While Hyde and the others were fiercely fighting against the Chaotic Chosen One, another fierce battle was in full swing in the station. Everywhere there was flickering firelight, smoke of brimstone, and the wails of men and beasts, and the whole station seemed to turn into a boiling soup pot.

When half of the wooden tower collapsed, eleven soldiers were killed on the spot, and both snake cannons were destroyed. However, Director Mount survived with only minor injuries. The bald old officer didn't care about his own injuries, and immediately organized the defenders to retreat to both sides, and ordered the only remaining curved cannon to deal a head-on blow to the huge chaos beast that destroyed the main entrance of the station, and the huge explosion tore open the two tentacles of the chaos beast, and blood and flesh were splattered everywhere.

But what is more strange is that this nine-foot-tall creature that stretches out his tentacles and pincers more than ten feet long, like a mountain of corpses piled up seems to be crazy. After struggling to rush over and destroy the cannon, it hurried back to the outside of the city walls to devour the corpses of the other beasts, and burrowed into the ground with all its might, digging and digging in the earth. There seems to be no intention of storming the station.

But for Director Mount, this is no time for curiosity. With hundreds of Chaos centaurs and dozens of Kugan cavalry, as well as four fierce Chaos Minotaurs and their commanders--- Chaos Dancer Leilia had opened a ten-foot-wide gap in the wooden wall on the flanks of the station, swarming into it, sowing death and fear. This forced the experienced veteran officer to abandon the front of the station and retreat to the core hospital of the station for defense.

It was a lightning attack, and when the bloody battle in front of the station reached its climax, the cold and glamorous Chaos Dancing Queen lurked silently, approaching a distance of about forty paces from the city wall. She seized the opportunity to temporarily blind most of the defenders on the south wall with a powerful flash of dazzling magical lightning. And the accurate salvo of the strong bows of the lower Makugan cavalry, which was also lurking, immediately followed, almost instantly destroying half of the defenders on the southern wall. Immediately afterward, the beautiful blue-haired girl unleashed an instantaneous furious magic on the Chaos Minotaur who was carrying the giant tree and screaming wildly, and they were surrounded by demon snakes with the power of a landslide to break through the wooden wall with the giant wooden city breaker, and the senior knight in charge of the defense of the south wall was directly shattered by another minotaur after slashing the arm of one minotaur. The defenses of the southern wall collapsed completely, and the hordes of Chaos centaurs and elite Gore warriors shouted and stormed into the station, cutting down all the armed men in front of them, and rushing through one tent after another, as if everything had come to an end.

But the appearance of Loren Sr. changed all that. The red-armoured, white-haired old warrior calmly led dozens of soldiers to the scene, knocked over a crowd of centaurs with a beautiful and fierce volley of muskets, and then led the halberdiers and knights on foot into the waves of the Chaos Beasts. The old knight's greatsword swung like a blood-colored whirlwind of death, and with a single blow, it slashed the throat of the minotaur who rushed at the front like lightning, and the three-meter-and-a-half black berserk beast let out a miserable wail, slamming its huge body forward a few steps, and then crashing to the ground, blood spurting like a spring.

Kugan archers swarmed with arrows, centaur javelins rained down like a torrent of rain, and many infantry staggered and fell. But the sixty-year-old hero was as agile as a leopard, his crimson figure was lightning in the rain of death, not a javelin or arrow could hit him, his sword was like a blood-colored storm and like a giant python, swaying the storm of death in the chaos of the army! The blue ponytailed Chaos Dancer silently chanted a strange incantation, and the purple and pink magic demon snakes danced and pounced on the old man, but they were all scattered one by one by the storm of the blood-colored giant sword, which made the scantily clad cold witch also can't help but exclaim, and hurriedly called for the minotaur in several other directions to rush to help.

Old Loren's immense might had stalled the Chaos Beasts' offensive, and Director Mount had led two hundred soldiers retreating from the main gate to support from the flank. With their combined efforts, they temporarily blocked the attack of the Chaos Beasts, and were able to cover the incapable wounded and nurses to retreat into the wooden fence of the central hospital.

While the storm of war swept through the entire station, a wooden house in the central hospital of the station was as quiet as the eye of the storm, and if you looked closely, you could see white gorgeous runes dancing on the outer wall of the wooden house, as if to indicate something.

The interior of this wooden house is about 160 square meters, and it is a relatively standard square shape, with a height of about 4 meters. The walls of the hut are smooth chalk-painted, with a wooden statue of the goddess of medicine, Sharya, on one side, and long, narrow, arched windows covered with yellow parchment on the other three sides. Most of the hospital beds were pushed around, leaving the center of the house empty, with only a wooden bed and an altar table in the middle. More than a dozen women in white floor-length dresses stood around the wooden bed, mostly praying, and orange fires danced from several copper candlesticks, reflecting their beautiful and solemn cheeks. "Mr. Greenhill, I'm ready. ”

Lala, the maid of the Sharya Temple in a white dress, rubbed her hands a little nervously, and reported her situation to the brown-haired woman in front of her, who had changed into a pure white gorgeous pleated off-the-shoulder long dress like an evening dress, spread out her short hair, and had a solemn expression on her face. The fifteen-year-old girl had hurried here after receiving an urgent notice from Greenhill, and she hurriedly changed into the temple dress according to her teacher's order, and waited with some trepidation for the order of the Venerable High Priest of the Sharya Temple. "Don't be nervous, you're a very talented person. I'm sure you'll do well. ”

The beautiful woman named Greenhill smiled and touched the petite girl's head to put her at ease.

"Lala, I sense you're worried about your grandpa and brother, right?"

Greenhill's kind voice caressed Lala's heart like a spring breeze, which made the girl's cheeks involuntarily red, she pursed her lips tightly, nodded gently, the melancholy in her heart was like a small fish circling, and her long eyelashes drooped.

"Don't worry, your grandfather was a heroic warrior who was famous twenty years ago, and your brother is no ordinary person. In a sense, I felt that there was an indescribable majestic peak in his chest, and maybe he would be the one who would be written down in history! Well, or rather, a few forces lurked and hid deep in his heart, which surprised me at the time! A few little beasts were just a stepping stone for him! Teacher's intuition has always been very accurate! Teacher, I am the excavator of Marshal Yang----- don't you know?"

Greenhill laughed merrily, and intimately took Lara into her arms, and whispered to Lara in her sweet and sly voice, as casually as a happy older sister playing with her little sister. Her voice and posture were so relaxed and calm, it was not like being in a military station surrounded by wild beasts and war, but on a sunny afternoon tea time.

"En......"

Lara gently replied to the teacher's smile. Greenhill hugged her tightly, her head resting on Greenhill's plump breasts, her cheeks pressed against the soft, warm skin, and the heartbeat and breathing of the beautiful pastor could be heard. The girl felt an incomparable sense of warmth and stability flowing through her body, as if she was in the intimate embrace of a loving mother, which made the girl's restless heart gradually calm down, as if the shouts of killing outside were with

"Okay, come on, do it with everyone, remember the ones you did before, remember the ones I just taught you. There is nothing difficult about this, because the glorious Sharya is the goddess of mercy and love, and she will hear our pious call. ”

Greenhill kissed Lala on the forehead and pulled her toward the magic circle beside the wooden bed. The white magic array shone with a warm light, and there were already two seats left around the priestesses and maids in white dresses and long skirts. Greenhill stood up for one, and then motioned for Lara to stand in the last vacant seat beside her, which made Lara hesitate slightly, but finally stood up firmly.

"O Lord, Lord, of mercy and love, Lord, of healing and rebirth, may O Noble Hears our pious voice!"

Greenhill began to pray, her dexterous hands sparkling in the air in the form of ornate heraldic shapes. And the surrounding maids also began to pray one by one, releasing the power of the glorious Sharya, and the whole wooden house became brighter and brighter, like day. And the magic array under their feet also rotated, like a brilliant white wheel of light.

As the prayer progressed, little angelic wings of light rose at Greenhill's feet. The wings fluttered joyfully like butterflies, circling around the beautiful High Priest, drawing a brilliant arc in the air. Then, a bright red ball of light flashed between the light wheels under her feet, like a drop of blood, with a warm wind and power, making her long dress and short brown hair rise and fly, and the countless butterfly-like wings of light jumped happily around, red and white pillars of light reflected her beautiful face, and a few drops of sweat ran down her forehead.