But the expected final battle did not happen.
One of them walked in front of the female warrior and pressed down on the hilt of her sword.
"Stand back." His voice was not loud, but it was clear and powerful. Alicia noticed that he was one of the members of the team that was still in an orderly formation. He was wearing the Commander's badge on his arm. "The God's Punishment Army is coming."
She turned her head and saw a team of tall warriors coming out from the north gate. They were wearing bright armor, which reflected the silver luster of the rain. They had red cloaks on their backs and different weapons in their hands. Some were holding shields and swords, and some were holding sickles or iron axes. After crossing the suspension bridge, they did not regroup, but spread out and directly faced the incoming demonic beasts.
What kind of strategy is this? It's simply nonsense! In the face of the hybrid demonic beasts that are far stronger and faster than human beings, only by maintaining the formation and gathering everyone's strength can they win. Looking at their current posture, does it mean that they want to fight alone? Moreover, let the God's Punishment Army fight alone, while I just watch from the sidelines?
"We have to support them!"
"No," the man shook his head, his face somewhat gloomy. "We just need to watch. If we rush forward, we will only drag them down."
Drag them down? Alicia angrily stared at the man. Could it be that she was wrong, that this man was just a coward? She clenched the hilt of her sword, ready to bypass him and join the battle. Although she was full of confusion about the future of the New Holy City, at this moment in the face of the enemy, the only thing she could do was to die on the battlefield.
Before she could take two steps, the female warrior saw an unbelievable scene.
A flying mutant swooped down from the sky. Its appearance was as terrible as the messenger of hell. It had huge wings covered with gray feathers, and when fully spread, it could reach up to twelve feet. Its head was like a bird, but it had a pair of goat's horns. Its claws were sharp enough to cut into a warrior's chest armor.
Falling vertically from a high altitude was their usual attack method, which was hidden and extremely difficult to defend.Even if you held a heavy shield with both hands, you would still be knocked down. The huge impact force would shatter the arm bones of the shield holder, and the chest cavity would be flattened. It was almost a death situation. The only way to deal with this was to roll away when the Mutant was about to hit the ground. That was the only way to avoid this dangerous attack.
But the God's Punishment Army did not dodge. A silver-armored warrior took a stance to face the enemy. The moment the mutant rushed in front of him, he stretched out his hands and used his palms to block the opponent's claws. The impact force was so strong that it made a sound like the explosion of a snow barrel. A cloud of mist rose from him and the monster, and the armor squeaked.
He bent his right leg and straightened his left leg. His body was stretched into a straight line, and the xenogeneic was unable to crush him at the moment. The other warrior aimed at the flying mutant and threw a javelin. The speed of the javelin was so fast that all Alicia could see was a flash of silver light. The javelin accurately pierced through the monster's head, smashing it into pieces.
The silver-armored warrior tossed the still-twitching corpse to the ground. His arm was bent unnaturally. It was clear that he had not escaped unscathed from the attack. The bones in his arm had been broken. But he calmly pulled out the axe from his waist and started to kill the other demonic beasts.
Alicia couldn't believe her eyes. Hundreds of God's Punishment Army warriors rushed into the swarm of demonic beasts. Their red cloaks were like a torrent of blood, forcibly blocking the enemy's advance. She now understood what the commander meant by "drag". These warriors had the ability to fight ten enemies at once. Their strength, agility, and reflexes were comparable to demonic hybrids — no, they were even stronger. Ordinary demonic beasts were powerless in front of them.
"That's amazing!" Alicia felt a heartfelt joy. With this group of brave and powerful warriors, the fall of Hermes Cathedral would be impossible. "Ah, by the way, I haven't asked for your name. My name is Alicia Quinn, Captain of the Army of Judges. You seem to have long known the fighting ability of the God's Punishment Army? "
The man glanced at her, his eyes as cold as ice rain. He didn't tell her his name, but said in a low voice, "My brother is a member of the God's Punishment Army."
*****
"It looks like we won," Bishop Mayne said while holding a telescope on the top floor of the cathedral. This was the highest point of the New Holy City. Using the telescope tools of the Fjords sea merchants, they could overlook most of the battlefield."Stop the catapults, the God's Punishment Army is about to attack the city."
"Isn't victory expected?" Another person said. He was wearing the same golden bishop robe as Mayne, but his voice was much older, "The key is that the armies of the Four Kingdoms are finished."
"Yes, in this way, their border defense line is useless," the last person said. She was the youngest of the three, about 30 years old, and the only woman among the three Archbishops. "More than 5,000 well-equipped and well-trained regular soldiers and nearly 1,000 Knight. Even if they were immediately replenished, it would take four to five years. Hmm … "She let out a groan and smacked her lips," It's really a wonderful plan. "
"But in order to achieve this goal, we have also lost a lot of Judges, they are the backbone of the Church," Mayne sighed, "If it wasn't for this plan being the fastest to achieve results, I really don't want to throw them into this purgatory."
The old man stroked his beard and said, "We have no other choice, the Wasteland Beasts have appeared, just like what is written in the Holy Book, we don't have much time left. If we can't unify the whole continent and concentrate our strength, we will only be greeted with destruction. "
"Destruction is actually not bad," the woman said with a frivolous smile, "Humans are greedy, vicious, and mercenary. Under the banner of righteousness, they do more terrible things than the demonic beasts. Maybe even the devils in hell are much kinder than us."
"Heather!" The old man was so angry that his beard trembled, "Your remarks are simply outrageous, do you want to violate the will of God!"
"You don't need to worry about this, Lord Tayfun," Heather shrugged, her face full of disapproval, "The person in charge of the arbitration tribunal is me, not you. Besides, did God ask us to survive? How do you know that he doesn't care more about the devils? "
"You …!"
"Enough! Tayfun, Heather! " Mayne said in a displeased tone, "That's it for today, I will report the situation to the Pope, you can go and complete your own tasks."
…
After the two left, Mayne stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the north – behind the Impassable Mountain Range was the Land of Eternal Winter covered with ice and snow, and further west was the Barbarian Land. That was the beginning of everything.
He knew that what Bishop Tayfun said was right, Scourge was too rare, they needed to be loyal to the Church, and at the same time have a strong willpower to carry out the transformation. After nearly a hundred years of accumulation, the Church had accumulated less than a thousand people.If they wanted to fight against the demons, their numbers were far from enough.
But the whole north could only provide so many God's Punishment Army, if they wanted more warriors, they had no choice but to unify the whole continent.
Of course, what Bishop Heather said was equally correct, she served as the Church's arbitrator, and had judged tens of thousands of villains and witches. Whether it was those villains or witches, the most ferocious of them all couldn't compare to today's deliberately staged Pyrrhic victory.
The higher one's position in the Church, the more clearly they could feel that God was neither good nor evil, nor good or evil.
[How do you know that he doesn't care more about the devils?] Thinking of Heather's words, Mayne couldn't help but laugh, perhaps only she could make Tayfun speechless. He thought, but God neither protects the world, nor cares for the devils.