Such a terrifying commander would be a terrifying nightmare for anyone who was being invaded. However, it seemed that the other authoritative figures on the continent didn't realize what they were about to face.
A white house stood in the center of the military camp in an unimaginable manner. In this world of ice and snow, there seemed to be a holy aura that only the Holy Land of Ciaran had. Or perhaps it should not be called "holy", but indescribably oppressive and solemn. It seemed that everyone who laid their eyes on it would involuntarily pause their heart for a moment.
It was too ordinary, but not ordinary at the same time.
The style was simple, and the entire body was pure white. It had the same sense of alienation as Ciaran's house. The guards did not wear the armor that ordinary soldiers wore. Instead, they wore plain robes without any metal parts, simple and natural.
The hood shrouded their faces in darkness. Even though they were standing at the outermost edge of the house, their strength was unfathomable. They also had another respected title. It might be a little cliché, but in the eyes of the subjects of the Eastern Continent, it was one of the direct manifestations of power …
Divine Servants.
The true servants of God served the true God — the Black Dragon in the white house.
A slight explosion came from the camp in the distance, but the Divine Servants did not show any expression. Their eyes were clear and full of devotion, and they remained silent.
…
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, many figures suddenly appeared at the place where he had just disappeared. After taking a few steps back, he steadied himself and raised his arms to block the attack. At the same time, a huge figure with a terrifying sense of suppression appeared in front of him. A huge sharp claw slashed down vertically, smashing right above the arms with an unimaginable sound. Then, it was firmly blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Alright, alright, that's enough."
Sakamento retracted his claw and let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to be very satisfied with Many's performance.
Half of his armor was cracked, and there was a huge gash on his right shoulder along with his inner clothes, but the wound was not very big. Many of the people standing opposite him were not much better. Their robes were torn in several places, and there was a gash on their ribs, but there were no signs of bleeding.
"To tell you the truth, I didn't come here to be beaten by you," said Many, shrugging his shoulders. "But I can't go on talking to you without it."
"You're really insightful. You're the only one who can think things through so clearly. My subordinates really don't have any brains."
King Sakamento picked his ear wax indifferently and pointed into the distance. "Let's go there and talk, but I can't guarantee that there's no poison in the food I serve you."
"I'm used to it."
Many shrugged their shoulders as if they didn't care about these threats at all.
…
When Flora replied to Winricton's request for reinforcements after he was attacked by the undead, the people in the Northern Province did not expect that their request would actually be answered.
Everything was reasonable. She could deal with the rebellious nobles with harsh measures, but when it came to the helpless civilians, Flora needed to tell them that she not only had a stick, but also a carrot.
Becky, as the Patriarch, volunteered to go with the army. Of course, she did not have the authority to command. Flora understood that she was actually a "strategic weapon" to hold the line. The terrifying number of casualties from the frontline told her that the enemy had a powerful archmage or higher. Against the undead, the power of an angel was enough to make them feel like hell.
However, Flora did not feel at ease about this matter, so she took two safety measures. After all, the number of top-level masters was limited, so she entrusted Henry Myers, who could make Roland's Thorn operate on its own. The former Duke of Shadow would secretly protect Becky's safety. Speaking of which, it was ridiculous to ask an undead to protect an angel. Even if the undead's power had not reached level ten, he was still a master in anti-assassination and anti-reconnaissance.
It was an unimaginable coincidence. The leader of the undead army was Saville, who had recently become an elder of the Undead Council. This space archmage, who had "coincidentally" reached the first rank of the Undead Council, did not expect that the assassin whose soul was once imprisoned by him had already embarked on his journey. Neither of them knew that their fates had crossed again in this amazing coincidence.
…
"Please forgive me for my rudeness, Patriarch."
Henry's salute was meticulous, but it was a little too polite to say it. Perhaps every old noble would be the most standardized when it came to etiquette, but it would always make people feel awkward in front of familiar people.
Becky quickly gestured for the duke, who was much older than her, to sit down. It was nighttime, and the troops had already set up camp. Henry's arrival stopped Becky from praying. This duke's words were very useful information at any time. After spending a few days in Oditore, Becky had a deep understanding of the importance of Roland's Thorn to the entire Klimt and even the entire Empire of Saint Reims. The intelligence chief's keen observation and analytical skills had left a deep impression on her. Even though he should be sentenced to death for standing against the Luminous Church, as the Patriarch, Becky felt that he was far more worthy of respect than most of the clergy.
"You're always so polite. It makes people feel distant."
The light wings behind Becky retracted, dimming the light in the carriage. Although the Holy Flame of Light couldn't harm an assassin like Henry, it would still make him feel a little uncomfortable.
Moreover, this was considered a polite and friendly behavior.
Henry nodded lightly and sat on the seat. The scene of Becky breaking the Soul Shackles for him was still vivid in his mind. Henry still maintained the same level of respect for Becky, who had now become an angel. He pulled down his hood and removed the veil on his face. This was also a signal.
"Is there any news?"
Becky placed the Glorious Scepter on her knees. The light at the top of the scepter was restrained and calm.
"According to the scouts' report, the undead's invasion speed is very fast. Two days ago, they had already conquered the entire western region, and they are advancing toward the center of the province without stopping. It seems like they are attacking first, taking advantage of the fact that their military strength is weak to take over the entire northern part of the empire."
"What's our strategy?"
"Look for something to rely on and use the terrain or the advantages of the castle to defend. They have quite a lot of people, mainly because they have a high-level Magician. That's why they are able to take down a few castles without any resistance."
"Well, I'm a layman. Just tell me what to do."
Becky was very clear about her role. In a war, the most taboo thing to do was to let a layman lead an expert, especially a layman with a higher military rank or strength than the commander of the army. This kind of situation would often lead to the defeat of a battle that should have been won.
"Becky, I've always wanted to ask you a question."
Henry didn't say too many polite words, because he also knew that it would be too hypocritical.
"About what?"
"Should I let go of some hatred?
Even if I never receive forgiveness … "