Whether victory really showed the light of day, no one knows.

But one thing is certain.

At the same time that the main force of the monster collided head-on with Luo Ming's civil fortifications, the main force of the coalition led by the Count also ran into a bloody head in front of the monster's lair.

The thick tentacles of the bowl slammed into the array of soldiers, like rolling logs and stones during the defense of the city, and the blow kicked up a large cloud of dust and many blood droplets.

By the time the dust cleared, there were seven soldiers' corpses lying on the ground, three of which were completely unrecognizable.

And there was a layer of flesh stuck to that tentacle as well.

Another tentacle rolled up a basket and threw out dozens of stones as if splashing water.

Each stone was about the size of a fist, and when it fell from a height of ten meters, it knocked down the soldiers on the spot, many of them were bleeding from their heads, and two people were unfortunately smashed through their skulls and died on the spot.

"Damn, look at me—"

Seizing the opportunity, the Earl rushed forward, the long sword in his hand emitting a fighting light, and slashed down at a tentacle.

However, when his sword touched the tentacle, he found that there was a layer of slime on the surface of the tentacle, which was slippery and did not leave the hand, and the tentacle was covered with solid scales on the outside, and the inside was very flexible, even if he cut it with all his strength, it would only cut off a third of the tentacle.

Then, another tentacle directly knocked him out, and he rolled for nearly ten meters before he got up.

The beautiful armor on his chest had a dent at the moment...... If he suffers another attack of the same level, even if he is a sword master, he will probably be seriously injured.

"What kind of monster is this!"

The Count couldn't help but let out a howl of pain.

He had also led his troops to destroy several monster nests before - the most powerful of them was only three meters tall and had a tentacle the thickness of a few arms, which could kill two or three people in one blow.

And now, although the shape of the monster's lair can still be vaguely recognized, it is actually five meters high and six meters wide, it is simply a small castle made of flesh and blood.

And the bowl of thick tentacles has twelve!

To date, the lair alone has wiped out more than sixty soldiers.

Although the Earl had brought ballistas and catapults to get rid of the lair from a distance, he didn't expect that it was a narrow valley, and the siege equipment couldn't get away from the lair - if it was a little closer, and it didn't have time to launch, the lair would throw stones with its tentacles and destroy it first.

Now, he tried to attack with manpower, but it was largely ineffective.

No, not completely without effect, at least the death of each soldier consumes the power of the lair.

If it takes a few hours, it might really exhaust the nest.

Although Luo Ming's transfer of the tiger from the mountain itself was successful, and there are really not many monsters protecting the lair now, the lair itself is difficult to attack to the extreme, making the count want to cry without tears.

Although he didn't deal with Luo Ming, at this moment the earl had begun to pray silently, hoping that he would be able to hold on for a while longer.

Otherwise, when the enemy's main force comes back and flanks him back and forth, he will really be finished.

Although, he actually understands very well, it is impossible for the other party to stay outside for several hours and not come back when he finds out that his lair has been attacked.

Even if Luo Ming delayed with all his might, it would be impossible to hold back those monsters who were like arrows for hours.

"It's horrible......"

Several bigwigs of the church looked at the size of the nest and its combat effectiveness, and they all showed solemn faces.

Such a nest has absorbed the flesh and soul of thousands of people or domestic animals, to say the least.

It can hold out for at least a few hours, taking out hundreds more soldiers before it runs out of strength.

Even the Inquisition does not often see evil on this scale.

"It seems that you can only use that trick, and you can solve it quickly......"

An expressionless middle-aged man untied a wooden box from behind his back and pulled out a long sword from the wooden box.

It looks like a standard sword used by the holy warriors of the Church of the Dawn, but the hilt and body of the sword are engraved with countless prayers with gold leaf, which makes people feel like they have lost their minds.

The sword was stuck in the ground, and the eight most powerful priests and four paladins in the room stood in a circle around the sword, instilling holy power into the sword body in unison.

With such a large amount of holy power, it can be said that even Luo Ming, who has five times the reserves of ordinary swordsmen, can't eat it.

However, the sword easily took all of these powers.

"Whew, it's really worthy of the Holy Sword of the Inquisition......

Jacob was originally the weakest one, and after finishing the indoctrination of strength at the earliest, he couldn't help but sigh when he watched this scene.

Even in the inquisition courts of the entire continent, there are only a hundred such holy swords.

Not only did he spend a lot of money to collect all kinds of rare materials, and asked top craftsmen to create sword embryos, but he also spent a long time attaching enough divine blessings to them...... There are even rumors that more than one god has blessed them personally.

Each time it is used, an application must be submitted, and a long report must be written afterwards.

But its power is fully worthy of such troublesome process regulations.

When the power of the last priest was completely absorbed by the holy sword, the four priests led by him chanted a mysterious incantation in unison.

It was a spell that even Jacob had never heard, but he could instinctively feel the great will and power contained in it.

"In the name of the Inquisition, I command you to come to earth!"

The holy sword trembled, and in the next moment, it turned into a ray of light, soaring into the sky, bursting with brilliant golden light in the air at a height of 100 meters.

Even the soldiers, who were still terrified by the huge casualties caused by the lair, couldn't help but show a look of intoxication and piety at this moment.

The light quickly transformed into a figure, and behind it, two wings of light extended.

And in its hand, there was a three-meter-long sword shadow, which seemed to be forged by pure light.

This is the special feature of the Inquisition—the Angel of Judgment!

With the holy sword as the center, the power of all people is condensed into one, and a powerful existence is manifested.

Although in essence, the Angel of Judgment is not a servant of the gods in the kingdom of God, but a mere summons of mortals, with only a trace of a trivial divine essence in it.

However, as a summon, its strength surpasses that of any single summoner, almost as much as the summoners' combat power combined.

Generally speaking, the autonomy of the summons beyond the summoner is very strong, however, it is wonderful that the Angel of Judgment can be freely manipulated by the priests of the Inquisition.

The priests chanted together and gave orders.

And so, the Angel of Judgment dragged the wake of brilliance and fell towards the lair.

Like a meteor falling from the sky.