But of course, the people of the Thorn Squad don't have to be separated.

The young team's team was much smaller than it was before the losses of the Orichant, Shaved Blade, and Hummingbird, but the quality of the team was not low at all, and the group that had known each other for a while had cultivated a tacit understanding of tactical coordination in the many adventures over this time.

So the candidates for the elite squad were quickly determined. Urs, Thea, Groeldon, Jay, Stonefist, and Koto, the original crew of the Young Squad, plus the old Knight Brian, Captain Eddie, and the halfling thief leader of the Shaved Blade Adventure Regiment, Sawa Shortboots.

The flaw is still in the mage...... If Carlos were still alive, the head of the mages of the Orichal Bronze might be able to fill the void of magical power with a new team that they had put together on an improvised basis.

There were a few young mage members in the Shaving Blade Adventure Party, but they were all too young, and instead of bringing them and arranging for them to throw a few magic missiles in the face of the demonic monsters they might encounter, it would be better for them to stay in the Devotional Square, with the refugees and the clergy who stayed behind with them.

Not to mention the problem with spell slots...... The time it took for the Eye of the Abyss to open was so good that Urs believed that it must have been intentional by the people behind the scenes, otherwise who would have thought that an inexplicable calamity would befall the casters without warning before they fell asleep?

Mages do not keep vigil. Similarly, a priest is not suitable for a vigil, because even if some of the necessary prayers are omitted, the priest's divine position needs to be restored through eight hours of sleep. Without a magic position, a combat priest like Rundell, who is good at several levels of warrior class, can still slash the chain shackles, and a pure professional priest can basically only stare at it like a mage who also does not have a magic position.

While most of Castaño's priests do have some skills in the use of improvised weapons, even in heavy armor, they are not warriors after all, and they don't need to be.

The caster's position and characteristics are ultimately about casting, whether the spell you're casting is a sorcerer, a god, or some particular spell-like ability.

The chief priests of the church in the temple area of Twilight City, regardless of the difference between beliefs, most of them are middle-level priests, and they can perform some 4-ring priest magic at most, and a few people can cast one or two 5-ring magic every day, according to the evaluation of game data, it is probably a total level of 17~19, and a very small number of people are happy enough to reach level 20, but they can't break through the threshold of career advancement because of the limitation of talent.

This kind of helplessness often happens to mages, whose intelligence determines to a certain extent how far they can go on the path of magic, and priests who may not be able to communicate further with their gods due to their lack of perception.

In order to save the number of spells cast by the priests, and to leave a considerable amount of combat power for the refuge in the Devotional Square, Brian, an old knight with considerable prestige in the clergy circles of Twilight, did not choose to take them with him.

As for the search area for the new Vault, there was no need for the people involved in this operation to travel too far, but instead used the Pious Square as a starting point for estimating the distance of the trip, looking for a relatively open space in the rest of the temple area, or a church that was relatively well preserved in the intermittent meteor shower.

Several churches in the vicinity of the square looked somewhat dilapidated and even crumbling under the dim and scarlet night, with large holes in the dome of the buildings left by the devil when they fell to the ground, and piles of broken bricks and fallen stone pillars.

If the gods who dwell on the other-dimensional plane saw this devastation, I wonder how they would feel.

Be furious? Calm? Or does it not matter at all?

It's all possible. However, even if they are furious, the Lord of the Gods, Vaughans, has written the laws of the world of the main material plane on the fate tablet that binds the gods as early as the beginning of the creation of the world, this pure land belonging to mortals prohibits the invasion of the godhead, and the ritual of canonization of mortals must be carried out in the multiverse of the different planes, and the strife of the gods cannot spread here, and the greatest intervention that the gods can do in the main material plane is to carefully select their electors in various parts of the continent.

Except for some kind of evil god that the Doomsday Holy Cult believes in......

The conversation is back to the present. The few churches in a dilapidated state near the Pious Square were naturally not suitable for new shelters, after all, it would be difficult for anyone to rest when they hid inside a building that could collapse at any time, let alone in case another fire meteor wrapped in demons fell from the sky.

The scene of the evil demons smashing a bunch of people to death in the holy church before they even started killing is ironic just thinking about it.

So the crowd went on. Everyone walked over the brick pavement under their feet, kept a basic alert, and observed the surroundings of the street.

Soon after, a well-preserved church unexpectedly came into view. Sawyer Boots and Grohledon were the team's twin scouts, one at the head and the other at the end of the group, and at this moment, the halfling thief of the Shaving Regiment turned back to give everyone a gesture, and then walked quickly over to probe the door of the church.

Half a minute later—

"This is Wall's church, folks, and it's dedicated to the god of war." The halfling rubbed his hands together and looked up at a marble statue standing in front of the church, then turned to look back at the crowd and came to his conclusion.

The statue was molded in the form of a man, wearing an armored vest that covered the upper body, and the muscles outlined the muscles of the arms full of strength and relaxation, the main hand holding a huge hooked sickle axe, and the deputy hand grasping the chain reins attached to the two winged lions, and the burly body stood like a straight sword on a chariot with two wheels and rolling thunder.

This is a statue of the god of war.

Wall is an absolutely neutral deity who presides over the priesthood of war, but strictly requires his followers to carefully plan their thoughts before starting a formal war, whether the nature of the war is good or evil, whether it is a war for the maintenance of an orderly government, or a war for freedom with a chaotic theme - otherwise, in Wall's view, a battle without a clear meaning is just pure violence and killing, which is not only contrary to his teachings, but even counts as a blasphemy against him.

The elite squad followed. Eddie, the captain of the guards, saw the statue standing in front of the church, held his halberd in his right hand, and clenched his left hand into a fist on his chest and placed it on the heart of his chest, saluting the god he believed in.

Sawyer Boots stood at the front of the procession, holding a dagger with his right hand half-raised his thumb and lightly pressed the end of the handle, his delicate eyes returning to the open front door of the church.

The brightness at night was less than ideal, and the flames and the blood-colored eyes of the Abyss Eye did not shine into the enclosed room.

The halfling narrowed his eyes into two thin slits, leaned his neck forward, tried to look at it for a long time, and then focused his attention on the hearing in both ears, and suddenly raised his left hand to signal the people behind him: "Wait, everyone! Don't rush in yet—"