In the rugged and dark mountains, Bishop Lemont ran as fast as he could.

He tore off the hem of his robes, threw away the bishopric crown that was particularly in the way of movement in the mountains and forests, and the ornate cane that represented the authority of the Holy See was also used by him as a crutch to carve the way through the rugged mountain paths and master the balance, he felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life, and the great frustration and shame burned him with anger, but he did not dare to release it—for the oppression of the rising and desperately powerful magic of chaos still clung to his heart.

It was only when he ran to the depths of the mountains and forests, to a place where he could no longer see the battlefield, that he dared to stop a little and look back at the road he had done.

Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the papal knights would have died—if not killed by that incredibly powerful energy creature, they would have died in the blazing light. Bishop Lemont, who escaped by sacrificing his comrades, felt no guilt at the moment, because he believed that everything he did was for the sake of greater justice: the meaning of the papal knight's existence was to give his life for the Lord, and the bishop of a region was the basis for the survival and development of the Church, and it was only natural that the former should be used to ensure the safety of the latter.

After a moment of intense breathing, Bishop Lemont finally regained his breath, and he looked up at the dark mountain road surrounded by dead trees and trees, and the expression on his face suddenly became confused.

Why did he run away? Why is he so afraid? Why did he behave so badly?

Lemont was confused, and in a great confusion, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her mental state.

He is indeed a person who cherishes life, and among all the regional bishops of the Holy Light Church, he is a low-level and less powerful person, but he is also a regional bishop no matter how he says, even if he has to retreat due to an extremely dangerous battle situation, he will never be embarrassed to this extent, and he will not run all the way out of fear, like a lost dog!

Bishop Lemont suddenly clenched the scepter in his hand, a fine bead of sweat seeping through his forehead, and he realized that his mind might have been influenced by an external factor, and that something, something that could not be resisted by the barrier of light, had entered his brain, magnified some of his character weaknesses, made him completely injurious on the battlefield - and caused him to face today's defeat almost inactively.

Otherwise, with his strength, even if he still can't fight against the terrifying energy creature on the city wall, he can at least cover some of the papal knights to retreat, at least he won't have to be so embarrassed and so miserable!

"Come out!" Bishop Lemont suddenly shouted, and one after another of holy light enveloped him, increasing his resistance to all kinds of magical effects, but even so, he did not feel the slightest sense of security, he could only increase his confidence by shouting loudly - even though he clearly knew that this abnormal behavior of yelling was also proof that he was disturbed by his consciousness, "Come out of my head! I know you exist! Come out! ”

Shouting and screaming several times in a row, only his own voice echoed in the mountain path, the old bishop began to doubt his own judgment, but just as he was about to give up, a female figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a woman wearing a white background and purple trimmed robe, carrying a lantern in her hand, her robe explained her identity: a goddess official, and most likely a high-ranking priest, but the style of the robe was different from any orthodox religion on the continent at present, Lemont used her religious knowledge to judge for a long time, and only then did she vaguely see that the robe might be the style of the Church of the Sleepers seven hundred years ago.

The goddess with the lantern in her hand had a gentle and quiet smile on her face, and the smile that was reminiscent of "motherhood" seemed to have some kind of deflective power, and even though Lemont was already on the most vigilant, he almost relaxed the moment he saw the other party's smile - but fortunately, at the last moment, he bit his tongue and used the pain to ensure the ability to think freely.

He knew that the woman in front of him was not really standing there, he could see some dream-like turbulent and illusory outlines from the edge of the lifelike figure, and he knew that what he saw was only an illusion—an illusion in his mind, projected into his vision, and no one but himself could hear or see the woman with the lantern.

From the perspective of others, it is likely that he is just looking at the clearing on the mountain road with a wary and wary face.

"Who are you?!" Bishop Lemont gripped the scepter tightly, trying to make his expression appear calmer, even though he knew that he had no initiative at all now—an opponent who could directly implant such a clear vision into his mind was already a force he couldn't resist, almost as invincible as the rampaging energy creature on Cecil's walls, and he didn't even expect the "woman" in front of him to respond to him—

But the woman spoke anyway, her voice as gentle and tranquil as her countenance: "Bishop Lemont, it's good to see you alive. ”

"Who are you?" Bishop Lemont repeated his question, "What do you want to do?" ”

"High Bishop of the Eternal Sleeper, Selena Gerfen, I hope I didn't scare you." The woman said with a smile.

"The Eternal Sleeper?!" Bishop Lemont was shocked, "You...... What do you cultists want to do!? ”

"There aren't many chances of being able to 'capture' a high-ranking priest," Selena Gerfen seemed to patiently answer Lemont's question, but her reply was clearly not what the latter wanted to hear, "It took us a long time to plant the seeds among the bishoprics of the Church of Light, but you failed us by your stupid challenge to the extraterritorial wanderers and the power He had established, so we had to do it early and 'rescue' you before you were completely worthless......"

"Plant the seeds...... Bishop Lemont was furious, suddenly realizing something, "you guys have already done something in my head?! What the hell are you trying to do?! ”

"There used to be a lot of plans, but now that you're worth less, we'll have to make the most of it," Selena Germin sighed softly and slowly walked over to the frightened Bishop Lemont, "Mr. Bishop, borrow your brain, we need to see your gods...... Changes in these 700 years. ”

……

The incessant sound of explosions in the south of the city finally came to an end, and it was the end of all the fighting for the day.

Gawain glanced at the Pioneer Sword that he had in his hand, the long sword resting quietly on the table, it had not played in the battle of the day.

The enemy's strength was worse than he expected, so much so that he didn't need to come to the rescue for the entire battle.

Hetty pushed the door and walked into the room: "Ancestor, the invading enemy of the southern city wall has been annihilated, and the attackers have all been wiped out except for one escape—except for the temporary interruption of energy in two blocks of the southern city district, our side has not been damaged. ”

"Very well, it seems that Kamel can get the experimental data he wants," Gawain actually knew the situation on the battlefield, but nodded after hearing Hetty's report, "In this way, the direction of this war will basically not change again." ”

"I still can't believe it...... We won like this......" Hetty still had a look of disbelief on her face, she had received information from the northern and western fronts, this should have been a huge and difficult war to be won in such a short period of time, it was really beyond her imagination - even if Gawain had shown full confidence in the victory of the war before, she had always thought that it was the ancestors who were calming people's hearts, and at this moment she still had a question that she hadn't figured out, "Ancestor, I actually have a question...... How did you know that those papal knights would attack from the southern walls? ”

Of course, I saw it in the satellite's magical environmental imagery – but it can't be said directly.

Gawain touched his chin and said with an expression of "the situation is in the hands of your ancestors": "Excluding the northern and western directions, if someone wants to raid us, they can only choose the mine route in the east and the dark mountain range in the south - the mine is not a good choice, because once they attack from there and fail to take the entire mine town in the first place, then the main city of Cecil will be alarmed, and they will lose the advantage of raiding, so they will definitely choose the dark mountain range." ”

Gawain paused, then said: "The distance between the Dark Mountain Range and the southern city wall is very close, and the terrain is complex and easy to hide, even if there are sentinels patrolling, high-level transcendents can rely on the terrain to lurk very close to the city wall, and there is more important point: the main attack direction of Count Hossman's army is the north of Cecil's territory, in this case, it is normal to attack from the other side. ”

Hetty was persuaded by Gawain's analysis, and no longer had any other questions, but said with a hint of worry: "Ancestor, I am very worried about the enemy who escaped, if the information is correct, it is very likely to be the regional bishop of the southern diocese of the Holy Light Church - although the Holy Light Church has a weak influence in the south, it is still very powerful, and their regional bishop is now leading the papal knights to directly attack the Cecil Territory in the name of crusading against evil, which is no longer as simple as assisting the nobles in the war, but equivalent to declaring war head-on, Now the bishop has escaped...... I don't know how much trouble he's going to incur. ”

Gawain raised his eyebrows and looked at Hetty with some amusement: "If it were you in the past, the first thing I would be worried about at this time would be the adverse effects of our head-on war with the southern diocese of the Holy Light Church, but now your attention doesn't seem to be entangled in this kind of thing." ”

Being reminded by Gawain like this, Hetty also realized the change in her way of thinking, and the lady who had been worried about the Cecil family all day couldn't help but show a wry smile: "I don't know how this change can happen, and by the time I react, we have even started a war with all the nobles in the entire southern border...... I'm still worried about what the southern diocese is doing? ”

Gawain smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I sent Thorderlin to lead an elite team in the Dark Mountains before the war, they should be ...... at this time"

Before Gawain could finish speaking, Thorderling's voice was already coming from outside the door: "The bishop is dead—we found his body. ”