The Tower of St. White.

Innedil sat down on the couch, sweating through.

Even with the help of the White Tower, it is not an easy task to project the divine power thousands of miles away. He took a few quick breaths, spread out the map, dipped his pen in ink, and drew a cross at the location of the city of Frodo.

"Is that all?" the Pale Lord, who was silently watching him, suddenly asked.

An inexplicable word, but Inedil understands the deep meaning contained in it. When the Divine Array was arranged, the Bright Sect was ambushed. Detonating the power of faith in it and burning the enemy's jade is just one of them. In the top-secret texts, there are also more ruthless methods, which can only be launched by the controller of the White Tower.

"Teacher, you ...... You know?" Innedil asked, standing up. After a short break, he regained his vitality.

"If I'm not mistaken, in addition to the 'Burning City Fire', there should also be the 'Blood Faith', right?" the Pale Lord smiled indifferently, "With your current strength, there is no question of whether you can launch it, so that is...... Can't bear it?"

"Uh, this ......" Innedir hesitated for a moment, speechless.

"My dear student," a smile appeared on the stone statue's face, which looked unusually cold, "all this time, you have been asking me how to turn the tide of battle and defend the glory of the gods, and now, I can tell you unequivocally that there is a way, but I'm afraid, you don't have enough courage to use it." ”

"Teacher, I am not lacking in courage. Inedil immediately retorted that he was actually a person who cared a lot about other people's opinions.

"Well, I'll ask you," said the Pale Lord, "if that's it. Do you have to sacrifice yourself and be willing?"

"I do," said the white-robed blonde archbishop, without hesitation, in a sonorous tone, "I am favored by the gods. If you can die generously for this, you will be lucky. ”

"If we sacrifice you, isn't it enough?" asked the Pale Lord unhurriedly, "What if you need to sacrifice ten men, or a hundred, to defeat Snowton?"

"There's nothing to say about that," said Innedir firmly, "ten men and a hundred men, compared to one country." I still know which is more important and which is more important. ”

"Since you know that ten people and a hundred people are not as good as one country, is a small city of Frodo more important than the overall situation?" the Pale Lord rebuked, "In the face of the great enemy of life and death, return to the mother-in-law and mother-in-law." The Kindness of the Woman...... Don't you understand that only the strong. Do you have the power of mercy, or do you think that the Snowton Empire is the weak?"

"I—" As he pondered these words, Innedil was startled and did not know what to answer.

"You?" the statue slowly turned its head. Staring at him.

"I, this is the activation of the 'Scarlet Faith'......" Innedil hesitated for a moment, and walked forward, the divine power around him echoing like a tide. The slender tower once again rippled with blazing white light. In the afterglow of the setting sun, it is like a spear piercing the sky.

"One last question," said the Pale Lord's voice, low and distant, "if Ian has a hundred men, you must kill forty of them in order to save the remaining sixty, do you do it, or do you not do it?" ”

With that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Only His Excellency the Archbishop of the Holy See remained, and in the fierce wind, he was suddenly independent.

The gates are wide open!

The "Horizontal Knife Battalion" stormed the city wall and opened up a forward position. The "Iron Warriors" stormed the walls and opened the gates from the inside. Snowton's two major strides and elites combined to attack, and Frodo City was defeated on all fronts.

Outside the city, the long-awaited units of the Southern Expeditionary Army frantically poured into the city. Although King Nacini ruled his army very strictly and did not kill at will, for the soldiers at the bottom, it was worth it to be able to plunder some property. Moreover, generally speaking, as long as there is no big mess, the military judge will turn a blind eye.

In the southern countries, the people have always been rich. Frodo, the county seat, is also a prosperous scene with rows of buildings and roads leading in all directions. But when the flames of war ignite and the iron hooves fall, every bit of the past will turn into a dream.

Another contingency has exacerbated this transformation process.

The first omen was a few bells ringing in mid-air. Unlike the grand and solemn bells, the sound is faint and ethereal, and it seems to have a little charm flavor.

Then, there was a whisper from the city, and from a distance, it sounded like countless mosquitoes were buzzing. Snowton soldiers, or those who don't believe in the god of light, can't hear the specifics at all. But the believers in the city raised their heads at the same time, and a raging fire burned in their pupils.

Not white, but blood-red.

Blood-red flames, blood-red eyes, crazy blood, crazy battle spirit!

After a short pause, Frodo City, hundreds of thousands of residents, using an object that could be used as a weapon, frantically rushed towards Snowton's army.

If you can beat it, you will fight, and if you can't beat it, you will fight hard. Even though they lost their lives, their corpses, lying on the cold ground, still looked up at the blood-colored sky with a strange expression of happiness.

Is it the Lord of Light who has extended a hand of redemption to them, or is it the beautiful kingdom of heaven, the souls that are waiting for them to ascend? No one knows what these people saw before they died.

And the Snowton army didn't have time to think about it, and after the initial panic, they involuntarily made the same choice. Draw your sword and give these madmen the end of death.

When it was, the sunset was all over the sky, and the remnant sun was like blood.

The first big city conquered by Snowton since he went south was filled with blood.

"What is happening in the city?" asked King Nacini sharply from the high platform.

"Tell your majesty that all the inhabitants of the city, as if they all, have become...... Fanatic," the herald finally found a suitable word, and he fell on one knee and replied, "They are frantically besieging the Imperial army, and the warriors who have entered the city are fighting back. ”

"Fight back, can we still kill them all?" King Nacini pondered for a moment, and then resolutely ordered, "Order all the troops to withdraw from the city of Frodo immediately and seal the gates...... Let those guys fend for themselves!"

The herald departed, and King Nacini and Bilano, who was beside him, looked at each other with a slight worry on their faces.

If every city conquered in the future is like this, then what is the significance of Snowton's southern expedition?

Kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 yourself, Innedir's hand is too vicious.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）