At this time, the atmosphere in the domed cathedral was extremely heavy, almost desperate.

You can see the scenery outside the castle even from here.

Rather, it was in this closest place to Tyre, from this temple that was lifted up by thousands of steps, spiraling like bull's horns, that they could see the number of their enemies more clearly.

It was noon and the sun was shining.

The blackened army standing outside the city reflected the icy sheen of metal in the scorching sun. Their armor shimmered with the aura of sorcery. Heavy armor that has been cut by enchantment sorcery and provides the ability to change temperature is enough to give them infantry-level mobility, and the hammer and axe in their hands indicate their identity.

This is the berserker of Bansa.

Banza blood is not suitable for inaugural berserkers - the real ones are the Suze people who walk in knee-high snow and ice all year round, and the naturally sturdy and agile mountain people.

However, as a mainstream class, Berserker is undoubtedly the main force among the main forces in the armies of all countries.

If it is an army made up of other classes, the casualties will reach a third and it will begin to rout. If allies are present with wizarding regiments and field priests, this number can be buffered to one-half or even two-thirds. But if it's a legion of berserkers, there's no way to drag them off the battlefield in any way until they've lifted their berserker.

A group of soldiers who are not afraid of death will always make the commander happy. If this group of death-defying soldiers can play a greater role while being easy to train, then there is no class better to enter the field than Berserkers. At least they can guarantee that they will never be defeated, and will not turn back and break up the formations of the other friendly forces.

But the Bansa people think differently than Suzer and Fararuo.

Because the Bansa people always consider themselves to be the noblest race in the world. They possess a singular centripetal force. This centripetal force allows them not to allow "cannon fodder" or similar concepts to appear on paper.

Every Bansa is a warrior. Every Bansa soldier is a hero.

Thus, the father of Bansa's previous king, who is now Queen Bansa, was swept with a pen. Decide to arm a group of the world's strongest berserkers.

At that time, Bansa had just stolen some incomplete witchcraft inheritance from the White Tower. All they got was most of the inheritance of the enchantment system and part of the inheritance of the combat system, and the rest were not at all. But even so. It's also totally enough for Bansa.

The technicians of the military factory were trained by the wizard Wang Li and urgently learned the inscription method of simple enchantment witchcraft. Each of them had learned only one sorcery, and they didn't know how to use any sorcery other than the one they had mastered, but a group of people who could get together and enchant armor with simple sorcery such as lightness, sturdiness, insulation, breathability, or temperature change, as well as weapons with properties such as sharp edges and cuts.

As a result, Bansar had the most luxuriously equipped army in the world. These are only black iron rank berserkers equipped with this level of equipment, and after becoming berserk, it is easy to even defeat five enemies within the same rank.

Standing opposite these mad dogs was a group of mercenaries dressed in gold-trimmed leather armor and armed with various weapons.

And behind the mercenaries. It was a large group of Ash Men in dark red robes, whispering strange chants.

Gahalad stood in the void, looking down at the men with a nervous expression, muttering something softly.

Then he flew straight to the top of the temple and landed silently behind Roland, who was kneeling in front of the dim Tyre Icon and whispering a prayer or something.

"In reply to your words, Your Majesty. There are about fifty thousand of them," said Gahalad, frowning, "all of them above the Black Iron Steps...... The strong man who has reached the silver rank has at least three digits. ”

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a heart, his heart would probably have begun to pound nervously by this time.

There is no room for him not to be nervous.

50,000 men were sent from the other side to encircle Frankfurt - and in fact. Frankfurt is less than 50,000 people combined.

Moreover, the priest of Tyre has almost completely lost the ability to perform divine magic, so it can be said that it is completely useless. It's no different from waste.

But Roland didn't panic at all.

He didn't look back, just asked softly, "That is." That's their workhorse, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Now all of the mercenaries of the God of Contracts and most of Bansa's main infantry regiment are concentrated here - if they work together, they can even bulldoze the entire Karar directly. ”

Gahalad sighed. With some hesitation, he proposed, "Your Majesty Roland...... In an encirclement and suppression of this scale, it is also an honor to be able to successfully escape. ”

"Oh? Is that what you think? ”

"That's right. Your Majesty. If you open the Underworld Barrier, I can temporarily recall my body. If it's all in full swing. I can probably take you to break up a thousand-level warband. ”

Gaharadi said calmly, "I'm just a heroic spirit after all. Even if you return to the realm of the Mentor, you can be summoned back again......"

"Who do you think I am, Gahalad?"

Roland's voice did not fluctuate: "Forced resurrection to the world without the permission of the scepter? Who gave you the right? Aren't you afraid that the angel of death will be thrown into the furnace of doom? ”

"But ......"

Gahalad was momentarily speechless.

Only then did he realize that the silver-haired boy kneeling before the icon with his back to him was himself the chosen person of the Eternal Sleeping Teacher.

Anyone can break the law of life and death, but he will not. Because he is the law of the Guru itself.

"-But if you don't, maybe you'll die!"

Jahalad shouted hoarsely and fell to his knees without hesitation. The metal armor at his knees made a screeching sound on the ground: "Please give me the grace to bathe in the world of the living again, even for an hour—"

"Not really. Without authority in my hands, I have no right to give you extrajudicial favors. ”

Roland closed his eyes and replied flatly.

"Your Majesty......!"

"Alright, Gahalad."

Probably a little unbearable, Roland sighed softly: "Open your eyes and see, who am I kneeling down." ”

Isn't that Tyre? Who else could it be?

Gahallad paused and looked at the golden figure with a sword in hand......

- Not true!

Gahalad's pupils contracted instantly.

Although the back is still Tyre and the figure is not different, the posture of the icon on the front has changed.

Originally, the icon of Tyr raised the cross sword slightly with one hand and pointed forward. But now, the sword has become a cross that is one size smaller. The posture of the icon is also changed to a prayer posture, with both hands holding the long handle of the cross at the same time.

What's more, the face of the icon turned into Roland's face at some point!

"So, let me ask you again...... Who do you think I am, Gahalad? ”

Roland's voice was indifferent, and he turned his head slightly to stare at Gahalad.

Only then did Gahalad notice that Roland's emerald green pupils were densely filled with silver-gray runes. Just looking directly at the rune made Gahalad's heart tremble.

"Where do you think the pastors' charisma has gone? Who do you think they are believing in right now? ”

Roland's voice echoed with overlapping echoes, becoming more and more ethereal: "Why do you think the power of their magic didn't drop immediately after the fall of Tyre?" ”

"Gahalad, I want to be here and show you miracles." (To be continued.) )