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The entire Gruburg was plunged into an eerie silence. The only sound was Viscount Connor's screams, which were still ringing out, mournful, shrill, and lingering.
In the silence, St. Luke spread his wings with a "whoosh" and flew over Gruburg.
Under the azure sky, his pure white wings looked like clouds hanging from the sky. His might was so majestic and vast that even the clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed due to the movement of his wings.
Everything seemed to be interpreting one fact: he was an angel from the sky overlooking the world, incomparable and unrivaled.
Under the vast pressure, the entire battlefield seemed to have become his personal domain.
He just raised the sword casually, and holy white light flowed out from his palm. The cold holy light sword suddenly burst into an extremely sharp edge.
Viscount Connor had already surrendered, and under the pressure of the War Angel.
The few soldiers and officers who were still hesitating and had not made up their minds to surrender finally lost their last fighting spirit, threw away their weapons, knelt on one knee on the ground, and lowered their heads to show their surrender.
The last lord knight led his private soldiers to surrender.
There was a sudden burst of loud cheers from the believers of light.
"Aww! We won~!"
"we won!!"
"I know that with the Lord's blessing, we will definitely win!"
The cheers were louder and louder, spreading from the front of the castle to the back, continuous and endless, as if to overturn the sky.
In the town of Gru, some civilians vaguely heard the cheers and could not help but open their tightly closed doors and walk out onto the streets.
Without the door blocking the way, the cheers coming from the direction of Gruburg suddenly became clear. After realizing what had happened, the civilians were immediately excited, and a few even lost control of their emotions and covered their faces with their hands in tears of joy.
Soon, there were knocks on the doors and windows of every civilian household, and the joy of victory quickly spread throughout the town of Gru with cheers of "We won."
Before they knew it, everyone walked out of the house spontaneously and saluted in the direction of Gruborg on the mountain.
The entire Gru region was filled with thunderous cheers. “Our Lord bless you, long live Her Highness the Holy Lady of Light.”
The dark witch who was hiding in the dark and observing the battle sneered: "Foolish civilians, how could you lose this battle under the protection and watchful eyes of our Lord?"
She said it sarcastically, but her slightly raised mouth corners and relaxed body showed how seriously she took this war.
"Humph! That delicate Saint Lady made the first great contribution." The dark witch's eyes flashed with evil. "It seems that I should work hard. I must not lose to that pretentious Saint Lady of Light."
As she spoke, she slowly backed away and gradually disappeared into the darkness, out of sight.
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On the wall of Gruburg, the Holy Maiden of Light had a cold and calm look in her eyes, as if the outcome of this war had already been determined.
Controlling the Holy See till now has made her develop a temperament in which she never shows her emotions. Even if there is thunderous applause around her, her eyelashes will only tremble slightly.
She methodically arranged personnel to collect weapons and control the surrendered prisoners. Then she stepped out of the crowd and led a group of clergy to the highest point of the city wall, kneeling on one knee towards St. Luke in the sky.