Chapter 751 Robbery, Sean!

When Anleisi fell unconscious, Caius burst out with extremely powerful strength.

The soldiers surrounding them were no match for them. Only the higher-level knights could hold out for a few moves, but they would soon be defeated and could not fight at all.

As for the Spark Knights who could theoretically fight a few more moves, they had quietly withdrawn from the battlefield after receiving the order from Hervey. Until now, their withdrawal seemed to have not attracted the attention of others.

Holding Anleisi prevented Caius from using his most proficient three-sword style. Not only could he not hold a knife with one hand, he couldn't even hold it with his mouth. Otherwise, he might have cut off his sister's crown before killing the enemy.

He shuttled back and forth on the battlefield like a flash with the help of a knife. Every time he swung his knife, a group of soldiers would fall to the ground and lose their ability to fight. The reason these soldiers did not die on the spot was not because Caius showed mercy, but because he did not need to waste his energy.

He shuttled across the battlefield to rescue the Holy Light Knights. Every time he saved someone, he would instantly cast a series of acceleration spells on the other person. In the end, a series of high-speed moving Holy Light Knights followed closely behind her.

"Walk!"

After saving the last half-dead Holy Light Knight, Caius visibly exhaled a breath of foul air, turned around and swung his sword, forming a sword energy as dazzling as a mountain, instantly cutting a passage in the group of soldiers. The scene was like Moses parting the sea.

The people of the Church of Holy Light quickly crossed this hard-earned rift, and no matter how the soldiers along the way attacked and cursed them, they devoted themselves to running away.

In the end, this group of Holy Light Knights, whose feet were as smooth as greased, successfully escaped, and their figures disappeared without a trace in the sky.

It looked like a successful escape, and all members returned to the team successfully.

But judging from the injuries on everyone, leaving aside the two brave warriors with bugs, it is estimated that these Holy Light Knights will not be able to recover their full combat effectiveness without resting for a period of time.

In addition to the most common physical attacks, the attacks used on the Holy Light Knights also include the plague curse from one of the members of the rebel army, the Wild Forest Church. This is a highly concealed magic that can corrode vitality and is extremely difficult to eradicate.

The rebels do this in a roundabout way to avoid killing the Holy Light Knight, which would cause the hero to become furious and explode with greater strength. By the way, it can also consume the energy and supplies of the Holy Light Knight.

Hewei had heard that the Church of Holy Light was also facing a shortage of supplies. Although the situation was better than that of the rebels, it was not much better.

"Hurry up, come and treat the wounded!"

After Caius and his group escaped, the soldiers who were still standing quickly called for doctors to come and rescue them. The scene was still in chaos for a while.

All kinds of classic post-war activities such as rescuing people, cleaning up the battlefield, and reporting the situation emerged.

The people who were doing these jobs wore different clothes. Some wore fiery red robes, some wore colorful leaves, and some wore golden sequins.

I guess those military commanders who strictly follow discipline would have their eyelids twitching when they saw this scene. It looks too much like a ragtag army.

How can we run a good army with this bunch of guys!

But even so, judging from the current situation, the fighting in Haipa Town tonight is estimated to have come to an end.

Time to relax a bit tonight before the sun comes up.

What has happened from last night till now is really too colorful.

The two factions of the Church of Holy Light and the Church of Spark met here, but fortunately they did not fight again because they were all sucked into the suddenly rising Sean Dungeon.

The native residents of Haipa Town are no longer here. They have all left this troubled place following the shabby carriage and the magical Pegasus, which were in stark contrast.

The rebels moved into this dilapidated town. In addition to treating the wounded, the magicians also used earth magic to temporarily create shelters that could provide temporary shelter from the wind and rain. However, these houses looked like grave mounds from the outside.

They settled in, temporarily.

At this moment, Hervey also walked out of the invisible outpost. He did not join the battle because once he joined the battle, things would definitely develop in a escalating direction and the intensity of the battle would increase.

He looked at the busy crowd of people. At first, he couldn't tell their identities, but now he could tell which church they belonged to just by looking at them.

"I can only imagine how those so-called bishops and archbishops are bickering right now. It's so troubling just thinking about it."

Fortunately, he is just a fighter, and it is not his turn to argue.

The only thing he needed to think about now was how to organize manpower to quickly plunder enough supplies from the Senn dungeon, no matter what kind of resources they were, as long as they could be used.

Not only must we get ahead of the hostile Church of Holy Light.

He also had to get ahead of his "allies" in the Spark Church who had ulterior motives.

Looking at the various soldiers busying around below, a thoughtful look appeared in Hervey's eyes.

At the same time, a long distance away from the geographically remote town of Haipa, there is an occupied town that is much larger than Haipa Town.

The town seemed to have experienced countless wars. There were not many original buildings left, and traces of magical repairs were everywhere.

This is the good thing about the magical world. Once infrastructure is damaged, it can be repaired quickly. There is no need for a long wait at all. The employment of civil magicians is very secure.

Flags of various colors float on the city walls, as if to indicate that the many forces gathered in this town are mixed, and everyone has their own territory.

This is the base where the forces called rebels by the Church of Holy Light are stationed. The rebels in charge of this battlefield are stationed here, which can be regarded as the base camp of this battlefield.

Since the rebel army is composed of various churches, their leaders must be various bishops, who live here and plan the next war operations.

And now, in the fortress where the bishops gathered, people were engaged in an endless debate over one issue.

"The Dark Moon Church has been attacked. Now is the perfect opportunity to defeat them in one fell swoop. Let's dispatch our troops immediately!"

"I think the Church of Holy Light might intensify its counterattacks because of this, but you're right. We must send troops to prepare to resist the enemy."

"Well said. Then we, the Spark Church, will reluctantly help everyone collect supplies in Thane, leaving you the opportunity to stand out and kill the enemy."

“.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the fortress, which was full of discussions just now, suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Then, the group of old charlatans present, who were at least fifty years old, slowly turned their heads and looked at the speaker from the Spark Church, an old man who looked quite easy to talk to.

Then—

"Bullshit, we are the ones who need to collect the supplies!"

"You old man, you want to run away!?"

"Don't let your wishful thinking get in the way here, you old bastard!"

One of the bishops of the Spark Church, the person in charge of church affairs here, Bishop Wensmo quickly shook his hand, as if frightened by the crowd's reaction, and said while shaking his gray goatee:

"Hey, why are you so angry? Aren't we all ranked by the number of enemies killed? We all gave up our chance this time."

As he said this, he suddenly revealed an expression of enlightenment, clapped his hands and said:

"I understand. You're still worried about not being able to compete with our church, right? Don't worry. I'll send all of our people to the Thane Dungeon to focus on finding supplies and benefits for everyone, okay? We'll come out after you finish the fight."

“.”

The scene was shrouded in deathly silence. If a monster from the Land of Silence ran here, it would probably not survive for an hour and would be turned into a docile and harmless little pet.

"Press me down a bit, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat this guy up."

"Press me too. I'm a little angry too."

"Then let's go together?"

The two people who were talking were middle-aged men whose clothes were very strange by secular standards. They were called middle-aged because their appearance could not be categorized as old.

A man with muscular and explosive muscles all over his body. This indestructible body was hidden under a robe made of green leaves of various colors, which was hard to call a garment. Various obscure runes were painted on the surface of his skin, and the sheep-head staff in his hand was emitting an unpleasant smell.

The way he is dressed makes him look like someone who is very good at singing and dancing, and his dancing moves must be very unique.

This is the bishop of the Wild Forest Church. He believes in the God of Nature and is considered a druid. He is proficient in things related to poison.

The other one was also of strong build, but he was wearing more normal clothes, except that the surface of his clothes was inlaid with various gems and gold. When the light shone on him, his whole body looked shining with gold, like a walking jewelry shop.

Even the rich people in the Warrior Country wouldn’t dare to wear this outfit, because although everyone is influenced by the dragon blood and likes gold, silver and jewelry, they still have basic aesthetic taste!

This is the bishop of the Golden God Cult, who believes in the God of Gold and is a berserker who likes to hit people with gems.

When Vincemo said this in a foolish manner, the two bishops with the most explosive tempers could no longer suppress their anger.

Although several other church leaders sitting in the meeting hall did not express their views as strongly as the two, they also conveyed a certain attitude:

[You go to the war, I will go to Thane]

This is something that does not require any further debate, because anyone with normal intelligence knows that running to the Sen Dungeon right now to explore the undeveloped new areas will definitely bring huge benefits!

However, due to the current situation, it is impossible for everyone to completely ignore the battlefield and go to the Sen Dungeon to search for treasure, so the number of people who can go to the Sen Dungeon is definitely limited.

The theme of today's meeting revolves around who, when, and how will go to the Senn Dungeon.

"If possible, we, the Golden God Cult, are willing to take on this important task that everyone dislikes."

"No, no, treasure hunting depends on the will of the gods. Our God of Nature can protect treasure hunters, so we should go."

"Everyone, get out of the way! Our church is the one that should be going to the Thane Dungeon. I can hear that dungeon calling my name right now!"

At the beginning, everyone was expressing their opinions, and arguing in an orderly and logical manner why they should go to the Senn dungeon. The scene looked very fiery but still rational, which was in line with people's imagination of high-level talks.

Then after a while, the sounds of singing and dancing were heard from the meeting hall.

The specific performance was that the Wild Forest Bishop danced while praying to the gods to show that his side was determined to win over Sean. While dancing, he suddenly sprinkled the powder made from poisonous mushrooms. Those who were weak were directly caught and started singing and dancing, while the Golden Bishop beat those stupid people to the ground while shouting loudly.

Vinsmo sat in the council hall where demons were dancing wildly. Although he had a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth, which had become dry with age, were twitching.

To be honest, although I really don't want to admit it, these guys are the leaders of some of the rebels who have been relying on their own forces and the three major religions to fight against the current momentum.

Although I knew that the scene would become weird if religion was involved, I didn't expect it to become so chaotic.

How have we managed to hold on until now without being defeated?

The corners of Vincemo's mouth twitched as he thought to himself.

In order to gain the right to speak among a group of people who regard abnormality as normal, then he, who is originally a normal person, must force himself to become abnormal.

So, let’s get started!

For my Spark Church and my Lord Gwyn, the God of Fire, I am about to start a debate with the crowd!

Vinsmo took the initiative to drink a handful of poisonous mushroom powder, and after shaking his head for a while, he joined the chaotic situation.

The guards outside listened to the noise coming from the meeting hall. Not only did they not feel strange, they even showed envy, as if they were envious of this group of people who could have such a great time.

After an unknown amount of time of "debate", when the sun rose again and moved to the center of the sky, the door of the council hall finally opened.

Vinsmo, covered in blood, staggered out and raised his arm high as a winner.

The final personnel confirmed to go to Sen were the Spark Church as the main force, and the Wild Forest Church, which could sense nearby treasures, served as an auxiliary.

A team was formed with a clear goal to plunder and rob the Thane dungeon.

And on the other side.

"I think we can lure the Black Knight out to kill the demon."

Hervey, who had already run into the Thane dungeon, looked at the enchanting branch in his hand and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)