Ga!

In the ominous cry, the black bird landed on the half-wheel, and it turned its neck, its round black eyes, staring warily around.

Then, give a sharp peck.

A piece of flesh hanging from the wheels, the black bird took it in its mouth and swallowed it.

Sou!

A stray arrow grazed its wheels and stuck in the dirt, and the black bird immediately flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its black eyes looking down on the battle on the ground.

The black monster roared.

The knights wielded their swords.

The soldiers used spears, bows and arrows as cover.

You come and go.

Sharp teeth, sharp blades, sparks splattered, blood flew sideways.

When the monster falls to the ground, it turns into dirt that exudes a strong smell of the sea, and humans fall to the ground and become corpses.

The corpses had hideous faces.

The eyes are unwilling.

Implicit anticipation.

Can......

The ending cannot be changed.

To die, to die is to die.

Blood stained the white priestly robes.

The bloodless face still maintains the last smile.

It is also like the doctrine of the Temple of Forgiveness.

Comfort to the world.

Forget yourself.

The High Priest of the Temple of Harvest, who had only one arm left, raised his remaining left hand to sort out the remains of the High Priest of the Temple of Forgiveness.

He had to do it.

The other party died to save him.

"Retreat!"

"Those monsters have been beaten back!"

Such a voice rang out.

Not the first time it has sounded.

The initial joy and euphoria were gone, and all that was left was to seize the time to rest, and the High Priest of the Temple of War, who was in full command of the battle, asked in a hoarse and low voice, "Did the messenger rush out?" ”

"Get out, sir."

The knights of the Temple of War bowed and saluted.

"That's good!"

"That's good!"

"Hope is better than nothing."

The High Priest of the Temple of War turned his head to look at the layers of defense made of carriages and corpses.

His gaze leaped over the line of defense, looking at the old men, the women, the children who were praying in low voices.

His lips opened slightly, trying to say something, but in the end all he could do was an apologetic whisper.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to get you out of danger."

"I'm sorry."

The voice grew deeper and deeper.

Becomes inaudible.

His body shook slightly, leaning against the flagpole of the battle flag behind him.

He was a little tired.

Need to take a break.

Just a moment.

The High Priest of the Temple of War closed his eyes, his gray beard swayed in the wind, and the sword and shield banner belonging to the God of War hunted on his head.

The remnants of the aura flickered like candles in the wind.

Syllable!

The rope that binds the Sword and Shield Banner suddenly breaks.

The aura shattered.

The candle flame went out.

The battle flag danced in the wind, blowing high into the sky, and then, slowly, fell.

fell on the High Priest of the Temple of War.

"Your Excellency!"

Several knights guarding the High Priest of the Temple of War knelt on their knees, choking and shouting.

Such a cry is abrupt and obvious on the battlefield where a glimmer of peace has just been obtained.

All eyes were on it.

The knights put their hands on their chests and bowed.

The soldiers bowed their heads in silence and recited the eulogy.

The protected civilians choked in low voices.

Unlike the knights, soldiers, priests, and deacons who went to battle, they were not harmed in the slightest, and the improvised line of defense seemed to break through at a moment's notice, but it was impregnable to protect them.

It was all the old man's command.

Standing on the roof of the only carriage that had not been incorporated into the temporary fortifications, the sword and shield banner was raised, guarding them like a real shield.

The High Priest of the Temple of War was like this.

The same is true of the high priest of the Temple of Valian.

It was the closest they had ever been to danger, and a group of monsters had burst through from the ground, opening their fang-covered jaws at them.

The high priest of the Yongwu Temple rushed over without hesitation, and the young boy who was beaten back by the monster and was almost swallowed by the monster was snatched back from the monster's mouth by the high priest.

Brave, go forward.

Martial arts, kill the enemy and protect the people.

With his last cry, he stood at the forefront of this line of defense.

His eyes widened with rage, and there were layers of wounds under the tattered armor on his body.

He was long since he was not breathing.

But he didn't fall.

Just like the 'bravery' and 'martial arts' he believes in.

Relying on one person and killing hundreds of sudden monsters, he ...... The faith is not defiled.

Even though, his face was filthy and stained with blood-soaked dirt.

Woo, woo!

"The monster is coming!"

The short sound of the trumpet, the sound of clear words, informed the people that another battle had begun.

"Oh God!"

"Help us!"

A young child wept in a low voice, and even her mother could not hide her voice even when she covered her mouth firmly.

Then, the mother saw her father, who had been with her, walking out.

"Father."

The mother shouted.

"Live."

His elderly father and grandfather could no longer hold a sword, let alone wield a spear, but he ...... And the body.

Looking at the oncoming monster, he shouted-

"Come on!"

"Eat me!"

Eat me!

Fill your stomach with my body.

Trade my body for your fullness.

Trade my body for their hope.

Burst!

Bloodshot appeared.

His body was bitten off by the monster, and two parts of his body fell to the ground, and the monster immediately lowered its head to eat, and more monsters rushed over to eat it.

The monster that was robbed of the food immediately opened its mouth and scolded the rest of the monsters.

But it's not useful at all.

The instinct of hunger makes them extremely fond of such fresh, hot flesh.

A small battle began.

This, for the knights, soldiers to share some of the pressure.

More old people stood up, and they said goodbye to their families with their eyes, just like their sons and sons-in-law, and they absolutely went to the battlefield.

Death brings life, and ......

Wish!

"Ahhhh

A young soldier shouted.

He saw his father.

His father also saw him.

waved his hand.

The next moment, overwhelmed by monsters.

The soldier's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes cracked, blood running down the corners of his eyes, mixed with tears, tingling sensations, but he couldn't move, he couldn't leave the squad he was in.

Because, he's one less.

This squad will have one less corner of the phalanx.

That'...... More people will die!

No more people could die!

Enough is enough!

Enough is enough!

The young soldier turned his head, gritted his teeth, and plucked up all his strength to carry his shield, bearing the monster's blow after blow.

……

"Oh, lowly bug."

On the hillside in the distance, a gorgeously dressed man saw this scene clearly, and he couldn't help but let out a contemptuous laugh.

Without looking back, he said to the herald beside him.

"Go and reply to your lordship."

"The harvest, the forgiveness, the war, the temple of valor, the destruction of the temple."