They will be friendly as long as someone can meet their needs.
The person who grants them freedom is an upright and just official.
However, believers cannot understand these things, nor can they do them.
Just as the residents were puzzled by the sudden appearance of these demi-humans.
A deep and powerful horn sound suddenly broke the silence from a high place in the distance.
That was the Marquis Sancher on horseback.
He drew everyone's attention with the whistling of his horn, then drew his longsword from his waist and swung it fiercely forward.
"For the Kingdom! Save our people!"
His voice immediately triggered an even heavier shout, a voice with overwhelming force that resounded throughout the colorful sky.
"For the Kingdom! For the Kingdom! For the Kingdom!"
The sound of iron hooves thundered like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, turning up the soil and creating a breathtaking spectacle.
The roar of passion and the clash of steel intertwined to create a terrifying symphony.
Hearing this powerful shout, countless residents turned to look again.
The scene before them once again stunned them into standing there in disbelief.
“That…that’s…that’s the crest of the Bryant family!”
"The Marquis of Sancher's army has come to our aid!"
"Could it be that these demi-humans were all brought by the Marquis?"
Seeing the alliance of the three forces, the morale of the residents of Shulburn soared.
The initial shame and helplessness vanished without a trace, leaving only a surge of passionate emotion.
Because all the residents attributed the success of the demi-human actions to the Marquis of Sancher.
If these demi-humans are spontaneously created saviors, then the residents will feel immense shame.
After all, they usually regarded these demi-humans as inferior beings.
But in times of crisis, it was these demi-humans who came to their rescue.
How will they face demi-humans in the future?
Such behavior might make humans perceive humans as more vulnerable than B.A.
Driven by this sense of inferiority, humans may be even less willing to accept demi-humans.
Moreover, the primary position of cities remains in human hands.
Demi-humans without status will only be ostracized, further exacerbating the conflict between the two sides.
But with the title of Marquis de Sancher, the situation was completely different.
People would think that the Marquis's power was beyond imagination, even capable of commanding so many demi-humans to come and aid Shulburn.
Following this conflict, public acceptance of demi-humans will significantly increase due to the appearance of the Marquis of Sancher.
Because, in any case, the fact that demi-humans participated in the war and helped humans is undeniable.
Under the fierce offensive of an army mixed with demi-humans and humans, countless believers were wiped out at an alarming rate.
Their singular focus made them forget to resist; they mechanically climbed the clock tower, enduring attacks from all sides.
Even if there were enough of them, these believers could only be forced to flee the battlefield in the horrific state of losing limbs.
This was one of Viktor's original plans.
In this way, believers are unable to effectively fight back.
Thus, they suffered repeated defeats in the fierce battle.
The effect is obvious.
At this moment, as the darkness and bloodshed of the battlefield gradually subsided, the scales of victory seemed to be tipping in Shulburn's favor.
Everyone present was filled with excitement and exhilaration, whether they were demi-humans or members of the human army.
That proud sense of victory surged and swelled like a restless sea.
Similarly, the "Justice" of the sky also felt that the number of believers it sent out was being rapidly eliminated and reduced, and the blood-red sky gradually became restless.
The chaotic darkness and crimson intertwined, and the countless shimmering stars became all elusive and mysterious.
[Justice] itself has no combat power; it is merely a will that controls the number of other believers.
Most importantly, it can no longer divide itself into believers.
Because it needs to maintain these hundreds of millions of bodies, which is also the last force to call for the goddess's return.
Viktor stood atop the clock tower, surveying the chaotic battlefield from above.
Watching the enraged demi-humans hunt down believers at will, watching the arrogant dragons fight angels in the sky.
Seeing that everything was going according to his plan, Victor coldly spoke:
"I told you, I'll give you a chance to summon your goddess."
The moment the words fell, the two giant, colorful magic arrays in the sky and earth became even more radiant.
The abundant light became even more turbulent, unleashing a sharp radiance towards the distant depths of space.
Then, countless chaotic orbs of light rose from all directions, converging towards the center.
At the same time, an incomparably magnificent, radiant tree slowly emerged, enveloped in countless rays of light.
The incredibly thick tree trunk was so magnificent, it seemed to occupy half of Shulburn.
The tree grain and bark stripes are incredibly fine and clearly defined, and the lush leaves resemble an inverted prairie.
It swayed gently beneath the crimson hue, radiating a powerful magic.
Amidst the shimmering light, iridescent colors weave through the giant trees, creating even more intricate patterns as they soar through the high sky.
Then, around this giant tree, sat countless pure elves with smiling faces, their bodies enveloped in holy light.
They radiated a bright holy light upon the land of Shulbon, a warm and gentle radiance spreading outwards.
At this moment, Victor stood before the phantom of the sacred tree, his trench coat still radiating a dazzling light.
He put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:
"Otherwise... you're not qualified to make me go all out."
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