A long war.

The Darkblade Knights fell one by one, the Lancet Knights also suffered casualties, and even Richard's Constructed Knights equipped with Savage Strikes fell in three. Because of their strength, the followers have not been seriously injured for the time being, but their fighting spirit and magic have bottomed out, and their form is becoming more and more critical. Richard had already brought back the Knights of the Grim Blade, who were entangled with the Templars, and all the troops were condensed into a single unit, like a coiled viper, which was bound to be fatal with each attack.

The light comes and goes.

Groups of Silver Knights and Templars stepped out of the light and slashed at Richard, and more than a dozen angels were flying in the sky, swooping down from time to time, slashing out a sword or summoning a bolt of thunder to strike their opponents. But more angels are busy dealing with lightning falling from higher in the sky. There were already more than ten clusters of starry well thunderclouds there, and lightning continued to shoot down. The lightning bolts were as powerful as fists, and a single blow was enough to kill the Templar and injure the Silver Knight. If it weren't for the fact that most of the lightning bolts were stopped by the angels, the Silver Knights would have suffered heavy casualties.

Even with the help of distracted thinkers, Richard is quite difficult to command at the moment, and he himself is one of the important combat forces, and he has to block the fatal blow for his subordinates. The smile on Martin's face was long gone, and sweat poured down from him, wetting his curly blonde hair and keeping it clinging to his forehead. The tome was still turning rapidly, and fires flashed from the pages. Each flash of fire means the appearance of a group of summoned warriors, and also means the destruction of a page of sacred scriptures.

The summoned warriors charged at Richard from all sides, and opposite them were a killing machine composed of Darkblade Knights, Constructed Knights, and Followers. Let these summoned warriors ruin miè as quickly as they appeared. But each wave of summoned warriors brought losses to Richard, and his formation became noticeably thin.

For a moment, Richard himself was a little shaken and wanted to give up this war with no end in sight. But he immediately strengthened his confidence, and if he held on a little longer, he would be closer to victory. Richard hadn't heard of anything that could summon warriors forever. No matter how mysterious Martin's origin is, no matter how powerful the artifact in his hand is, it is impossible to surpass the legendary mage Su Helen in summoning. Richard used his teacher as the standard, as long as the total number of warriors summoned by Martin exceeded eighty percent of Su Helen's strength, Richard was ready to retreat immediately.

At this moment, the two sides are already a contest of wills.

One by one, Richard's super-elites fell, and Martin's holy scriptures were burning. For a moment, it is impossible to tell who will lose more. But by secular standards, it is clear that the value of the holy scriptures is higher.

The Silver Knights and Angels summoned are still in their prime, but Richard's knights will be tired and their fighting spirit will be consumed. The Darkblade Knights have also bottomed out, and they have begun to use their bodies to block the swords of their opponents stabbing at the Constructed Knights or their followers.

At this time, Richard had already regarded the Darkblade Knight as a consumable. The view of the brood has always been clear, and those who have souls, whether they are born or divinely condensed, can be seen as human beings. Soulless are all consumables. And it tactfully reminded Richard that throughout the history of Noland and Farrow, in the eyes of famous generals and politicians, soldiers were all expendables.

But now seeing those Darkblade Knights die with their opponents under his orders, Richard still has a faint sadness in his heart.

By this time, the war had become a mere strangulation. The remnants of the city defense army once thought they saw an opportunity, and rushed in an hour earlier to flank the attack, only to be slaughtered in an instant. The generals of the city defense army fell victim to the splash.

On the high steps of the temple, another page was turned over the sacred text. In a dry, hoarse voice, Martin chanted, "The Lord says...... There are no knights left. ”

"What?" the bishop next to him was groggy and woke up at the sound of these words, and could hardly believe his ears.

Martin was also stunned before he realized what he had just said. He glanced at the holy book in his hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "There are indeed no knights. ”

"That'...... Then we ......" the bishop looked at the battle. The priests were still mechanically casting their divine powers, and like the bishops, their divine powers had already been unleashed, and now the sacred aura of the Grand Temple of St. Louis was pouring into them, and the priests were using it to continue to cast divine magic. They used their bodies as carriers, which were inevitably damaged, and it is not known how many of them would survive after the end of the war.

"We ......," Martin muttered, stroking the canon.

The bishop paused the scepter in his hand and said resolutely, "Lord Martin, leave at once with the holy scriptures!

With that, the bishop rushed toward the battlefield below. But as soon as he took a step, he was pulled by Martin. The young cardinal smiled again and said, "Since there are no knights even for my lord, let us surrender!"

"Surrender?" Richelieu could not believe his ears again.

"Yes, surrender. ”

So the war ended suddenly.

Richard slays the last angel and finds that there is no opponent left. And his knights also suffered heavy casualties, ten knights in construction, more than fifty Luoqi in construction were killed in battle, and only four hundred knights of the dark edge remained.

Without the Silver Knights and Templars, the square immediately seemed much empty. There were corpses everywhere around the square and on the steps of the temple, but there was not much blood, and the ground was charred black, the traces of the divine power burned after the death of the warriors summoned by the Holy Codex. Richard looked up at the main entrance of the temple, which was full of staggering priests and a dozen remaining Templar knights. They stared blankly at the object they were fighting for, and they were at a loss for a moment.

Martin was holding the holy text in one hand and a white cloth in the other, waving it desperately. Looking at his happy expression and cheerful movements, Richard could not connect him to the young cardinal who had just driven him to a corner.

Richard jumped off the unicorn, dragged the divine slash, and walked towards the temple gate. Richard walked all the way up to Martin, looked at the white cloth that was still waving happily, frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Surrender! Continental signs, isn't it?" replied Martin.

Martin smiled brightly, even with a look of jubilation, as if surrender was something to look forward to.

This made Richard not happy at all: "But...... Can you be so happy to surrender?"

Martin didn't seem to understand Richard's sarcasm, and said, "Of course, isn't it a joy that I can finally confirm that I have surrendered, and that the soldiers on both sides will not have to die anymore?"

“...... Truly. Richard found himself unable to find the words to refute him.

Richard ignored Martin and turned back and said, "Sema, you take people to occupy the temple and search carefully. Gangde, you go to the Earl's Court and take over the city defense ......"

The Bishop saw Richard with his back to him, raised his staff suddenly, and slammed it down on the back of Richard's head! Richard held the staff in his left hand, and the divine slash of his right hand rested on the bishop's neck. Richard didn't care about the bishop, but his eyes fell on Martin.

Martin stood where he was, but he didn't move, and he was too obedient.

Richard snorted, slowly withdrew the Divine Slash, and said to the Bishop, "You have great courage. ”

"Because I have faith. The bishop replied awe-inspiringly, not afraid that Richard could kill himself at any moment.

Richard turned to the knights in costume and said, "Look at them." Then he walked himself into the temple.

Unexpectedly, Martin somehow followed up and said to Richard, "Lord Richard, wait for me!"

Richard stood still, glanced at Martin, then at the knights, and said, "You're not easy!"

Richard had the Constructed Knight look at the Bishop and Martin, but they kept an eye on the Bishop, who had lost his power, and ignored Martin and let him run to Richard's side.

Martin smiled: "There are indeed some skills that can be proud of themselves. If I was mentioned in the Great Temple of Divine Radiance, I would still have some fame. ”

Richard nodded, and continued to walk deeper into the temple, looking at the historic sculptures and murals in the temple, and asked, "What do you want?"

Martin said, "I should have asked you this question, Your Excellency Richard." You must have traveled thousands of miles to St. Louis for a special purpose. But don't tell me, you want to occupy Thoble and St. Louis. You only have 500 men left, do you want to hold this place?"

"I'm going to see if there's anything worth taking here, like that weapon. Richard said, pointing to a statue of a Templar. The warrior was wielding a two-handed greatsword, with a row of sacred runes engraved on the spine, the blade was not very sharp, but the holy light could be seen circulating from time to time.

Martin praised: "Good eyesight! This sword is a relic left by a famous warrior during the Creation War. He used this weapon to kill two Legends. Although this sword is of average workmanship, it is superior in its materials, and it has been in the temple of St. Louis for thousands of years, and it has been thoroughly refined by divine power inside and out, and it has great power when dealing with demons, undead creatures, and evil creatures. With this sword, you can even directly kill the Great Devil. But are you sure any of your men can use this sword? The owner of this sword is originally an ancient giant, and the ogre under your command is tall enough, but it is definitely an evil creature that can't use this sword. ”

This greatsword has many advantages, and it is indeed as Martin said. It's just that its size is too big, more than four meters in length and nearly one meter in width, and it is indeed suitable for only giants. Because of this, this giant sword has been placed here all along, and no one has ever used it. (To be continued)