In the silent prayer room, where there was nothing but sunlight streaming in through the windows, on the cold stone table lay an old, but incomparably thick copy of the Radiant Proverbs, an ancient parchment book spread out on the table, half in the sunlight, half in shadow.

The little priest Weber Alexander, who stood at the stone table, struggled to read the words on it—the parchment had been yellowed and wrinkled by the traces of time, and the words had begun to blur, and the little priest had to squint his eyes to read the bits and pieces of the precious records and commentaries written down by the sages.

"Is there any confusion about getting up so early, my child?" the old and frail voice came from behind him, and the little priest who was preoccupied was stunned, and quickly turned around and stroked his chest and saluted, still with a little trepidation: "Have you disturbed your rest, Archbishop Castro?"

"Hehe, you'll understand when you're older...... If an old man doesn't get up early every day, how long can he really live in this world?" Archbishop Castro smiled self-deprecatingly, and staggered into the prayer room with a cane, and Webb, who had an embarrassed expression, hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man.

"Ah...... It is this book, the oldest of the Radiant Proverbs, compiled from the time when His Majesty Levy Marcheirus led his knights to the land and became rulers of Turin. A smile appeared on the wrinkled face of Archbishop Castro, who was supported by Weber: "Under every line of proverbs, there are annotations from the archbishops of the past. I even remember what my mentor, the previous Archbishop of Skafor, wrote about. ”

"So, what do you want to look for in these old words? ”

"I want to find answers. I want to find the answer to everything I have witnessed in the Radiant Proverbs. Webber licked the corners of his mouth and replied softly, then bowed his head in shame: "But my intellect is too shallow to comprehend those words full of profound philosophies, so I thought this book might be able to help me." ”

For Weber Alexander, the greatest advantage of being a relic-in-service to His Royal Highness Prince Anson was to be able to walk into any room of the Radiant Cross and read any book in the name of the royal family.

Hearing this answer, Archbishop Castro suddenly let out a long sigh: "You worship that young knight fiercely - it is also for him that you agreed to the request of His Royal Highness the Prince, you should have planned to refuse before, am I right?"

"I am a priest of the Radiant Cross, an archbishop. Weber's expression struggled a little, and he lowered his head and didn't want to look into the other party's eyes: "The doctrine guides us, we can't worship anyone, only the Radiant Cross is the only object of our worship." ”

"But you believe, or rather believe, that there is some kind of mission in him, a mission given to him by the Radiant Cross. The old man's voice remained calm: "You're not here to find any answers, you're here to find evidence that proves it, and that's the real reason why you want to flip through this book." ”

The little priest, with his head bowed, was silent, waiting for the archbishop's punishment like a prisoner who had confessed his sins. The old man just patted his head and looked at the pious young man in front of him with a helpless smile: "But...... Who can prove you wrong?"

"What do you mean ......"

"I still can't agree with what you're saying, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop you—the Radiant Proverbs are in your heart, and only you know what kind of commentary is the true explanation. The old man's eyes glanced at the ancient book on the stone table: "As for what others say, it can only be used as a reference." ”

"Bang!" With a dull sound and a little smoke, the old man's big withered hand closed the book. The voice that echoed in the prayer room kept knocking on the little priest's heart, as if it were a wake-up call, and he shook his whole body!

.................. "Boom-!!!"

The roar of the earth shaking and shaking echoed in the sky above Bright Star City, and the originally solid and heavy city wall trembled violently in the terrible bombardment after another, the twisted cracks spread little by little, and the smoke and dust raised rose with the wind in a crumbling rubble, and the defenders who remained on the city wall fell from the city wall screaming and were buried under the rubble, only the stump and broken arm and splattered blood were still on it.

Under the near-non-stop bombardment of the trebuchets of the Turin Expeditionary Force, the fragile ancient city walls were finally completely reduced to a pile of ruins, destroyed like an avalanche!

This wall directly north was built by blocking the original city gate, not only is it so fragile that it can collapse with just a few rounds of bombardment, but also because of the original construction time, there are not many arrow towers that can provide protection for it, because when the city wall is built, Bright Star City does not need to consider that there will be enemies attacking from the north!

The deafening roar gradually stopped, and the smoke and dust gradually faded, leaving a large gap in the completely destroyed city wall that was at least a few tens of meters wide!

"The Radiant Cross is with us!" Sir Leonardo took a deep breath, and his sharp sword was immediately unsheathed, hugging behind him, and the dozens of Knights of the Sacred Tree who had been waiting for a long time immediately raised their riding spears in their hands, and waited with great excitement for the upcoming order.

Almost like a fuse, the Turin Expeditionary Force gathered behind Leonardo Cambrai let out a chorus of shouts, as if they were all cheering for the crumbling walls!

"The Radiant Cross is with us!" Viscount Otto, who was riding a war horse, also walked with a cavalry spear with a black shield and a gun flag, "Do you really believe the nonsense that the mercenary leader said?"

"I don't believe it, but I only believe in one other thing. Sir Leonardo smiled heroically: "Today, we will definitely capture the Bright Star City, and when the sun goes down, the highest place in the city must be hoisting the Flame Goshawk Banner!"

"There are most likely traps behind the walls, and it is impossible for the enemy not to know whether their walls are strong or weak, they will certainly be prepared. Viscount Otto paused and raised his riding spear: "Let the knights of the Kwen family be the vanguard, no matter what they plan to do, we will be at the forefront!"

"Listen to me, old Kwin. Sir Leonardo frowned: "You are also an old man, this kind of place is not worth gambling on the honor of your whole life, in case you ......"

"If I die here, someone will inherit the Hague Castle, and as for my daughter......" The old man pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, "Maybe if I die here, I can make her think that I am still a good father." ”

Sighing softly, and glancing at the army behind him, Leonardo knew that it was pointless to say anything at such a time - they had chosen to entrust their fate to themselves and the Radiant Cross, and to lead them to life, or a glorious death was the only thing they could do!

"Turines—!" Sir Leonardo puffed out his chest and shouted at the army with his sword raised, "Follow me, no matter which of us will lie here forever today, plant the flaming goshawk banner on the head of the city of Bright Stars - let the scum of Dominica understand what the will of the Radiant Cross is!!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!!"

At the sound of a shout, the hordes of knights roared and raised the spear banners in their hands, and the rolling thunder that poured down like a flood thundered on the ground, and the wind howled like a storm to the gap in the wall.

And just behind the city wall, the Dominic soldiers who had been assembled early were also ready, one after another heavy infantry phalanx formed a terrible column of guns, anxiously and extremely nervously waiting, their hands clutching the handles of their guns and shields were already soaked in cold sweat.

Hundreds of swallow-tailed flags and heraldic flags swept up in the sky and shook the earth with a trembling roar.

"Charge, charge, the Radiant Cross bless us!" Otto Kwen roared hoarsely, "God bless Turin!"