Time has passed, and in the blink of an eye, it has been more than 1 month in Southern Aurora.

The initial operation on the day of disembarkation was a complete failure. The reason for this is also the lack of numbers, the first batch of knights to arrive only a few dozen, and the second group will not arrive until a week. Due to the shortage of manpower, they were unable to pursue them, and were stopped by the members of the broken cult, and only a few small shrimps were captured, and the real leaders all ran away.

The sparsely populated kingdom of Suomir, coupled with a small rebellion over religious issues that began a few months earlier, left the local lords and royal family unable to help.

There is no conclusive evidence of whether the activities of the cultists and the rebellion were independent of each other or closely linked, and there are only inferences. It's just that as believers, neither Hymirin nor anyone else wants to believe that the pious congregation will mingle with these men who have turned their backs on the Holy See.

All in all, they could only stay in this small town in Southern Europe for more than a month. Hymirnin sent out a request for the assistance of the Legion's infantry, and by land, more than half of the 3,000-strong infantry had arrived during this time.

Preparations are in full swing, and the battle is about to unfold in earnest. However, during this period of stay, the soldiers who arrived were not idle.

At the beginning of January, Suomir is covered with snow, making the whole world look like a fairy tale.

In the school next to the church, the choir children are singing, and they are practicing hymns these days. The children's untidy voices make the song less sacred and solemn and a little more energetic. Smaller children in bearskin hats frolicked in the snow-covered streets, and their mothers crossed their waists and told them not to get wet.

"Alright, Miss Leah, don't be angry. I was a little more naughty than these two boys in your family when I was a kid. The Padrossi legionnaire with a snow shovel persuaded him in his usual clothes.

After Hymiring sent a plea for help, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the form of a voluntary registration. Thus the people who arrived were all good citizens who were enthusiastic and helpful, and who had been educated in the Paderrosian elite and who were loyal to their faith, who would not be comfortable with a meal or a night, and in return began to do chores for the townspeople of their own accord.

"Ah, you've worked hard. Noticing Hamirin's arrival, the woman spoke to him in Lamani.

"Yo, Commander!" the soldier also waved at this side, his expression relaxed and unreserved. This is a natural occurrence for those who are familiar with the style of the Silver Guard Knights.

Contrary to Padrosi, the people here are not very welcoming.

Just like the constant cold, the people living in this land are delicate and humble in their hearts. They don't like to shout, and they don't need many celebrations and gatherings.

Everyone just lives their own lives like this, there is no need to talk endlessly, but every word and deed is simple and true. Like a bowl of freshwater cod soup with delicious reindeer meat and mashed potatoes, people just enjoy the company quietly.

"Your Excellency, you got up so early today" More residents saw Hamirin's arrival, and they greeted this side: "Yesterday's sauna competition was beautiful, and you can't tell that you are a Padrossi at all." If you learn Suomir again, you will be a true Suomir by that name!" they laughed, and Hamir waved his hand out of the street.

A sudden cold wind blew, but it was nothing to the people, who had long been accustomed to it all. There was a sound of "swish", and a neat march of legionnaires came out of the street on the left, carrying snow shovels, all of them Padrossi who had volunteered to help clear the snow. Their actions have won the hearts of the townspeople of Southern Aurora, and although many have joked that they are more of a handyman than an army, they have never had any grudges of their own.

"The progress of society is not just about the efficient functioning of the institutions. It's about the improvement of the overall level of consciousness of the citizens, if there is a fire and everyone is waiting for the firefighters to arrive and thinks it is none of their business, if someone falls ill on the street and no one knows how to give first aid, if everyone only cares about their own affairs, then I think this kind of society is not right, and it is not what I expect the empire to be. "On the Future of Padrossi", Hermes Gai, Suseksiutu.

He was a great man.

Anyone can easily make this conclusion.

Crown Prince Hermes was the man in demand for Padrosi in times of peace, and the empire he conceived and focused on building was the epitome of the people who arrived as volunteers.

His wish was so good, it sparkled like ice and snow in the sun.

"Morning Commander. The soldiers smiled and nodded at him, and he replied, "Good work." ”

"Dangdang" The bell rang in the distance, echoing throughout the city. "Ah, breakfast, hungry, hungry," the soldiers quickened. And Hemirin, who followed the voice, saw at a glance the bronze clock hanging on the top of the church, which was said to be the same as that of the lakeside church on the side of Northern Europe.

Heinzswerm lakeside church.

The place of the same name with him.

He kind of wanted to take a look, but he didn't have the money to do it recently. Maybe we will be able to realize this idea after we have eliminated the cultists, but what should we do when we go there?

To be honest, at this moment, he is already starting to be a little confused.

For so many years, he just kept moving forward because of the other party's words. Now, although there is external help, he has ascended to the throne of the head of the Silver Guard Knights at a young age, is this considered to have fulfilled the original agreement?

Maybe there will be an answer to the question of continuing after meeting the other person? Hamirinen did not know this.

He was never a man with many desires for things.

From the perspective of others, this young man does look like the typical image of the Suomir: tall, taciturn, or rather a little wooden, and not good at expressing his feelings.

But this is not the confusion of ignorance of the world.

It's over-knowing.

Children's world is cruel and simple, and even when they grow up as teenagers, they don't immediately fade away and become mature.

The horror of humanity, Hemirnin is deeply aware.

In his short life of more than 20 years, he has not seen many good things. Because of his background, his path to progress was more difficult than smooth. Even now that he has become the head of the regiment, he has inevitably become a thorn in the side of some people because of his too smooth career without taking the initiative to make enemies.

The same is true of the legionnaires who have been summoned for help. They were supposed to be regular legions, but eventually evolved into voluntary volunteers. How many of them are tired, and he has a little too much experience of the bad parts of human nature, and he doesn't need to use his brain to think about it to get the answer.

With such an upbringing, it is impossible not to be a pessimist.

In Hamirin's view, everything in the world will deteriorate, no matter how good the original intentions may be, and once someone begins to mix their own selfish desires into it, everything will begin to deteriorate and corrupt. The politics of the empire are the culmination of this, and it is not surprising that if you don't keep an eye on it, you will be cut out one night. He didn't have the heart to get involved in all this, but he couldn't get out.

At the beginning, I moved forward because of an agreement, but now after taking this position, I have been pushed forward by life.

He needs to be responsible for these people, and there are more and more people who are unhappy with them now because of Yinwei's showmanship. And the other noble knights don't do anything about it. There is much to be done, and there are many obstacles. Under this pressure, Hamiling grew rapidly, and his knowledge of all aspects surprised many of his acquaintances.

But this is only a survival instinct, not his own desire.

What he wanted, he didn't even know.

In the birthplace of the Church, in this place closest to God, his prayers went unanswered.

"What do you want, go to dinner. There was a pat on the back, and the contemplative Hermilin woke up. Licardo tilted his neck at him, motioning for them to walk towards the place where the church was.

The Order's garrisons and stays were all near the church. They have no real stronghold, and they can only be helped by the people and the church. Originally, it was agreed to be stationed in the castle of the nearby lord of Suomir, but when they arrived in the area, they changed their minds. This was to be expected, and although the Suomirs and the Padrosi had theoretically a common enemy, they were wary of each other because of their long-standing hostilities.

Most of the people welcomed them, and when they heard that they were the Silver Guard, the sword of the Church, they were equally faithful.

The aristocracy can only be said to be the same everywhere, but fortunately, with the support of the church and the people, they at least have a place to stay. Naturally, the eating place was located in the church, along with the clergy.

But before entering the church, Hamilnin was stopped.

"Mr. Commander, there is your letter. "The people waiting at the door of the church were dressed in light postman's garb with a feather stuck in their hats. There was also a fast horse next to it.

"The royal seal, it seems that it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince again, then I will go and occupy a seat first!" After confirming that he had received the letter, the postman turned and rode away with a simple courtesy, and Licardo tapped Hymirning on the shoulder again, and pulled in first.

The relationship between him and the crown prince, and the few senior members who were close to him, including the former head of the delegation, were actually somewhat speculative. But Hamirin's own mind was still complicated, and he didn't have the meaning to say it, so they didn't force him.

"......," he stared at the envelope of high-grade rice paper for a long time. Then I put the letter in my fanny bag and read it later.

That person is the person I've been looking for.

Three months after rescuing him that year, the crown prince came to the door and told him about this fact.

But even if such a long time has passed, even if this person is indeed an extremely good and great person, he has always been unable to cross the hurdle in his heart.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is hateful.

Hemirnin was just not used to it, and she didn't know how to deal with this role that had been absent from her previous life.

He was used to being alone.

I'm used to being alone.

Living alone for nearly twenty years, he has grown up, and his hopes for filling the vacant position in his heart are no longer as intense as when he was a child.

It's not like a father and son, maybe it's more like a friend with a gap in age and experience. Taking the time to get to know each other may be the right path.

In any case, after several years, especially after seeing the recent hard work of the crown prince, the relationship between the two has improved somewhat. In the exchange of letters, they also found more and more things in common with each other. Hymirin's thirst for knowledge led the crown prince to search for many books for him, and through reading these, he gradually began to summarize some of his own thoughts.

The aroma of food wafted from the doorway, interrupting Hamirin's thoughts.

"Ah, Captain, you're here!" said a childish voice in front of him, and Hemirnine looked over. The hall was filled with people, soldiers and knights, civilians and monks, who conversed in small tones without breaking the order of the sacred place. Despite the large number of people, there is no such thing as the chaos and vulgarity of a country tavern.

In winter, Suomir had to light a bonfire day and night, and the huge semi-circular fireplace was lit to warm up, and the mercenaries gathered around to use it to roast sausages. The soldiers, who had been helping to clear the snow all morning, were so hungry that they needed large portions of food from the morning.

There was a "bang", and the little girl in the nun's garment, who had just spoken, placed the wooden basin with a large pile of rye bread on the long table because of the struggle. "I don't hurt my wrist, Aria. Hymirnin said with concern.

"It's okay, I'm pretty good. Alia looked up and smiled widely, "Aurora's children have been able to be independent since they were six years old, and I'm still a nun in the church!" she said, while Erica, who was eating bread next to her, added faintly: "Trainee nun," she said, and Alia snorted: "I don't listen to what the guy who eats and drinks." Then he turned his head and strode towards the interior of the kitchen.

"Come and sit down here. Erica beckoned to Hamirin, who was at the table with Licardo and Gaido.

"You're well fed, Knight, we've got accurate information here. It's time to go. Erica said as she tore the hard brown bread to soften the soup.

"Finally, I was run away by these guys last time, and I won't let it go again this time. Licardo slapped his fist, looking full of energy.

"Hahu"

The wind and snow were falling, and even though the moon of Siphink had risen, the surroundings were by no means bright.

"The bleeding has stopped! Fuck me, you bastard. Licardo's roar rang out behind him, his hair sticking to his face, and his eyes peeking through the slits were as fierce as a wolf.

"You fart..... What the am I ..... I won't die......" said Gedo lying on the ground in a thin voice, his chain mail stained with blood, and the leather on the outside of his armor had been torn apart by something, and the steel that had been riveted to it had been torn apart by the thing.

But the injuries were only minor, and Gedo's entire right arm was covered in blood. The felt of the cotton armor and the torn chain mail ring were mixed with the flesh, and the palm part of the hand, which was still intact, had been frozen purple and black because it had been placed in the snow.

"My hand....... Is it wasted......" He tried desperately to hold himself up, but Licardo pressed him back.

"Feet up, you've lost so much blood right now that you can't stand up. Cerebral blood supply is insufficient, and after the shock, Lao Tzu can't save it, cough, As he spoke, the group was now in a pass with a steep cliff next to it. And the pursuers behind him didn't know how to get rid of them in the blizzard and didn't stay here, but Gaido's situation was obviously not suitable for moving, and Licardo covered his mouth and shook his head.

"What to do, Captain. The equally tired knight next to him looked at Hamilin, waiting for him to give an answer.

Suomir's ships could not carry horses. The local nobles were uncooperative, and only a small number of their horses were transported by land, all of which were distributed by Hymirnin to the scouts, who were now separated.

The whole team carried more than 25 kilograms, and it was enough to walk on their own without horses. Coupled with mountaineering and fighting, as well as cold weather, many people are now starting to feel weak and lethargic.

"You are so arrogant. The words of the cultist Magister, who had been surrounded hours earlier, still echoed in his ears.

"Stupid Imperial people. ”

"You only believe in man-made false gods, and you know nothing about the true gods and the power of us, who are the family of gods. ”

"Ridiculous. ”

"This is an ancient, dark being than the gods you believe in. ”

"Immature and feeble Imperial knights, you have exhausted your imagination and have found it difficult to comprehend what you are about to face. ”

"Hahahahahaha

He let out an arrogant laugh, followed by a loud repetition of the same words in some ancient language.

And by the time they reacted, the knights had already begun to meet each other.

Psychic magic, these guys still have such a secret art

Divided into two groups, Hermilin's party didn't know what was happening to Erica, and they were attacked by the undead in the midst of their frenzied attacks of their own people. Only this time the undead are far from the dead animals that can be seen everywhere in the past, but some kind of darker and more terrifying existence.

They seem to be made to fight, move quickly and strike deadly.

And it is difficult to kill.

The spear was stabbed and broken, and even if it pierced the body, the wound would heal immediately as soon as it was pulled out.

With its brute strength, it is capable of shattering a basswood shield and sending a 100-kilogram knight flying with a single blow. With no horses to charge with their guns, they can't pull away and can't use their mobility and impact to crush their opponents. Foot combat was crushed by physique, and armor could not withstand the mighty brute force.

After the leather armor riveted with steel bars is torn apart, all that remains is the protection of soft chain mail and cotton armor.

The cushion did everything it could to protect the armorer, but the remaining knights were still almost all wounded. Most of them are bruises, and a few are broken and dislocated.

Scarred.

These guys are more terrifying than they think, they are not afraid and even go crazy to face death. Even the magister summoned these monsters at the cost of his own body falling apart.

It was the result of over-exploiting one's own magical power, and the entire human body was distorted and deformed, starting from the whole body to decompose.

It is unimaginable how painful this process is, but in the midday sun, Haymiring and the knights around him could see it clearly, and his crazy face was still smiling until the moment it was torn apart by his own violent magic.

The firmness of these cultists' beliefs and their decisiveness in sacrificing their lives are terrifying.

What happened to Erica's troops, Hamirnin didn't have time to think about it, because they were already unable to protect themselves at the moment.

With the frantic troops and all sorts of scurrying monsters, they don't even know how many of them are still alive.

Along with Hymirin, there were only about thirty veteran members of the group, and all of them were injured and physically and mentally exhausted. Especially Gedo, who single-handedly killed two monsters, the price he paid is not clear, but he has also summed up a set of effective solutions.

Melee Slash.

The monsters are at the core, on the chest, but are protected by thick bone plates. The core point is some kind of powerful magic that repairs tissues, so stabs are not very effective, and they will start repairing as soon as the weapon is drawn.

If you can only drain them until the mana is exhausted and they can't regenerate, the knights are sure to lose. Therefore, the best way to do this is to chop and amputate with a melee weapon, and after kicking the severed part away, it will naturally die after a while and can no longer be repaired.

However, a knight's sword, which is only one meter long, is not a suitable weapon, which is why Gaido is so badly injured. If you have to get close to attack, you'll put yourself in danger.

"My right hand...... Scrapped....... ......" is a man who stands up to the sky, but when he says this, he almost feels like he wants to cry.

"No, don't give the fuck. We'll find a way out. Licardo looked at his hands that had been frozen purple and black, apparently dead, and gritted his teeth and looked at Hamirin.

"Let's move. Hymirinen and Licardo nodded at the same time, and the two knights immediately untied their shields and spears to make an improvised stretcher. Gaido's right hand hung limply to the side, he couldn't even make the sound of pain, and he only felt the heat in his body in the blizzard.

"Put it on him. Hamirnin untied his cloak, and Licardo took Gaido's hand and placed it on his chest, then put the woollen cloak over him.

"Commander, there's a light ahead!"

"All of you are on guard, I don't know if it's the enemy or"

"It's a lantern, it seems to be a nearby villager. ”

"Hymirin, Gedo has fainted!"

"Hymirin?" was a woman, who raised the lantern and illuminated the crowd in front of her.

"Bishop's costume, you are"

Sani ....... Ya. Hamirinn lowered her sword.

"Roar" Something roared in the wind and snow behind him.

"It's the light of the lantern, and it's seen it!"

"Come with me!" Sania ran over and grabbed Hymirin's hand.

Then the crowd ran forward.