the front line. They were heavy mechas that they reversed based on the magic mechas captured from the Ring Island Alliance.

They didn't seek to understand it, swallowed it whole, and followed the map.

After investing a lot of human resources, the Church also got its own mechas. The technical parts that were not fully understood were made by the magic craftsmen with more expensive materials to make up for the technical defects.

They really like this kind of heavy machinery that can be used to show their power and continue the rule of the Church... But before that, they must first kill the "residents" of the God-given world who originally possessed this technology.

They control the vast world and have no shortage of craftsmen. As long as they can kill the target with the amount of materials and win the battle, they have never lost.

The large number of portals built and opened naturally even have the spare capacity to deliver "luxury goods" to the middle and upper-level priests, and build towers and churches with white stones near the portals, and then set up gilded statues to announce the arrival of the Church.

The connected portals are like bridges, completely connecting the two worlds.

The priests from the Central World are still toasting in the magnificent church rebuilt near the portals. The magnificent hall is the best place for the dance.

"Come, let's toast to the success of Priest Levins!"

A priest stood up and raised his cup.

"Well, today is the happiest day!"

Levins straightened his collar and toasted to celebrate.

Whether it was vanity or pride, he had completely seized power during this period and received a letter of appointment from the Privy Council.

Others thought he was a flower stand from the ivory tower, and he used his excellent ability to show his political ability to his opponents.

The most difficult internal struggle was over, and the next step was to concentrate on defeating the "natural disaster".

This would be the easiest part of the whole process.

The natural disaster was just a target of the Holy See, and when they didn't need it, the target should be consumed.

"Let us wish Commander Levins, our new cardinal, a hundred victories!"

Solta stood up, and the former commander clinked glasses with Levins, and there was no hypocrisy under his sincere expression.

"Well..."

Levins nodded, very pleased, and turned around to scan everyone in the auditorium.

"I wish Commander Levins a hundred victories!"

Other priests also shook their robes and raised their glasses.

"A hundred victories, what a good word."

Ivere shook the wine glass, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's like a broken house. As long as they kick it... the enemy will collapse like a broken house."

"What?" Ivere looked at her assistant.

This time she didn't bring her knights, and the lords under the Vanguard Army also refused to come to be scolded.

"A joke circulated among the lords." Susie stared at the priests who were celebrating not far away: "Since the last negotiation, a lot of such jokes have been circulating in the knights. They are very unhappy..."

This group of people are not only strong in combat, but also good at making up stories about others.

Political jokes are the treasures of human civilization.

Some of these satirical jokes have also spread to the camp of the Holy See and were used as congratulatory sentences by them.

"They said, if you don't kick it... how do you know whether dozens of big men will rush out of the broken house to beat you up, or hundreds of kilograms of explosives will be buried to send you to the sky."

I can't beat you, can't I make up some jokes to scold you?

"Tsk..."

Ivere almost laughed and couldn't hold the cup in her hand steadily.

She also had no idea of ​​the situation inside this "broken house". The enemy's secret forces were no worse than those of the Holy See in terms of quality and quantity. Sending people in was just another name for suicide.

The lords will not really die, and even if they die, they can bring back intelligence.

The enemy is as quiet as a silent curtain.

No attack, no action, only the silent silence coming from behind the wall.

The reconnaissance troops sent into the enemy's last line of defense, just like landing on a sky island, there is no echo, and the sound-absorbing wall swallowed up the elite reconnaissance troops of the Church.

Units such as the elves' shadow assassins and the ratmen's assassin masters are active in the shadow area in large numbers, hunting the reconnaissance troops close to the defense line.

The new commander should also know this, but he still issued an attack order.

The date of action has arrived.

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