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Although Susan and Harry are only level 1 professionals, after a period of digestion, understanding and practice of divine arts, they have been able to master their divine arts proficiently.
"Great Lord of Light, please grant me divine power to save your people."
Susan prayed devoutly, chanting a divine spell, and her hands were covered with a layer of sacred light. The light fell on the wound, and the bleeding of the wound miraculously stopped, and it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but slowly.
The young apprentices, who had undergone a period of training, skillfully bandaged the wound with linen to prevent it from tearing again. Their method was rough but very effective.
The pale face of the believer who was treated regained some color, and his eyes were full of fanatical gratitude as he said, "Thank you, Lord of Light, and thank you, Pastor Susan." It is certain that his faith will be elevated to a higher level.
However, this believer is already a first-level devout believer, and his level of faith is already very high. However, it is still not easy to be promoted to a fanatic.
This also shows how precious every fanatic is.
When Wu Hui saw this scene, he felt a little emotional. It was good to have subordinates. He, the God of Light, didn't have to take action personally everywhere.
Compared to the previous year, he had been wandering around in the ruined Kingdom of Light without anyone around him to communicate with.
Wu Hui felt that his "divine life" was filled with incomparable passion, and he finally had a little bit of the feeling of being a god.
With the intervention of Susan and Harry, the believers who might have died from their injuries were saved. And the believers who were only slightly injured were able to join the battle sequence again after a little treatment.
This shows how important a priest is on the battlefield.
It was a bit of a pity that Susan and Harry were only level 1 apprentice priests with limited holy power. After performing a few healing operations, they were exhausted and sweating profusely.
And at the same time.
Marcy, Paul, Ian and other three Knights Templar have also led the crowd into the city gate corridor.
The castle corridor is long and narrow, and has always been a killing ground.
There were many round holes on the thick walls on both sides of the tunnel. There was a secret room inside the tunnel, where a group of soldiers were stationed, and they could thrust their several-meter-long sharp spears through the round holes.
Any enemy who wants to break through the castle gate through the corridor is likely to be poked into a hornet's nest.
Fortunately, the attack on Gruburg happened suddenly, and the castle defenders were still in chaos, with no time to arrange defenses.
There were only a few guards on duty in the dark room of the corridor, and they were so relaxed that they even fell asleep. They woke up in shock when they heard the deafening sound of fighting, and hurriedly raised their spears to attack the believers of light in the corridor.
“Ah~ah~”
Two believers of light were stabbed by the spears, and blood was dripping. However, their sincere and devout faith, coupled with the passionate atmosphere, made them hold the spears tightly and bend them down, blocking the hole and preventing the enemy from pulling out the spears, and screamed: "For our Lord, brothers, charge."
“Go, go, go!”
Several Templar Knights led the way, shining with divine blessings, their eyes reddened by the sacrifice of their brothers. They knew that they had to break through the city gate as soon as possible, otherwise they would lose the battle when the enemy recovered from the chaos.