When the portal appeared in the main hall of the Pure Church, for a moment, the priests did not even see anyone come out of the shimmering silver portal.

"Your Excellency?"

The archbishop's personal priest, Casbanna, looked at the portal suspiciously, he knew very well that such a huge and gorgeous teleportation array of faith power was only possessed by the archbishop, but he had not seen the archbishop walk out of the portal for a long time.

"Tick-"

Eventually, drops of black blood slowly oozed out of the door and fell onto the smooth, flat floor, making it look particularly eye-catching.

As an attendant to Archbishop Benedictas for nearly twenty years, Casbanna finally began to panic, he had never seen such filthy blood flowing out of a portal again.

"Evil—demon's blood!"

These black bloods, like strong acids, have begun to corrode and melt the dripping part of the ground, emitting a foul smell, emitting thick smoke, slowly and completely corroding the ground.

If this blood is not purified, it will eventually burn through the surface, and the power is terrifying, which is the horror of the demon race.

"Goddess above, Bishop, are you alright?"

Concerned about it, Carsbanna leaned out and tried to enter the portal by himself to see what kind of demon the archbishop he trusted and loved was hurt, or hurt each other so that the blood flowed directly out of the portal.

When his head poked into the dark blue vortex of the portal, he was greeted not by the archbishop he imagined to be in a bitter battle, but by the archbishop who was seriously wounded and narrowly defeated, even if it was the archbishop who had unfortunately died.

A huge and hideous claw grabbed his head fiercely, as if tearing at a rotten and withered branch, and easily tore the head off with a leaky sound of "hiss-".

With a reflexive tremor of pain, the headless body of the young priest Casbanna fell limply and fell out of the portal.

"Click-click-"

With the harsh sound of chewing and teeth piercing and biting hard bones, slowly, the thick and huge arm, the demonic giant arm full of terrifying bone spurs, slowly poked out of the portal.

After a few fumbling sessions, his large hand grabbed Casterner's corpse on the ground, which had stopped twitching, and then dragged it into the portal in an instant.

Soon, the tooth-aching sound, mixed with the terrifying sound of biting muscles and veins, came from the azure portal, but this time it seemed that the presence in the door was deliberately attentive, and not a single drop of blood flowed out again.

After a long time.

Benedictas's robe was new, his beard was gray, and he calmly walked out of the portal, turned his head and waved his hand, closing the passage casually, and looking indifferently at the ground burned by demon blood.

"Damn Sigismund, what a nose."

Although the part pierced by the black sword had been restored by devouring the flesh of the priest who had devoured him, the pain was really impressive.

Rubbing his wounded heart as if in phantom pain, Benedictas looked at where the portal had vanished.

Thinking for a while, he suddenly shouted loudly.

"Someone! Demon Invasion!"

The next day, a proclamation, stamped with the archbishop's own seal, was posted on every bulletin board of the Pure Church.

"The master assassin under the demon prince Birac infiltrated the archbishop's house to assassinate him, but Archbishop Benedictas was immersed in communicating with the goddess and did not find out, but fortunately, the saint of the Church, the priest of the guard, Rodriguez Castena, used his body as a shield and died with the demonic assassin, and his soul was scattered."

"I, Bishop Andronie Benedictas, hereby posthumously confer upon Pastor Castena the title of [martyr], and hereby declare."

How ironic it would be for a young life to die under one conspiracy after another in such an unknown way, if he still had a soul.

The so-called demons are the highest clergy themselves, and the so-called noble saints who are martyred are nothing but poor people who have died at the hands of their most trusted superiors.

Of course, no "person" knows about it anymore.

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When the sun cast its shortest shadow again, the Sigmar Empire's expeditionary force had been assembled.

Riding his tall horse, Emperor St. Giles stood outside the Imperial capital of Aldolphe, inspecting his procession one last time before setting out for the expedition.

Fabius Spair rode his own warhorse [Sakonunir], which means "good runner" in the ancient imperial language, and followed the emperor's warhorse.

Field Marshal Sigismund sat firmly on his large, exaggerated and majestic chariot [Fortress of Arrogance], lowered his high-brimmed hat that was one size larger, and held the black sword indifferently and did not react.

The Fortress of Arrogance, Sigismund's car, the most powerful Seiko black powder chariot in the Empire, with more than a dozen cannons spread across the body covered in iron armor more than three meters high.

Sharp blades were cast and fixed directly to the iron armor, covering the entire massive hull, and on the outside of the tires, four densely structured flamethrowers were ready to scorch the fragile body that had just been run over by the tracked tires.

In every battle Sigismund has been in, all the fragile enemies, not even the ocean, can no longer stop the steel monster, not even the tires of the doomed agent.

And the big ones who can bear it are even more miserable, whether it is the insidious and cunning vampire count who incarnates thousands of people, or the orc chieftain who is as strong as a monster like a giant, will die under the black sword of Sigismund after stopping the chariot, without exception for seventy years.

Behind the two leaders, there were boundless, crowded troops, the heavy armored corps and the heavy armored cavalry regiment were like a whole piece of iron, wearing dark armor, quietly, standing still next to each other, obviously tens of thousands of people would not make a sound at all.

The archers had already changed their equipment at this time, and the explosive arrows made using the principle of black powder weapons, the highly poisonous arrows quenched with the poison of the Imperial Red Viper, the rockets soaked in pine oil, and the armor-piercing heavy arrows with the entire body of the arrows wrapped in iron.

The pull provided by the compound longbow allowed these well-trained archers to even match the range of muskets, making them the unrivaled backbone of the Imperial army.

The only thing that doesn't feel so pleasant is the mage troops, who are arguably the most intelligent representatives of the entire legion, but they are indeed the largest group of problem children in the entire Sigma Empire.

A large group of mages, without uniform clothing, did not stand in accordance with the arranged phalanx, some stood in the sky, some sat on the stone pillars on the side.

Some old mages chattered endlessly, and some young mages were jealous with red faces.

Even the mage legion commander was covered by these strange hands under his own hands, and he didn't know if he should tear his face with this group of bastards in front of the emperor.