Looking at the three hundred poor people in armor, Alec and Clarence looked at each other puzzled. They couldn't figure out what these people could do other than waste armor and heavy swords.

If this is the reinforcement assembled by Bishop Armand, then this is the biggest joke in the world.

As an emaciated pauper, he had no military training, and no phantom beast had mobilized supernatural powers. All of this shows that they will collapse at the touch of a button. Don't look at the three hundred, I'm afraid that even two soldiers of the Northern Legion of the Burlingame Empire can't beat them.

"Captain Alec, you haven't told me what my motivation was for joining the Vulcan Church?" Armand asked Alec.

Alec's lips moved, and he bowed to Armand: "Please allow me to speculate maliciously, Your Excellency."

"Please," Armand said to Alec, his tone firm.

Alec looked at Armand and spoke to him what was on his mind: "First of all, I have to admit that there was a great misunderstanding about His Excellency the Bishop."

"The fact that Your Excellency is here shows that I don't have any impure motives for my Vulcan Church, and isn't it a little naïve to deal with the Northern Legion of the Berlingame Empire," Alec said to Amande.

The three hundred poor people standing behind Armand bowed down in shame one by one, and they knew that if it weren't for the gambling contract, they wouldn't have come here to be embarrassed.

Seeing the reaction of the poor people, Alec's confidence was greatly increased, and his eyes looked directly at Armand.

Armand didn't reply immediately, but looked at Clarence, "Do you think so?"

"Your Excellency," Clarence shouted at Armand and nodded honestly. He couldn't imagine how these three hundred poor people could settle the city of St. Ga, knowing that the bishop had promised him last night. As long as you don't follow, you can kill the Northern Army outside.

Armand's eyes looked around at the Guardian Legion soldiers standing on the city wall, and suddenly his voice was too high: "Do you think so too?"

The guardians did not dare to speak out, so they could only bow their heads and express the answer in their hearts with practical actions.

The three hundred poor people looked at this scene and wanted to turn around and flee, but their hearts were mixed with fear of the majesty of the church and greed for gold coins.

It was this complex emotion that made them suppress the idea of running away in their hearts.

"Kill"

A violent roar sounded from outside the city, and the enemy troops gathered outside the city launched a new round of attacks on the north gate again.

The breath of boundless slaughter interrupted the conversation, and Alec drew his heavy sword behind his back and pointed at the outside of the city: "Meet the enemy"

"Meet the enemy" Clarence led the guards to shout in unison.

The sound spread throughout the north gate, and the two thousand young men opened their bows and arrows and shot them forward.

Woohoo

The sky darkened, and countless arrows rained down outside the city like arrows.

When the three hundred poor people looked at this scene, they only felt a chill in their backs, and the shadow of death hung over their hearts.

"Do you want to be the hero who saved the city of Saint?" Armand sounded in the ears of the three hundred civilians as the crowd battled.

As if the war had suddenly disappeared from their sights, the three hundred paupers looked at Armand in unison.

Armand asked them again, "Do you want to be heroes?"

"Hero?" said one to Armand.

Another person turned to Armand and asked, "Can we really be heroes and repel the enemy forces outside the city?"

"Yes, as long as you believe that this is a battle for your own salvation, then you can be heroes outside the city," Armand said to the crowd.

The minds of the poor people thought of the contempt in Alec's eyes just now, and a wave of unwillingness suddenly welled up in their hearts, and they roared in unison: "We firmly believe that this is a battle for self-redemption"

The sudden roar made all the soldiers who were facing the enemy on the city wall stunned.

Alec was about to say a few sarcastic remarks, but looked at the dense enemy soldiers below and held back.

"Meet the enemy" Acrylic yelled at the young men and the soldiers of the Guardian Legion.

The sound pulled thousands of people back to reality, and the attack on the outside of the city was renewed.

A siege vehicle was pushed out, and countless soldiers in blue clothes and armor rushed in the direction of the city gate.

"Boom"

A loud bang rang through the northern section of the walls of St. Bonbon.

The siege engine crashed into it, and the huge wall shook a little, and once again stood dead at the gate.

"Clarence, you take the people, go to the city gate immediately, and give me a dead resistance," Alec shouted to Clarence beside him.

Clarence didn't dare to slack off, and replied to Alec: "Yes"

"You come with me," Clarence waved his hand on the city wall, and hundreds of young believers hurriedly followed.

Looking at the thousands of people who were busy meeting the enemy, Armand suddenly felt like an outsider who was being despised by him. There is no unwillingness in my heart, and there is no resentment. After all, for an airborne bishop, this may be the best treatment for him. If it weren't for this big war, I'm afraid I would be facing one trap after another hidden in the shadows.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is vain. Armand whispered to himself in his heart.

As a person who dares to challenge the main god company head-on, it is enough to prove that he has extraordinary courage, and of course, a little bit of strength.

"Boom"

Another loud bang completely interrupted Armand's thoughts.

The gate was crumbling and finally crushed by siege trucks under the load.

"The general has an order, and the bloody massacre will be carried out for a day after the city is broken" The voice exploded in my ears.

Countless soldiers in blue clothes and blue armor gasped at the same time when they heard the order of the blood slaughter, as if they saw countless gold, silver and jewels placed in front of them.

"Kill"

"Kill"

"Kill"

The sound spread like a tide from the north gate into the city.

Panic grew wildly and gradually became uncontrollable. The doors of the houses suddenly opened, and countless people ran desperately. But where can you flee in the city, you can only scurry around like headless flies.

Looking at the apocalyptic city of Shengga, Alec's eyes were full of despair, could it be the catastrophe of Shengjia City today?

The footsteps and the sound of swords and soldiers are getting closer and closer, and thousands of people on the city walls, and even enemy troops like sea water, are frantically pouring here.

The unknown Grim Reaper has drawn his scythe, smiling wildly, ready for a sumptuous harvest feast.

"Bishop Armand, is this the promise you made last night?" Alec roared at Armand, venting all the grief and anger in his heart.

Armand looked around and finally looked at the three hundred paupers: "You're right, it's time for the farce to end"