By the time Sigmar Marshal Fabius Bair arrived at Aldolf, it was all over.

Tens of thousands of people died in this unexplained attack, about 60,000 souls returned to the heavenly realm, and the remaining 40,000 citizens went from a quiet and peaceful life under the lord to a poor and homeless a hundred years ago.

The nezumi were defeated, temporarily, but the damage they had done as brutes and the blood they shed to repel them had been too much.

Lord Muller was completely unconscious, the remaining bits of his arm had been treated by the citizens of the profession of physicians and the priests of the Praetorian Guard, and his eyes had been disinfected and bandaged, and his breathing was so subtle that it seemed that the absence of breath would change in an instant.

Marshal Fabius stepped down from his tall warhorse, and every step of the tall and majestic man seemed to have a divine light, and the crowd couldn't help but automatically make way for him.

It was a strong man who looked to be only about forty years old, Marshal Fabius Spair. The burnt yellow eyebrows and beard are like well-groomed and perfect works of art, and the eyes are full of majesty, looking like a real hero, a hero as people usually understand it.

"You're doing a good job, Warrior."

When he spoke, it seemed that the air was shining with the afterglow of holy light, and the entire battlefield was piled up with mountains of nezumi corpses that had begun to emit some smells, but under the influence of this wonder, the entire ruins and ruins seemed sacred.

At this time, people seemed to see a pair of gorgeous wings spread behind the man, and the whole environment became quiet and solemn. People with a modicum of faith slowly fell to their knees and prayed to the gods in their hearts.

Crimson flames burned in his eye sockets, and a pair of golden wings of holy light behind him had almost materialized. Fabius looked like the legendary celestial messenger [Seraph] at this time.

As the man got closer and closer to Lord Muller, the priests who cared for him were surprised to find that the vital signs of the old man, who had been hanging by a thread, were gradually stabilizing. The life energy, which was already almost incomprehensible, began to become abundant little by little.

"Death can't leave me, my warrior."

At this time, the marshal had completely entered the psychology of the Seraph, and he just looked at Lord Müller, who was unconscious and had just stopped his painful convulsions. His words are power, and that is the prerogative of the gods.

"Rest now, and soon, you can continue to fight for me."

In the horrified gaze of the priests as if they had seen a monster, Lord Muller's tattered body began to heal little by little, and every hideous wound, the fatal wound that refused to stop bleeding, began to scab over and gradually recovered.

"Next—" Fabius didn't look back, he already respected this mortal enough, he had more important things to do.

"Everyone! Please come here!"

The adjutant of the marshal's large army shouted, gathering all the refugees under the protection of the legion, because he knew very well that the marshal would not need any of them in battle.

Generalissimo, Imperial Commander - Fabius Bair, from the day he was promoted to this position, his front-line troops were always himself, and the rest of the soldiers, no matter how many, were only his logistical support, used to do those little things that he could not take care of.

"—Since these filthy rats still dare to invade, then I really have to tell their master."

With a snap of it, a holy sword shining with the light of heaven seemed to be drawn from the void and grabbed by Fabius's large arm-worn hand, and then, the entire holy sword began to burn with a blazing fire of judgment, as if vowing to judge the world.

An ornate high-topped winged helmet seemed to emerge from the man's head, gradually covering Fabius's angry face.

And then—

"Heavenly Judgment!!"

With an earth-shattering roar, the holy sword was plunged directly into the ground where Fabius stood.

"Click——!"

With a crisp sound and the screams of fear from the people, the ground rose just now, where the legion had just evacuated to protect the citizens.

A blazing light directly lifted the "roof" of the nezumi hideout!

A large piece of earth and stone was lifted high, and then, the holy sword swung fiercely!

The powerful light of the light transformed from the invisible-shaped mist that held the earth and stone into a myriad of sharp blades.

The entire earth, which was as huge as half a city, countless blades of holy light turned into the most terrifying killing weapons.

At the place where it was lifted, it was precisely the underground cave of the rat-man [Grey Prophet] clan, at this time, countless rats, slave rats and albino rat guards were almost indistinguishable, panicked, and began to fall on all fours like ordinary rats when exposed to the light, frantically escaping, trying to burrow deeper into the ground, but it was too late.

The lifted earthworks and sharp blades constituted the most terrifying pegboard, weighing a thousand tons, and unstoppable.

"Stupid rodents! Reduced to ashes!"

It wasn't enough for the terrifying weapon that was unleashed in the air, a warhammer phantom composed entirely of holy light shrouded Fabius's holy sword, exuding an unrivaled divine aura.

"Tom——!"

"In the name of God, the Hammer Judgment!"

With a muffled sound, the phantom of the warhammer struck directly above the earth with the incomparably lofty and majestic roar of Fabius Spair, who had already become angelic.

Like the hammers of the gods, the earth and blades of the earth and blades screamed in the air with a terrifying screech, and slammed straight into the ground that had covered it for millions of years—and the rats that fled beneath it.

What kind of sound is that, imagine countless rodents whose fragile bones are pierced and then crushed, and the vocal organs are completely crushed before they can even scream at the end.

Many of the citizens who had just experienced a catastrophe fainted at the terrible sound, and to a lesser extent, some were vomiting, and even the battle-hardened warriors were a little blue-faced.

This is no longer a divine counterattack, everyone thinks so, but they don't have the courage to say it directly.

The terrible weight smashed through the nezumen's layered burrows, smashing a huge pit far deeper than before in the entire ground.

After a long time, when it was finally over, not to mention any rats, the terrible pit was like a black hole, and even the light could not shine on the bottom of it.

"Offend my empire, take this as a lesson, God will punish the world, and the holy sword will be unsheathed."

It seemed to be a poem and a declaration, as Marshal Fabius's body gradually trembled, his huge wings slowly dissipated, and soon, he had become the ordinary, only somewhat majestic man he had been.

This is one of the reasons why Fabius Byer, the small human empire of the Sigmar Empire, has the largest territory on the entire continent.