"Come, sons of dogs, let you taste the power of the Spartans!" said Asnod, roaring loudly, his spear stabbing forward diagonally, stabbing one of the wolf horsemen off his horse as he took a few steps sideways to avoid the horse's charge.

As the Blue Wolf cavalry rushed into the Spartan hoplite line, this scene continued to appear on the battlefield. The Spartan warriors were very handy against the enemy's cavalry, especially the lightly armored light cavalry, and their spears were always accurate in stabbing the galloping cavalry, knocking them off their horses. But even so, there were still some Spartan warriors who didn't have time to dodge and were knocked away by the galloping horses.

The sturdy heavy armor combined with the sturdy physique meant that these Spartan warriors were not directly killed, and although the dented armor and constant pain prevented them from getting up, at least they did not lose their lives. The companion next to him hurriedly placed their shield horizontally on the ground, carried the injured companion to the shield, and carried it back to the rear.

The commander of Randall's regiment stood in the rear with a gloomy face, watching the cavalry in front of the formation quickly disappear into the enemy's submersion like pebbles thrown into the ocean.

"This damn Hoffman Pope doesn't know how to fight at all, and if he continues to toss, there will be no hope for the Blue Wolf Legion!" clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles had even begun to turn blue and tremble, and Captain Randall's heart continued to struggle.

Kill this stupid pope and save my legion! When this shocking idea sprung up from the depths of his heart, it sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Although his reason told him that once he did this, I was afraid that all the Harvest Goddess believers in the entire continent would not let him go, and even His Majesty Gavin XIII would not be able to protect him at that time. But seeing those green wolf soldiers constantly being killed by the enemy, but still continuing to charge the enemy in accordance with that stupid military order, Commander Randall felt extremely heartbroken.

At this time, Pope Hoffmann was angrily cursing the heralds: "This is also called the elite legion of the Varu Empire? Are your soldiers all weak little girls? I sent them to kill the enemy, not by the enemy! Tell all the soldiers that if this battle cannot be won, I will burn their families as infidels!"

Pope Hoffman's heart was also blown up by the declining anger of the front-line soldiers of the Wolf Legion, who were obviously elite soldiers, how could they fight this battle like this?

The cavalry charge was easily broken up by the enemy, and the subsequent heavy infantry crashed into the enemy line like an egg hitting a stone, and the soldiers who followed were scattered almost without resistance, and the entire green wolf forward was close to collapse.

This is obviously because the officers of the Blue Wolf Legion are dissatisfied with their transgression and refuse to command with their hearts, they have failed to live up to the expectations of the Harvest Goddess Temple, they are simply sinners among all the Harvest Goddess believers!

Thinking of this, Pope Hoffmann couldn't help but think of the Legionnaire Commander who disagreed with him, and from the very beginning he asked for defense without any fighting intentions, which was simply a departure from the will of the Goddess of the Harvest and a serious blasphemy.

Pope Hoffman glanced at the position of Captain Randall as if he had suddenly felt something, but suddenly found that the other party was glaring at him viciously, and the naked malice in his eyes was about to erupt.

"What does he want to do? Does he want to be unfavorable to himself? It must be that he wants to blame me for the defeat in front of the battle, obviously because his Blue Wolf Legion is not fighting effectively! He must not be given a chance to shirk his responsibility! Looking at his red eyes, maybe he has been bewitched by the exotic evil god?"

Don't look at Pope Hoffmann as ignorant of warfare, but in terms of speculation and political struggle, none of the ten Randall's Legion Commanders is his opponent. Almost as soon as he saw the resentment on Captain Randall's face, and the coldness that naturally flowed from his eyes, Pope Hoffmann immediately understood in his heart that he had to get rid of His Excellency, otherwise he might bring trouble to himself.

"Captain Randall, as the supreme commander of the Wolf Legion, I think you should not just stay behind, but charge into battle with your warriors and boost morale with your bravery. ”

Pope Hoffman is a person who makes a decision on the spot, and since he thought of it in his heart, he immediately put it into action, and with a light word, he planned to send Captain Randall to the front line as cannon fodder. Hearing Pope Hoffman's words, Captain Randall's face became more and more ugly, and he knew very well in his heart that Pope Hoffman must not be at ease, maybe he wanted to die in battle in order to take over the Blue Wolf Legion.

Pope Hoffman's attitude let Randall know that he had no choice, and even if he admits to retreat, Pope Hoffman may not let him go.

Since you want my life, then don't blame me, even if I am spurned by the whole continent, I can't sit still. Thinking of this, Randall secretly made up his mind in his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he reluctantly made a smile and continued: "Your Majesty, the soldiers on the front line now need the great assistance of the Divine Officers of the Temple, if you can get the full cooperation of the Divine Officers, I am very willing to lead the Blue Wolf Legion to defeat the enemy army!"

"Oh, since Legion Randall said so, then I will definitely let the Priest Corps fully cooperate!" Hearing that Legion Randall was willing to go into battle in person, Pope Hoffman hurriedly agreed, but what he thought in his heart, it was not known.

"Okay, good, good, then I'll thank the Pope for the soldiers!" Randall stepped forward and bowed slightly, giving a noble salute to Pope Hoffmann.

Seeing Captain Randall so cooperative, Pope Hoffman did not doubt him in his heart, although he was a little puzzled about why Captain Randall did not salute but performed a noble salute, but he only had the arrogant habits of some nobles as Captain Randall.

But just as Pope Hoffman was about to bend down in return, Captain Randall suddenly pulled out a short sword from his waist and stabbed it straight into Pope Hoffman's chest.

"You...... What are you ......" Pope Hoffman's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Randall would have the audacity to assassinate himself. He covered his chest with one hand, and raised the other hand to point at Randall, trying to question him why he did so, but he lost his strength due to the rapid loss of his vitality.

"His Majesty the Pope!" The two priests who followed Pope Hoffmann's side were shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the Pope, but the adjutant next to Captain Randall also drew his short sword and stabbed the two priests to the ground one after another.