Faith is a truly amazing thing.

When you believe, you stand firm. According to statistics, in a country called the United States, 75 percent of Americans on the earth firmly believe in the existence of God, they are all God's people, and they will not die, and the physical death is just a process of the soul returning to God's arms. They will meet their ancestors in the kingdom of God and live happily without any worries or sorrows.

And the remaining 25 percent are not unbelieving in God, they may believe in Allah or something.

There are very few atheists in the United States, a country with extremely advanced science and technology, including those who stand at the pinnacle of the times, and they are also staunch theists.

Faith is so strange, perhaps because there are many things that cannot be explained by what people know and science, so there is a basis for faith.

In this world, the gods exist, visible to the naked eye, can see their figures, can also hear their voices, and faith has had an incomparably solid foundation from the moment the Holy Light Church was born.

Gabriel embraced the faith spread by the Church of Light, and he would repent of the wrongs he had done, and he would pray for the trivial things of tomorrow. He would always clutch the cross hanging from his chest tightly before going to battle, feeling the heat of the metal cross warmed by body temperature.

His heart will be at peace, his irritability will leave him, and his fear will be dull.

The more he liked it, the more he felt it, and the more he believed in it.

There is never a shortage of opportunities to fight in a protracted war, and a new round of fighting began, this time targeting a front from Jettel.

The Jetters gathered a portion of their forces to form a superior force and prepared to fight a field legion war with the vanguard of Jerut. Facing the phalanx of Jetel of 70,000 men, there were less than 40,000 on Jerut's side, including about 10,000 men, slaves, untouchables, and captives. But the Jeruts were not afraid, because they had faith and those priests.

Injuries are no longer something to be feared, they will not wait for death because they cannot be cured because of serious injuries, and even in the face of death, everyone can remain calm and calm, which is why Fabio is afraid of the growth of the Church.

It's a pity that Tostey doesn't know, the archon may have feelings, but he can't control the affairs of the army.

Under the command of the commander, the phalanxes of the two sides were placed like chess pieces on a chessboard-like plain in the endless plain. The trumpets of both sides sounded, the war drums beat rhythmically, and the phalanxes moved in an orderly manner according to the planned route.

Gabriel's phalanx was located in the second phalanx on the left, and the first phalanx was mostly death squads, filled with slave soldiers and captives who had surrendered, the cheapest expendables of the war, but also the craziest group of people.

Retreat, a force of 30,000 men, as long as they retreated, the Jeruthians who claimed to have accepted their surrender did not mind slaughtering them cleanly. Only forward, forward, and then forward, fight a bloody way, and use the flesh and blood of those who were once compatriots as bargaining chips for their own freedom.

Once the phalanx of the two sides touched, it was like two trains running at high speed crashing together.

The shield wall did not stop the crowd from all sides, and soon these shield-wielding axe men would be trampled under their feet and turned into puddles of flesh. Only those who are physically strong can break free from this tragic fate. But only a handful of them survived the battle, and they had to face a frontal charge from more than a dozen legions.

Soon, the second platoon of the legion pressed up, Gabriel tightened the two-handed sword in his hand, and his strength and strong body allowed the commander to place him in the third row of the phalanx as the main assaulter. His role is like a sharp scalpel, directly breaking through the opponent's line, tearing out a hole, and letting the people behind follow this opening to break the opponent apart.

He grasped the cross in his left hand and kissed it solemnly, "May the Holy be as you and the name of the Saints, the Son, and the Light as I am to overcome all fears and dangers......"

Soon, the phalanx of the second row stepped on the corpse of the former and collided with the opponent's fresh force. Gabriel bent slightly, his legs bent as well, and his weight was lowered, so that he could respond to the collision at any time. The knife and axe hand in front of him was directly knocked back by the other party, his body sank down suddenly, slightly sideways, and used his right shoulder to resist the back of the knife and axeman, and then twisted his waist, and the power was unloaded, and the knife and axe hand was also taken aside by him.

With all his might, he picked up his two-handed sword with all his strength, and pushed it forward. After a slight sense of blockage, the blade of the sword suddenly lightened, and an enemy was torn in half by him, and the upper body rolled to the ground, but it was not dead, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

Gabriel didn't care about the life and death of his enemies, this group of sinners did not deserve sympathy, and his only thought at the moment was to destroy this group of sinners and let them accept the judgment of the Father.

In a battle of this magnitude, individual martial prowess can never affect the outcome of the battle, except for heroes and oracles, but these people naturally have the same people to deal with. If the power of the individual does not go beyond the limits of human beings, he will never be safe.

Gabriel deserves to be a sharp soldier, a sweep directly swept the opponent's three people with swords into two sections, he didn't have time to take a breath, he felt a huge force behind him slammed over, knocked him forward, staggered, stepped out and stepped firmly on the ground, which stabilized his figure.

This kind of thing actually happens a lot, and the dense phalanx formation often makes the people in the rear not know what is happening, and they will desperately squeeze forward, like a wave, wave after wave of attack forward. And the people at the front are often pushed forward, either to kill the enemy or to be knocked into the enemy's formation.

Gabriel has been through this many times, and this is not the first time.

He quickly calmed down, and the swords seemed to be aimed at him in all directions, slashing at him with a slash on his head and face.

At this time, the small round shield fixed on his left hand played a life-saving role, and he half-squatted down, the small round shield was on his head, and he immediately felt that more than ten swords were slashed on the small round shield at the same time. The tremendous force made his calves limp, and his body sank downward. He didn't panic, picked up the two-handed sword in his hand, and swept in a circle, all the calves where he went were split in two, and the pressure suddenly dissipated.

He remembered what the commander had said to him, that he was a born warrior and would never panic.

He pursed his lips, and the splatters of blood sprayed his face, and the comrades behind him also reacted, slashing the people around him continuously.

A gap appeared.

He stood up and stepped forward again.

He didn't know how long it was, but he only vaguely remembered that he had broken through two fronts, but a third shield wall appeared in front of him.

His right hand had lost sensation, numb and swollen, and his veins were squeezed out by the tense muscles, one by one hidden under the thin skin, writhing constantly.

He wanted to swing his weapon, but it seemed that his right hand was not very obedient, and he didn't move, and he was stunned for a moment, and stabbed a few sickles from behind the shield wall.

Seeing the scythes getting closer and closer to him, his brain was buzzing, and all around him suddenly fell silent.

Beads of sweat and blood slowly moved in the air, those swords fell little by little along a mysterious trajectory, and the sorrow on the faces of the soldiers behind the shield wall was deforming, and everything slowed down.

He looked up at the sky and seemed to be obscured by the clouds.

Suddenly, a white light tore through the clouds and fell from the sky and fell on him.

He felt a strange power nourishing his body, making his body undergo strange changes.

In the next moment, time returned to its original speed, and he suddenly roared, "Courage! Glory!"

A white light bloomed from under his feet in an instant, affecting dozens of meters around him, the power returned to his body, he suddenly felt that he seemed to be invincible, he would never fail, he raised his hand to block, swinged a few sickles, stepped forward, and slashed hard, the axe hand who raised the tower shield flew back upside down, and the tower shield in his hand was also split into several pieces.

Unparalleled power!

More and more white light bloomed, like holy flowers, enveloping almost all the phalanxes of Jeruth.

This is the power of the Father!

It is the best gift to respond to believers!

Fighting spirit!