The Holy See, which can be said to be the southern side of the entire San Cassis Continent, no, can even be said to be the number one hegemonic force in the entire continent.

With hundreds of millions of believers, 360,000 armed forces, more than 600 minor parishes, 23 vassal states, four dioceses, and eight fighting spirits of the Holy Light Protectors, we can see what kind of behemoth this religious organization is.

This collective transcends race, transcends nations, and is larger than any political or military organization.

Except for the infidels who are not afraid of death, no one dares to defy the Holy Father or question the Holy See in public in the civilized world, because if anyone dares to do so, then without the presence of the Holy See, countless believers will send this person to be burned alive at the stake, along with his family and relatives and friends, even in remote mountain villages, there are devout believers of the Holy Father.

It's like an unanswered proposition that Allen once pondered in Outpost: so many believers, is it respect or fear for the faith in their hearts?

Three thousand years ago, the Holy See unified the Terrans, overthrew the reign of the Bimon Orcs, and drove them north of the wasteland.

A thousand years ago, the Holy See unified the territory on the south side of the continent of San Cassis, and south of the Great Wasteland, there was no race other than the Terran living in this land, and the Terran was the dominant family under the leadership of the Holy See.

Five hundred years ago, the Holy See began to send major heretic crusade legions to the north, hoping to wipe out the Bimon orcs.

It's a pity that the harsh terrain of the Great Wasteland, as well as the fierce barbarians and the fierce beasts who have not yet completely settled in the Beast Forest, have made it difficult for the coalition formed by the Holy See to move an inch on the wasteland.

300,000 mighty barbarians, thousands of medium-sized and large beasts.

They are simply San Cassis's version of the living Lei Feng.

Lei Feng doesn't care if you beat Beamon or go there for sightseeing, anyway, they won't let you go from the Great Wilderness, what do you like.

The Holy See was not frightened from a young age, and directly beat the 300,000 barbarians into less than 80,000, and the medium and large fierce beasts also killed a few thousand, and the rest ran into the fierce beast forest.

However, the Holy See also suffered heavy losses, and had no choice but to retreat.

Maybe it's because the barbarians are so upset that until now, the Holy See has never called on any other vassal to conquer Beamon, unless the barbarians in the wasteland are completely dead.

With the advent of the era of peace, the Terrans have developed everything related to military affairs to the extreme, and the use of the five systems of magic elements and the use of fighting spirit have changed dramatically since then.

It is precisely because of this that in the eyes of the Holy See and the human race, the Bimon orcs are backward, ignorant, poor and barren, and the recent generations of great popes no longer regard the Bimon orcs as the greatest threat and enemy.

However, far north of the Great Wilderness, the Beamon Orcs, the race that ruled the entire continent a few years ago, have not forgotten who drove them from the rich south to the barren north, nor who forced them to plummet from tens of millions to less than eight million, let alone that there is a race on the south side of the continent that may raise a butcher's knife and cut their heads again at any time.

Sometimes, a sense of crisis and hatred can be accommodated, especially hatred that spans thousands of years, which slowly turns into motivation and spur, and finally slowly ferments, until one day it finally erupts.

And Mu Shuai is the person behind the scenes that led to this outbreak, under his intentional arrangement, revenge and the main war have become the main theme of the people, and under his instigation and planning, the sneak attack on the southern diocese has begun, and the third world war has been fired.

Only a happy victory can make him a sure winner in the next Beast Emperor election.

This sneak attack on the southern diocese was all planned by Mourinho.

The first is to capture the Titan Bloodline Inheritor.

Because after capturing Bloodhoof Dina, he can coerce the rebels in Sand City.

Helen Lena, as a foreigner, became the leader of the rebels, and under the guise of having no distinction between high and low races, she hid in the shadows and constantly blocked the Beast Emperor and the leaders in power.

Mourinho also learned about Helen Lena's background and Dina's existence after a long investigation.

However, Mourinho's thoughts are not consistent with those expressed in the House of Representatives, and if Dina is caught, he may be able to use Helen Lena to do so, after all, even Mourinho is not 100% confident that he will defeat the current beast emperor in the next election.

However, in the House of Representatives, Mourinho's views are also very strong.

After all, the long-range teleportation circle can only be activated by the joint efforts of the priests, and the Titan bloodline inheritors have different suppression ranges depending on the degree of awakening.

If the Titan Bloodline Inheritor is too close to the teleportation circle, then the circle will not be useful in the slightest.

In addition, if you catch Dina, you may be able to reach an agreement with the barbarians in the wasteland, after all, even if the long-range teleportation circle reaches its peak, it can only teleport more than 10,000 warriors in a short period of time, and the original stone is not inexhaustible.

Beamon managed to get his hands on so many teleportation ores, so he didn't allow for the slightest accident.

Catching the Titan Inheritor is Mourinho's idea.

Threaten Helena Lena to ensure that the teleportation array is not suppressed, and make a deal with the barbarians of the wasteland.

And in addition to Bloody Hoof Dina, Mourinho also knew that at this time the southern diocese was hiding an important person, a person who was very important to the Great Pope.

Mourinho stood alone on the platform, looking at the Beamon army like a tiger out of the gate, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Holy See? Terran? Hehe, you're not the only protagonist on the continent of San Cassis!

You Terran magicians who use the magic element, we also have war priests who use the power of sacrifice.

Not only do we have war sacrifices to serve the army, but we also have dozens of races that can participate in the battle at any time, even if they are just cannon fodder-like Pig warriors, they are stronger, braver, and not afraid of death than your grassroots soldiers, not to mention other main battle races.

Millions of Pig-orc infantry and wolf cavalry who come and go like the wind, nearly 10,000 powerful Bell Bears, thousands of Harpies who have no natural enemies in the sky, hundreds of cunning and resourceful fox clan staff officers on the battlefield, Orephine Elephant warriors who can't compete with hundreds of people on the battlefield, and the Lion and Tiger Praetorian Guards whose strength is completely comparable to that of third-order fighting warriors, etc., in addition to these main battle races that serve the war, not to mention the other races of Beamon with various racial abilities.

There are also hundreds of xenomorph giant beasts raised in the Shabak Imperial City, including the two-headed fire lion, the snow-capped leopard, the venom python, the gallendor falcon, the Haijia Lake land whale, etc., as well as dozens of Beamon giant beasts that are taller than the city walls.

Thousands of years have passed, isn't Beamon's current hole cards enough to pull your Holy See off the altar?

Mourinho sneered and waved his hand, the southern diocese of the Holy See? There are dry bones in the mound.

The Harpy team, which had been waiting for a long time, flew into the air with barrels of fire oil in their arms.

At this time, the main gate of the Holy Light Castle, the road less than ten meters wide, was like a step leading to purgatory, and the layers of blood and water would stick to it if you stepped on it casually, and the stumps and broken arms were paved all over the stone steps, and the sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Sixteen temple paladins, overdrawn with the fire of life, forcibly summoned the blessing of the power of faith blessings, their eyes were red and they waved their swords that had already been curled, and the pain caused by the large and small wounds on their bodies had already numbed them.

They knew that sooner or later, the army of Beamon, who was like the sea, would step on their corpses and attack the Holy Light Fortress, and it was possible that the next moment, they would fall under the enemy's sword.

The Templar Paladins knew that they would only be able to hold out for a quarter of an hour at most, but they preferred to die in battle, because only then could they return to the Father's arms after death.

That's faith! Faith belonging to the Temple Paladin.

Behind them was the gates of the Citadel of Light, which housed their siblings, their strongest comrades-in-arms, the Priest of the Light, Cardinal Lando, who was like a father, and 。。。。。。。。 Idol of the Holy Father.

If they had a choice, as long as they could defend the Holy Light Castle, even if they fell into the Nine Hells after death and experienced ten thousand years of suffering, they would not hesitate to choose to sell their souls.

For they would not allow these Bimon orcs, these vile pagans, to defile the statue of the Holy Father when they rushed into the Citadel of Light with their bodies.

The temple paladins, who were gradually exhausted, finally gathered together weakly, using broadswords and clubs on the ground, staring blankly at the wolf cavalry who had temporarily stopped attacking.

A piercing whistling sound came from mid-air, and barrels of burning oil descended on their heads.

The Temple Paladins didn't hide, and even took the initiative to catch the burning oil barrels.

Sixteen temple paladins, sixteen devout disciples burning all over their bodies, holding oil barrels, enduring the pain of burning fire and roaring in the name of the Holy Father, rushed towards the wolf cavalry, using the last moment of their lives to hinder the progress of the wolf cavalry.

But it didn't mean much after all, and the wolf cavalry cut off their heads with their glittering scimitars, kicking the still burning corpses down the stone steps without any mercy.

Alan and Rooney mingled behind the wolf cavalry, looking at the burning corpses that had fallen down the stone steps, and were speechless for a long time.

The two of them originally wanted to slip away just now, but unfortunately hundreds of harpies took Mu Shuai's arrows and turned into overseers, and the two of them did not doubt that as long as they withdrew from the advancing battle line, the mounted spears stuck in the backs of the harpies would definitely stick them into hedgehogs.

Looking at the walls of the Holy Light Castle, which was more than twenty meters high, Alan squinted and saw two old acquaintances---- Cardinal Randu and the Chief Shrine Paladin Ronningt.

On the blackened city wall smoky with flames, Lando, dressed in red, was extremely eye-catching, and Ronningte, who was dressed in silver armor, accompanied him, raised the knight's greatsword in his hand, and roared the name of the Holy Father.

Alan rolled his eyes, Du Nima besieged the city, and called Mao blindly.