Heart-rending wolf howls resounded throughout the Valley of Blood, pounced on the Church Knights like a lonely boat.

Maybe it was expected, maybe it wasn't, and Naze, the knight of the Church who had followed the clues all the way, stared at the werewolves who were roaring at them, and there was no fear or solemnity on his face, only an irrepressible fanaticism.

The light infantry of the Church formed two thin lines on the outermost periphery, and the archers with their bows stood in the first row, their halberds in the snow beside them, ready to raise their halberds and charge, and behind them were the robes of the shields.

The six Church Knights who followed stood behind the line, their hands raising their long swords that shimmered with silver brilliance, and the flames of battle intent continued to pour out from the pupils behind the blades.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Naze, the low-voiced and angry knight of the Church, strode forward, the Mithril greatsword in his hand stuck in the snow in front of him, and looked around behind him and raised his right fist: "To the Holy Cross......

Prove your faith——!!"

"For the ——!!!! of the Holy Cross"

The team of only more than 100 people burst out with a fearless roar, and even took a step forward tacitly!

The roaring werewolf was like a tide, but Naze, who was staring at the blade of the sword in his hand, suddenly remembered the day he had made a "shield of defense" to the Holy Cross a long time ago.

The knights of the Church who make this vow must forever stop in the north of the empire, always serve as the guard of the fortress of Broken Mountain and must not go south, must also disown their families and all in the past, cannot have offspring, cannot inherit and pass on titles, and fight to the last moment as knights of the Holy Cross, shedding the last drop of blood.

And the knight who keeps this oath will be given the power to perform "miracles" - he will be invincible in battle by reciting the prestige of the Holy Cross, and even the most terrible force can hardly inflict deadly damage, and the more blood is shed, the more courageous he will become!

Like the oath he made, he will be a strong shield in defense of the faith.

The clergy preached with the scriptures, and the knights defended the faith with oaths, and the Holy Cross was able to make the power of the Holy Cross unshakable throughout the Sakrand Empire.

Naze remembered his youngest son, who had become a wizard and studied at the royal academy in the imperial capital of Golovin.

He still remembers the regretful and mocking look in his youngest son, Dane, on the day he made his vow, believing that his ignorant and superstitious father had completely abandoned the family and would rather hide in the north than accept the "truth" discovered by the wizards' insight into the world.

If that's the case, so be it.

It is the mission of the Holy Cross and his own father to let the children do what they want to do, and to protect the empire from harm, and they only need to follow their dreams, never need to know what terrible the devils, evil gods, and monsters really are.

Because they will never need to, and will never face, all this - this is their faith, their mission!

"I praise you from the bottom of my heart, O Holy Cross, and give me the power of punishment to ...... your enemies."

Chief Knight Chief Naze drew his great sword from the snow, and his eyes shone with a feverish light:

"Divine Judgment ——!!!!!"

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As soon as the first werewolf who rushed up jumped up, he was instantly split in two by the oncoming greatsword, and scattered pieces of flesh and blood splattered on the body of the church knight Naze, making the chief knight roar like a ghost!

The blade swept across, and the mournful roar of the torn air even overshadowed the cold winter wind, drenching the very center of the front with a blood-red color.

More werewolves attacked, roaring and rushing from all sides to the thin line of the Church army, like a white blizzard.

"For the ——!!!! of the Holy Cross"

In the frenzied shouts, the werewolves who rushed to the front were shot one after another, wailing and falling in the blood-soaked snow;

But they only had time to shoot their first arrow, and the next second the crossbowmen threw away their warbows, drew their halberds stuck in the snow and roared and charged. The ramming of blades and the roar of monsters mingled together, blooming with delicate and bright red flowers;

The shield-raising soldiers in the back line immediately caught up, using their thin skinned round shields to block the second round of attacks, and the roaring werewolves tore at the line again and again.

Men were lying in pools of blood, and people were rushing to replace the fallen soldiers, and fearless fanatics chanted the name of the Holy Cross and fought to the death as if they were at home.

From the beginning, this was not a battle to delay time, and they even let the front line be torn apart again and again, and then regrouped later, brandishing the blood-stained black halberd in their hands as if they were at home!

"Holy Cross, please give me the strength to fight your enemies——!!!!"

The six church knights in the back row drew their swords one after another, and rushed out of the infantry line without hesitation, without any fancy swordsmanship, no so-called delicate steps, and the heavily armored ones were like swords in their hands, mercilessly and resolutely stabbing at the enemy in front of them!

Slash, stab, swing...... That's all there is to the swordplay of battlefield fighting, but no matter how many werewolves roar and roar to attack, they remain still, wielding their swords infused with Mithril and tearing apart the flesh of the monsters as mercilessly as if slicing through butter.

The strength of their bodies, which had grown from mutations, had become their most fatal weakness in the face of Mithril's power - as with the common adjective, it was no more difficult for the Church Knights to tear their fur than it was to cut butter.

But no matter how powerful the knights of the Church were, how brave the soldiers of the Holy Cross were, and how tenacious the power of the faith...... The truth is still grim.

There were only a hundred of them, and the enemy was more than four times the number of ice werewolves, and no matter how stubbornly they struggled to be destroyed, it was only a matter of time.

"Poof——!

The great sword slashed and tore apart the werewolves who rushed up head-on, and the knight of the church, Naze, stepped suddenly, and the horizontal blade of the sword swung behind him, and the monster that was almost half a step away from biting his neck was instantly cut in half!

The roaring upper body with its bloody mouth open soared directly into the air, and fell into a puddle of rotten flesh emitting heat on the cold ground.

In just one turn, a light infantry who followed closely behind him was cut off by the monster just now, mixed with a wailing cry, and threw the halberd in his hand with his last breath.

It didn't hit, but was torn to shreds by the claw of another werewolf who pounced on him.

Naze frowned tightly, he knew that his soldiers could no longer hold on.

It was all his own decision, and he decided to go north first without waiting for orders from His Highness Brandon, because he believed that His Highness was not qualified to command the search party.

Even if he is a descendant of the De Salion family, even if he has an invincible dragon - Brandon de Salion is still just a foolish child, not a soldier who can protect the north of the empire, let alone a qualified commander!

Honor and duty led them to choose the most adventurous way, Nazer and his warriors were not afraid of sacrifice, death was the end of their oath, but the most important thing was to bring back the last information.

The last time the search party was not at the watchtower, but in the Valley of Bloodbones, where they were standing and was attacked and wiped out, the whole incident was a decoy, their purpose was to destroy the watchtower so that the fortress could no longer monitor the north!

You must rush out, even if only a handful of people can break through, and then send the information to His Highness Brandon for His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connad to know, otherwise the Broken Mountain Fortress will not be able to prepare to resist this invasion!

At that moment, a sudden rallying horn resounded throughout the hillside, and Naze, who looked up sharply, immediately saw the Iron Crown banner pouring out from the horizon.

His Highness Brandon, he really caught up?!