Glacial wasteland, valley of blood.

The battle begins in the lowlands under a gentle slope.

Under the lead-gray dim sky, the tide of rotting corpses almost piled up corpses, "flowing" through the dragon flames spewed by the crimson dragon Grum, and stubbornly climbed along the hillside to the high ground like an ant colony.

The crowded formation, the frantic speed, as if nothing could stand in their way—the rocks hit them, the "compatriots" stepped on, the flames and traps stepped on...... With a shuddering "shattering" sound and an ice-cracking scream, they rushed straight towards the positions of the defenders of the Valley of Blood.

It's chilling.

To be sure, most warriors—or rather, those who have fought the rotting demons—know that these monsters aren't really that powerful, and that the more numerous they are, the less worth mentioning;

When there are only a few thousand of them, they can often maintain discipline and fight the enemy decently, but once thousands of them are gathered, they are really not much stronger than puppet clay sculptures, at most they can only pounce and bite like wild dogs.

Yes, their scary thing has never been their "combat power", but their "quantity".

As long as the apostles of the evil gods who awakened them are not dead, they are still alive and are absolutely "unlimited" - not to mention ten for one, even if it is a hundred for one, it is completely fine.

As long as enough Void Power can be condensed, as long as the "Evil God Apostles" who are manipulating behind all this are still alive, they can endlessly awaken these "dolls" controlled by the power of the Void, and then ...... the enemy

Drown alive!

"Are you ready?"

In the Horn Castle Floating City, the alchemist Harinvan Ashamai looked at the nervous little wizard and frowned slightly

"Ain, I know the power of this weapon, but I also know how taxing it can be on a wizard - you could just take aim and leave the rest to the others......"

"It's okay!"

Despite the unnatural expression, the little wizard barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "This 'Bright Light Sword' is only a sample of Isaac's design, and it can't exert its true power without using it himself." ”

"Trust me, Haring's Teacher!"

Harlein's expression moved slightly, but then he smiled as if he thought of something, "Okay, we'll cooperate with you, but if you can't hold on or insist on opening the valve, I'll be the first to stand up and stop you." ”

"Understood!"

The excited little wizard's cheeks flushed, and his eyes close to the scope turned his gaze to the "dense" battlefield.

The alchemists who were standing on both sides of the debugging retreated to the surroundings under the command of Haringfan, raised their wands and prepared to start setting up a magic array, directing the almost endless circulation of void power in the floating city to the Mithril core of the "Bright Light Sword".

"The launcher is activated, and the magic array is charged with the 'Bright Light Sword'——!"

"The anti-pressure magic array is activated, ready to activate the high-level spell, 'Perseverance as ice'——!"

"Turn on the emergency device and enter the final countdown, five, four, three......"

On the battlefield of the Valley of Blood, everyone only had time to notice a flash of white light and squinted their eyes instantly, as if it was dawn.

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"Everyone, ask yourselves really if you really believe that there is such a truth, a voice... Guiding us?"

Thousands of miles away, in the Red Blood Castle, in front of the steps of Byrne Cathedral, Webb, a lone priest, faced thousands of worshippers who listened intently to him and prayed for the dukes and knights on their way to Broken Mountains......

For some reason, he suddenly decided to change the "prayer" he had already thought of

"Yes, I don't hide it from you—I have questioned myself thousands of times if I really understand the idea of the Holy Cross, and if I really believe that there is such a divine thought that leads all people?"

For if that were true, then we would not have any happiness in this world, and we should spend our lives in misery and self-condemnation, because we were born sinful and were born in need of atonement, and only those who atone for sins can ascend to the kingdom of heaven. ”

"Really?"

Weber's expression was more serious than ever, making the expressions of the believers present equally serious.

"Could it be that all the good things in this world - family, friendship, love... but vanity, pain, shackles, coldness, darkness... Is it the truth, the only way for us to ascend to heaven?"

"Do we have to admit that we are vulgar, that our relatives and friends and even ourselves are only fragile, greedy and ignorant ants, and that we are despicable to be qualified! Saved?"

"If so... That's too cruel. Webb smiled bitterly, "The cruelty, the prayer, the piety, the faith... What's the point?"

"Can the Holy Cross hear, can we hear the cries of ants, can we hear the lions... Do you really care what the deer thinks?"

"I don't think so, I think... For thirteen generations, the Holy Cross Church in the imperial capital has been propagating all that is just a lie that people are willing to believe - yes, everyone is willing to believe that, because of lies... It's always better than reality. ”

"If you donate your wealth, you can atone for your sins, if you don't want to believe it, if you don't want to believe it, if you discard it, if you drink the blessed wine, you will be blessed—if I want to describe it, what the Church of the Holy Cross has done for thirteen generations is not so much pandering to the doctrine as it is responding to those who believe it. ”

"I know what they think, because I've experienced it myself, because I know that we're just such low, vulnerable, greedy, ignorant ants... We are not worth saving at all. ”

With a wry smile, Webb shook his head, "How do we... How can we expect anyone to come and save us?! Is it not yet clear from the doctrine of the Holy Cross and that holy mind, and do we still have to deceive ourselves into believing this absurd and ridiculous lie, believing that one day the Holy Cross will come down from heaven and save the world?!"

"If there is such a day, I promise you that it will never be the day of salvation, it will only be the end of the day!"

"We have to understand that the true savior... It is always us who see the world clearly, no longer wait for the help of others, take the initiative to stand up and save ourselves... to be saved. ”

"Pain, shackles, coldness, darkness...... If you run away from all this, then you don't deserve to be saved, and if you are willing to take the initiative to face it bravely, then you don't need to be saved. ”

"For you are saved. ”

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"Boom ——————!!!!"

The light flashed, the glaciers on both sides of the Valley of Bloodbones shattered, and the roaring avalanche rolled up a thousand white waves, accompanied by a deafening loud sound, and completed the "convergence" with the torrent of monster armies.

Almost instantly, large swaths of rotting corpses were swallowed up directly by the snow - a raging avalanche poured down from high to low, turning everything that could be seen "white".

The color of the snow.

The entire army of monsters was shattered in an instant, and even the parts that were not affected by the avalanche on both sides were divided into the shape of pieces - like a smashed platter.

Of course, this is not the main thing, the main thing is that the terrain of the entire Valley of Bloodbones has been changed through this avalanche - the central part has become a "hard-hit area" of snow, almost completely buried, and it is impossible to even think about climbing it, and the slopes on both sides have been much smoother because of the snow avalanche.

While this level of calm was relative, it was great news for the defenders of Bones Vale - for first, they only had to hold the narrow hillsides on either side.

Secondly, such a gentle slope can completely allow the cavalry to pass.

"Are you all set?!"

On the hillside, standing at the front of the queue, Lusen held the "Dragon Knight's Spear" in his hand and shouted loudly at the Byrne knights and witchers with hot eyes and full of fighting intent.

Although this is a "copy" of Loren Turin's attack on Byrne Cathedral when he was in the Red Blood Castle.

"Yes——!!!!"

A uniform cry echoed in the sky of the Valley of Blood.

"Do you want to escape?!"

"No ——!!!!"

It's still tacit and unabashed.

"Then follow me and charge with me——!"

Before the words fell, the gray-eyed young man who raised his short sword high was the first to gallop towards the bottom of the hill, "Long live Loren Turin——!

"Long live Loren Turin————!!!!"

Amid the shouts of shaking the earth, the Byrne Knights launched a neat "wall charge" and rushed towards the army of monsters that were already scattered and scattered at the foot of the hillside.

The rotting demons who were still gathering immediately noticed the movement on this side, and soon hundreds of thousands began to gather towards the hillsides on both sides, screaming like ice cracking and rushing towards the charging Byrne knights.

The two sides who are also crazy are just undisguised and undisguised, crashing into each other.

"Boom ——!!!!"

With a terrifying loud noise, Lusen, who was the first to rush down the hill, was already deeply surrounded by the rotting corpses, and the short sword in both hands was raised like a falcon's wings.

Densely packed, dozens of rotting corpse demon body fragments flew around him—like water droplets falling into a waveless plane.

This pause for a moment was broken in the next, and the hundreds of cavalry who followed him rushed into the array of rotting demons with him, charging forward without stopping, "cleaving the waves" in the army of thousands of monsters!

Hundreds of horses' hooves mercilessly trampled on the rotting demons who had been knocked to the ground, wielding the bladed spears in their hands to maintain a tight formation, rushing in a deeper direction.

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"Loren Turin... Our Duke, my friend, I have seen the splendor of faith in him more than once, and I have seen the Holy Cross with his hand perform miracles that cannot be done by man. ”

A look of mixed feelings appeared on the face of the little priest Weber, "But... It is well known how passionate our Lord Duke is about faith. ”

"He was not often present in the church, he rarely prayed, he did not contribute any money to the church, and he never declared to others that his success and everything he received came from the blessing of the Holy Cross. ”

"So the Church of the Holy Cross in the imperial capital said... How can such a person be saved?"

Webber stepped forward slowly, looking at the puzzled eyes unswervingly, "So I'm going to tell you, to tell you, the devout members of the Holy Cross, to tell you a fact......"

"That's the only way... to be saved. ”

Byrne Cathedral has never been more dead and silent.

"Only when we no longer expect miracles to occur in times of crisis, and we can complete our mission in a down-to-earth manner. Only the ugly, the lowly, the weak, and the helpless can be saved. ”

The little priest said in a deep voice, "It's not God who saves people... To God, everything in the world is the same, He will never be too fond of one thing, He will only give us a fair and equal chance!"

"Our Duke, Emperor... There are also a lot of warriors, who are in the Broken Boundary Mountain, in Ebolden... On all the battlefields where you are at war with the enemy, save yourself... Save us. ”

"I hereby appeal to all of you, to all the devout believers of the Holy Cross – to keep your calm and faith, to unite and stand up courageously in the face of this test that is bound to be difficult;"

"War and test are never limited to the battlefield and the edge of life and death; every effort we make, every time we overcome ourselves, and every challenge we challenge ourselves, we are all part of this test. ”

"We must accept this test, even if it is not as we want it to be—because of pain, for bondage, for coldness, for darkness... It is the truth, and it is the only way for us to ascend to the kingdom of heaven. ”

"Status, wealth, enjoyment... All are illusory, because we are all equal before the Holy Cross, and no one is more noble than the other, and if there is a doctrine that explains the status of man, it must be apocrypha. ”

"That's why we should embrace suffering, accept challenges, strive to live and face death without fear—untested faith is worthless!"

"Let us pray, let us do everything we can to support their cause—if you are a farmer, work hard, if you are a craftsman, work with sweat, if you are a merchant, trade fairly!"

"If so, under the gaze of the Holy Cross, we will be saved!"

"We... You will be able to save yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd in front of Byrne Cathedral burst into a carnival of shouts, weeping, shouting, dancing, blushing, collars wet with snot and tears, and expressions sincere and confused.

Their eyes widened as if they had heard the gospel from heaven.

Thousands of miles away, in the Valley of Blood, Lusen, who was galloping wildly, also widened his eyes, staring at the figure that rose from the army of monsters, resembling a dragon.

Or rather... A "dragon" with only bones.

It's coming at him!

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