For most people, war was always an abstract concept. Even when the undead attacked the cities, the majority of the people in the Empire of Saint Reims were civilians. Watching the enemies invade their cities was an unforgettable experience for the ordinary people.
They could not see the soldiers on the battlefield killing their enemies. They did not know how strong, tall, and strong the real enemies were. They did not even know the number of enemies they were fighting.
This was war. Most people were kept in the dark. Only when it came to the so-called face-to-face moment would they know what they were facing.
This was the current situation. More than four to five armies marched towards the Velen Kingdom. Of course, they did not plan to pass through the Azura Forest. This forest had always been a restricted area for the soldiers of Saint-Rames. But now, it had become Odietore's backyard.
When the allied armies arrived at Odietore's teleportation gate, the troll warriors and their terrifying armors on the frontline caused a commotion.
At this time, the feudal lords had arrived at Ciaran, the center of the Lambas Church. They looked at the white house thoughtfully.
He did not ask to enter the house, nor did he bring the top masters with him. Instead, he held Salia's hand and said softly, like a parent holding a child, "Our war is not about fairness and justice. We do not shout that the enemies' sins must be purified. We fight for ourselves, for the future."
"Madam said that war is always evil."
Salia was a little lost in thought. The bishop in front of Ciaran's door did not move. He did not even look at the two eye-catching people.
"Then we will bear the sins and fight for a better tomorrow."
Ciaran pulled his sister-in-law and turned around without hesitation. The so-called religion, the so-called faith, seemed weak in the face of this war.
In the white house, a dispirited old man looked at the "Revelation" in the secret room. He sighed and turned away.
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After thirteen days of tug-of-war, the Wall of Solamea was reoccupied by the frenzied army of the Church of Lambas.
It was hard to imagine how the Abyss Army felt when they were attacked by the soldiers who seemed to be possessed. In the past, only humans would feel this way. But because of the pope's order, all the believers did their best. In the end, it was as if they used their own flesh and blood to pave the way for Pope Ramier IV to walk on the Solameia Wall again.
He was proud of it and did not hesitate to die for it.
Oditore's army walked out of the teleportation circle of the Lambas Vatican and spread out on the ground. It was the first time that he had displayed his full power in front of the world.
The powerful knights that the Knights of Light were proud of were all silent. The fanatical believers looked at the army in front of them, which was not enough to block their vision, but they felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.
No one was willing to make an enemy out of the lord in front of them. The momentum of this army had already surpassed that of an ordinary expeditionary army.
But the Abyss Army was not as cowardly as imagined. After retreating from the Wall of Solamea, an army replaced the original Black Royal Guards of King Cate.
The slightly white cloth under the armor indicated the origin of this army. The pope was standing on the Solameian Wall, but he could feel the terrifying cohesiveness of this army from afar. The feeling that this army gave him was exactly the same as the warriors who fought for the God of Light. They were stubborn, blind, and almost blindly following the God of Light.
This kind of army was the worst to provoke. Their commander had an almost abnormal ability to execute … and the strength that people looked up to.
Three regiments of knights and a squad of six thousand infantrymen were the first to engage in a fierce battle with the enemy's ten thousand soldiers. The battle lasted from dawn to dusk. The Rambas army, which had a regiment of knights, was actually entangled by the enemy and suffered terrible losses!
The Knights of Light lost 20%!
In a normal battle, according to the "Continental War Annals", when the death rate exceeded 10% to 20%, collapse was inevitable. But no one thought that the two armies would be so stubborn that no one was willing to retreat even when the death rate exceeded 30%!
The knights' horses were already too tired to charge. Most of the knights had even become infantry, but no one retreated even half a step!
"Faith allows people to explode with unimaginable power, but it also brings about irreparable wounds."
Many people did not meet with Pope Ramiel IV. His figure appeared on the other side of the huge crack in the Wall of Solamea. Following his appearance, Odietore's army began to charge.
The three thousand Pure Giant Demon army swept through everything in their path. They advanced like a forest, sweeping away everything that stood in their way.
The situation of the battle was instantly reversed by the terrifying army that looked like pure infantry but had the charging speed of a cavalry unit!
The Lambas Army sounded the horn to retreat. The trolls pinned down the opposing army that did not have time to retreat from both sides. Then came the inhumane massacre.
It was a one-sided massacre.
No matter how powerful the faith was, it was useless in the face of pure and powerful power. Scimitars were swung, and broken limbs were everywhere.
The Trolls only believed in themselves and the scimitars in their hands. They always believed that they were the most powerful and not some illusory God. Oditore's army did not need any obsession. They only needed to advance and kill. That was enough.
There were no roars, only cold-blooded advancement, and advancement!
There was no longer a sharp knife formation like in the past. The trolls held long spears and charged in an orderly formation. The impact force was no less than that of heavy cavalry. The moment they collided with Credir's army, the stalemate was blasted more than 100 meters away!
That's right, it was a "boom!"
It was not like a sharp knife piercing into flesh without any delay. Instead, it was like a huge hammer smashing into flesh. With just one charge, the enemy's morale collapsed instantly!
This was not the straw that broke the camel's back. The Abyss Army, which had been fighting for a day, was now facing more than a "straw".
It was like Mount Tai!
At night, corpses were scattered for thousands of miles. It was dead silent.
Odietore's trolls all returned. The number of casualties was shocking.
"This is Odietore, the birthplace of a legend."
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Probing battles and large-scale battles were a series of processes that had to go through in a war. After gathering the entire Lambas Army from Solameia, Odietore and the entire Saint-Rames Coalition Army began to advance north. This route was the route that the Holy Knights had used to attack the Velen Kingdom. But now, it was no longer an invasion, but a protection.
After the first great victory, the high morale of Lambas did not immediately take advantage of the situation to pursue. After waiting for the Saint-Rames Army to completely gather, they divided into three armies and slowly advanced north.
Everyone knew how powerful the Abyss Army was. Although the current Coalition Army included 100,000 troops from the Empire of Saint Reims, 60,000 troops from Lambas, and 30,000 troops from the Elven Empire, it was still insignificant compared to Credir's army of more than a million troops.
Many did not panic. A temporary Coalition Parliament was formed. The Elven Empire, the Empire of Saint Reims, and the Lambas Vatican sent their respective army commanders. Elder Wendell, Many, Flora, Henry, Becky, and Ramiel IV sat across from each other at the round table. However, it was obvious that a few people were absent.