The silver-haired Roderick stood in front of the altar, a beam of light shining right on him through the multicolored window, and he was immersed in the light as if he were a holy messenger, and several church deacons stood nervously behind him, watching the Inquisition tremble.

"Why is there a Inquisitor here?" A church deacon pinched the corner of his robe and said to the person next to him in horror.

"How do I know if there is a wizard or a witch?"

"No, I heard it was to hunt down the cleanist heresy."

"But we are the most orthodox Holy City here, and there are no puritist heretics at all."

"Shhh

The silver-haired Roderick turned around, and the group of church deacons quickly closed their mouths, and they stood respectfully in front of the silver-haired Roderick with their heads down, and the church was so quiet that only the sound of pigeons flapping their wings on the roof could be heard.

"Where's the bishop?" The silver-haired Roderick asked the deacons, he had heard all the speculations and arguments of these people, but he had long been accustomed to them.

"Your Excellency Bishop will be here soon." The deacon hurriedly replied to the silver-haired Roderick.

At this time, the bishop hurriedly said goodbye to the duke's banquet, and his heart was in great panic, and he did not understand why the Inquisitor was here, and all kinds of speculations made him extremely stressed.

"Oh~~." The bishop trotted with the deacon to the door of the church, but the long absence of exercise, as well as obesity and stress, made him vomit against the wall.

"Are you alright, Lord Bishop?" The deacon hurried over to help him.

"Leave me alone, quick, let me go to the Inquisition." The bishop wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and he gasped, bringing out an unpleasant smell of wine and bad breath.

The silver-haired Roderick looked at the fat deacons with a flattering smile, and he did not react at all in the face of the other party's enthusiasm and flattery, and he smelled the smell of weakness in his heart from the sweat that broke out of the other party's forehead.

Bruce jumped off his horse, and he glanced at the manor, looking like if he hadn't arrived with the cavalry, he might have breached it.

"Oh, Lord Baron." Ignas took off his helmet, and he came to Bruce excitedly, and Bruce's rescue at this time was as valuable as the nectar of a long drought.

"Lord Ignath." Bruce nodded, and he took off his helmet in respect.

At the same time as the two nobles met, the cavalry led by Ken on the battlefield was seizing the dominance, some Amar mercenaries were disintegrating, and Nasser and Haradin decided to retreat to preserve their strength.

"Prepare to retreat." Nasser said to Haradin.

"Understood, I'll have the horn sounded." Haradin pressed the scimitar at his waist, and he was about to find the herald and blow the horn of retreat, but at this moment the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Lord Zach came to Nasser and Haradin with his men.

"What are you doing, you are losing the war." Zach wore a red shawl on his shoulder, and on his shoulder was a polished copper nail, and a snake-headed sword was stuck diagonally at his waist, representing the Zack family's flag fluttering in the hands of bald soldiers.

"Lord, we are no longer able to win the war, and I hope you will allow us to retreat." Haradin raised his face and said to Zack.

"Retreat, who allowed you to retreat, don't forget that you are fighting for me, without my orders, you must not retreat, you must fight to the point of a soldier." Zach stared at Nasser and Haradin viciously, the whip in his hand waving as if he was about to pull it off at any moment.

"But now that the enemy has reinforcements, shouldn't we redeploy and fight again? At this time, there is no doubt in the head-to-head confrontation. Undeterred, Haradin stepped forward and said to Lord Zach.

"Nope." But Lord Zach categorically refused, he repeatedly urged Nasser and Haradin to attack, Nasser and Haradin looked at each other, and both of them had helplessness in their eyes, and the two could only return to the battlefield.

"We should lead the warriors out of here." Haradin whispered to Nasser.

"No, we haven't paid the commission yet, wouldn't those warriors die in vain." Nasser shook his head.

Some people think why Nasser didn't lead the mercenaries to slaughter Zack and take his property, but if Nasser and Haradin really did this, I'm afraid they would become street rats on this continent, once they changed from mercenaries to robbers, all the lords would refuse to allow the mercenaries to be stationed on their land, and become the target of pursuit, not to mention that Haradin would not agree to this kind of thing at all.

"Lord, I'm afraid these Amar people won't be victorious." The bald soldier looked up and said to Lord Zack.

"Go and get their catapults." Zach tilted his face to the bald soldier.

"Yes." The bald soldier took a look at the chaotic battlefield, but fortunately, when Stukov and the others rushed out, Haradin had already sent someone to pull the catapult back to his side.

"Woo~~." Under the repeated urging of Lord Zack, Nasser and Haradin had no choice but to blow the horn of attack, and the Amar mercenaries were very surprised when the horn sounded, and the battle situation was swinging in the direction of losing at this time, but Nasser actually sounded the horn of attack, which was really abnormal.

"God is great~~." Just as the Amar mercenaries hesitated, they saw Nasser and Haradin wearing pointed iron helmets, iron armor, and scimitars in their hands, and Haradin also held a banner in his hand, which was the meniscus banner representing the Amar people.

"Oh, it's Lord Nasser, and Lord Haradin." The Amar mercenaries looked at the two of them, and they immediately cheered, Nasser's blood was noble, and Haradin had always existed as a commander, and when they appeared on the battlefield, it was an honor for the warriors to fight side by side.

"I thought you wouldn't go to the front to fight?" Nasser said to Haradin as he made his way to the battlefield.

"This is already a critical moment, and one more combat power is necessary." Haradin smiled wryly, he had always objected to commanders going into battle at will.

"God is great~~." As Nasser and Haradin arrived on the battlefield, the Amar mercenaries chanted religious slogans, their morale suddenly rising, and Ken, who was leading the noble cavalry to attack, couldn't help but frown.

"These abominable infidels." Ken couldn't help cursing, he looked at the war horse under his crotch, the horse's mane was dripping with sweat, the war horse neighed and sprayed rough air, and under the back and forth charge, the war horse carrying the fully armed knight was already exhausted.

"Ken, they're here again." A noble cavalryman lifted his helmet and rode up to Ken and shouted to him.

"Fellow friends, dear friends, let us charge again." Ken kicked his legs, his ass off the saddle, turned his head and shouted behind him, through his voice, the noble cavalry gathered, Ken prepared to use another wedge formation, hoping to break the Amar mercenaries with one last blow.

"For glory~~." The noble cavalry also shouted loudly, but the voices became hoarse and tired.

Both sides are like gamblers with red eyes, both of them pile up their last chips, hoping that the other party can retreat from the difficulties, but they are both holding back their strength and preparing to go all out and fight with all their might.

"Whew, whew." Ken held the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sweat in his palm made him can't help but open and hold it, his eyes were fixed on the Amar mercenary team opposite, this group of Amar mouths kept shouting the great slogan of the true god, their eyes had become extremely crazy, raising the scimitar in their hands, like a human shield wall.

"Attack~~~." Nasser stood in the middle of his warriors, and with a wave of his scimitar, the crowd began to move towards Ken and the noble cavalry.

"Lord God, may your divine power bless us." Knowing that this was going to be a battle to the death, Ken raised the sword in his hand, bowed his head and kissed the cold blade of his sword, and prayed in a low voice.

"Charge~~~." Nasser and Haradin shouted loudly and charged with their legs outstretched, and the Amar mercenaries shouted in unison, rushing towards Ken and the others like waves.

"For the glory ~~~." Ken took the reins of his horse with his hand, raised his sword aloft, and shouted at the noble cavalry behind him, and the horses neighed.