Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "The Most Pious Warriors of the Supreme God......"

Under the huge bronze statue of the Founding Emperor of the Empire, his gaze swept over the three thousand Templars who had all gathered together for the first time since the start of the war, the corners of Aioris's eyes were slightly sour, and he took a hard breath as he continued in a high voice

"At the call of His Holiness the Pope, the followers of the Most High God are gathering from all corners of the Empire, and the army from His Royal Highness Leo, Duchy of Pande, has been marching here day and night...... But the imperial capital, the city we live on has reached the moment of life and death, you should all see with your own eyes, even the gray-haired old man, the ignorant young man has joined the battle, as a warrior of the gods, you tell me, is this a war that belongs to those civilians? ”

"No!!"

A neat roar came from the Knights Templar, who had endured almost to the limit for months, and in order to save this assault force from being meaninglessly consumed on the walls, Saru had not used them even in the most difficult stages

"Yes, neither the guidance of the Most High nor the honor of our oath to knighthood can make us sit idly by, and now...... I will give you a chance, just a chance for you to wash away the humiliation of the past and regain the pride of being a knight! ”

After a pause, Aioris forced to suppress his emotions and gritted his teeth and shouted

"But this time is different from all previous wars, and I am afraid that no one who will attack us, including me, will be able to face an enemy who outnumbers us in numbers or strength...... Can't come back! So this mission, as the Grand Master of the Templar Order, I order that anyone who does not want to participate will not bring a stain on their reputation, and now, those who quit take a step back! ”

Deathly silence, three thousand people stood there as quietly as three thousand statues, and no one moved their footsteps, and perhaps the sacrifice was like a feast for these knights......

Seeing this, Eoris drew his sword vigorously and pointed it at the sky

"I'm so proud of you, warriors! In the name of the Most High God, let's kill those filthy bastards! ”

"Ho~"

The heavy curtains in the quiet prayer room of the church were tightly closed, and in the darkness there was only a faint emaciated figure and the candle flame in front of him that slowly fluttered with his breathing......

"Aeoris...... That kid made the choice in the end, didn't he? Hehe...... In the end, his personality was not so much like me, but like his mother......"

Raising his head, Pope Nathaniel's originally smooth face was covered with aging wrinkles at some point, like a real old man who was dying of old age, and even his well-maintained hair had turned snow-white

The person who came was a cardinal, and he looked at the frail old man in front of him with some sadness, and hesitated for a long time before he whispered

"I'm sorry that even Lord Saru has not been able to redeem Lord Aeoris's determination, I ...... I think the church will surely go down in history in the future because of his actions, and even the great Most High God will be sincerely proud......"

Groping the table the Pope stood up tremblingly, but in the dim he opened the wooden box in front of him with great skill, because of the age, the cyan lid of the box has been a little blackened, and gently took out a dull necklace from it, and the old man's tears finally did not hold back his eyes

"My friend, you still won't comfort anyone, you don't know how an old man feels when he is about to lose the most precious thing in his life, I don't care about honor, I don't even care if the gods are pleasing or not, if possible I would rather give everything I have for my child to be safe and sound......"

With a wave of his hand, the cardinal who reported the situation left, and the room fell into darkness again, and only the trembling prayer of the old man sounded faintly in the flickering candle flame

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Completely different from the previous high-spirited expeditions, everyone in the Knights Templar who rode slowly to the city gate seemed extremely silent, and a faint evil aura constantly surrounded them, gloomy and resolute, this was a terrible team with the intent to die

Some of the dilapidated roads were only densely sounded with the sound of horses' hooves, and slowly, some civilians who knew the situation spontaneously gathered on both sides of the street, they were plainly dressed, because many of them were still wearing vegetables because of the long siege of the city, and there was no cheering of the past, men, women, children, and old people all looked at the slowly passing knights with an indescribably complex gaze

Finally, I don't know who took the lead, and the sobs that were desperately suppressed began to sound in the crowd, and everyone looked at all the knights desperately, as if to keep this moment in their minds forever

The short journey came to an end, and the horse stopped at the bottom of the city walls, his eyes sweeping over the soldiers who were tearfully carrying the debris that had blocked the gates, and Eoris raised his head and Saru's eyes met in midair

The Grand Master of the Templars smiled as he lifted his mask, then nodded heavily at the other, perhaps all the reluctance and determination contained in this brief and silent exchange

Without speaking, Saru and the Knights of Glory and the soldiers behind him all straightened up, their right hands pounding heavily on their chests, and they said goodbye to the warriors in a soldier's manner......

Lowering his head, the smile on Aioris's face was instantly replaced by slaughter, and looking at the heavy city gate that was slowly rising upward, the Grand Master of the Templars pulled down the face and roared wildly with all the strength of his body

"In the name of the Temple!"

"Kill!"

The Knights roared in unison, a huge wave piercing through the ancient walls and clouds, making the sunlight in the sky seem a little daunting and dim

The enemy who were frantically attacking the city was momentarily stunned by this sudden roar, but soon they discovered with ecstasy that for some unknown reason the gate that had left them helpless was slowly rising, and this discovery also caused them to subconsciously swarm towards the gate......

However, they were greeted not by the opportunity to break the city, but by the knights who had fallen into a frenzy with their spears, and the eternal darkness of death......

The sharp spear pierced at least a few enemies before it could escape, and even the warhorse at the feet of Eoris, a sensitive animal that seemed to have a premonition of the final end, seemed to be extremely crazy, crashing, trampling, and even tearing everything in front of him......

"Kill!"

Roaring again, Eoris knew that they must not stay in front of the city gate for too long, otherwise it would not only fail to have an effect but also put the city in greater danger, throwing down the broken cavalry spear, he drew the long sword given by the Pope himself, like a fluttering butterfly, the swift and beautiful but extremely deadly sword skills bloomed again

Behind him, countless Templars rushed out without hesitation, and under this almost violent onslaught, the thousands of enemies who rushed here without organization but only by consciousness were slaughtered almost in a single moment

At the same time, after the last knight rushed out, the heavy gates fell again behind everyone's backs with deep sadness and reluctance, and the three thousand and one people were now completely alone, and in front of them were hundreds of thousands of enemies and those mighty demons......