Many's current strength allowed him to ignore such a threat. They were just a bunch of religious lunatics, nothing to worry about.
However, he did not know that he had unintentionally triggered an ancient group of people.
…
"A letter from Holy Knight Wade." Sylvia reached out her hand and handed the letter with the special wax seal of the Lambas Vatican to Flora, who was busy at her desk. The latter did not even raise her head, but Sylvia knew that she was really busy. Sylvia did not say anything else and said softly, "Rest early, I'll be leaving now."
"Okay, good night."
Flora's voice sounded conflicted and hesitant. She didn't dare to lift her head. She forced her eyes to stay on the long scroll in front of her. Even though she couldn't understand what was written on it, the two children's eyes were still scanning it.
"Click."
The sound of the door closing.
Like a loosened bowstring, Flora let out a sigh of relief and threw the scroll on the table. She leaned back on the armchair tiredly and rubbed between her eyebrows.
She was troubled. Troubled that she did not know how to face Sylvia.
Be friendly?
Whenever Flora thought about how Wade would treat her when he came back, she could not help but feel a throbbing pain in her heart. However, she could not do anything over the line. The empress would not bend her knee for a man. Flora had told herself many times to be more forceful, but in the end, she realized that she did not have the iron-fisted and merciless traits of a qualified politician.
Forget it. I'm just a little woman. I still need him to conquer half of my empire.
Being an empress was really quite a stretch.
Picking up the letter, Flora repeatedly told herself to calm down. Then, she tore open the letter with some difficulty.
It was just a few lines, but Flora almost broke out in a cold sweat.
"Pass the order!"
She stood up and shouted towards the outside of the room. There was an unavoidable hint of excitement in her voice.
The dark clouds of war were finally here.
* * *
Chris looked at the map in front of him and rubbed his chin. No one knew what he was thinking.
In front of him was an enormous sand table. This wasn't a miniature battle map that was created by piling up real mud and sand, but a complete illusion.
From Chris's point of view, he could see the entire Empire of Saint Reims, including the Azura Forest in the east, the Lambas Church behind the forest, and the Velun Kingdom in the north.
Of course, the Velun Kingdom had already turned black, and the color that represented the Abyss and the Undead army was still expanding.
There were clouds floating above the sand table, which was exactly the same as the real environment. There were even rain clouds above the Azura Jungle. Everything looked like a satellite.
"He's actually heading this way?"
Chris gently scratched the top of the map. The white bone finger sprinkled a blurry light, but a greyish-black trail appeared in the middle of the Azura Forest. Then, the uncomfortably dark color penetrated the Azura Forest and rushed straight to the north of the Empire of Saint Reims – Winricton.
"Why do they all want this tough bone?
Tsk tsk … "
Creston waved his hand and disappeared from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already in the space he created, looking down at the world beneath his feet like a god.
In fact, objectively speaking, he was the real God here.
Time flowed at a different speed here compared to the outside world.
After a few years of fighting, these warriors had been reduced from the original 20,000 to about 7,000. What had become of this group of people now?
Monsters.
A group of monsters.
How great was the potential of humans?
Eccleston had used his god-like strength to create a perfect experiment.
He eliminated the weak and selected the winners to undergo further training and training to become stronger.
If a Professional could reach the 8th rank by relying on countless battles and a good training method, then the experience and strength of this group of soldiers were beyond common sense.
The lowest was the 7th rank.
This was the standard of the 7,000 soldiers. Among them, more than 300 were at the 8th rank and three were at the 9th rank.
If this was an army, then it would be an iron army, indestructible and indestructible.
It was hard to imagine what kind of devastation and training they had gone through in the daily battles to reach where they were today. Now, Eccleston was going to release this army that had been suppressed for a long time and had almost broken away from the category of "human" from the closed space.
Like opening a magic box, Chris's intention was not just to watch the show. He wanted a lot of things, but he just lacked an excuse to get them.
After all, the contract still had a certain effect.
The eyes of the soldiers were a little dull. These people didn't seem to be tired at all. On the contrary, they looked very strong. None of them had any excess fat on their bodies, nor did they have exaggerated bulging muscles. On the contrary, the bodies of these soldiers were like steel that had been tempered thousands of times and tempered through mountains of blades and seas of blood.
It could be said that among these 7,000 soldiers, each of them had more than a thousand wounds on their body.
They were fighting every day. What kind of frequency was this?
After nearly a thousand battles, the soldiers were so numb that they were almost robots. They seemed to have lost the most basic emotions and were only obeying the orders of their superiors mechanically. As a result, they did not think about whether their superiors were still the same as before.
All the soldiers stood up like robots and looked at the elite undead army descending from the distance. It was difficult for them to change their expressions.
However, today's battle seemed to be a little different from the past. The shadows of the undead gradually became invisible as they walked, and this strange phenomenon didn't seem to surprise the soldiers. Following the orders of their superiors, they quickly changed their formation. The scouts immediately began to clean up the land around them for scouting. The swords in their hands hadn't been damaged even after three years of hacking, and they didn't care about that anymore. They numbly and mechanically prepared for battle.
But nothing seemed to happen. The clouds in the sky floated faintly and the wind blew.
Then, someone discovered something unusual.
The scenery around them changed. For the first time in three years, the clouds in the sky changed. The smell of grass in the air seemed to become real for the first time.
What's going on?
They tried their best to open their eyes. There seemed to be something flying in the distance. When they looked up, it was actually a group of birds flapping their wings.
They lowered their heads. The insects on the ground lay quietly on the grass. The direction of the grass assaulted their nostrils. It was as clear and intense as ever.
They're back?
The soldiers looked around doubtfully. At this moment, their superior issued an order. "Assemble. Prepare to attack!"