Ga!
Amidst the ominous cry, the black bird landed on half of the wheel. It turned its neck and stared at its surroundings vigilantly with its round black eyes.
Then, with a sharp peck.
A piece of flesh and blood was hung on the wheel, and the black bird held it in its mouth and swallowed it.
Whoosh!
A stream arrow rubbed against the wheel and got stuck in the mud. The black bird immediately took off and flew into the sky, its black eyes overlooking the battle on the ground.
The black monster growled.
The knights brandished long swords.
Soldiers used spears, bows and arrows as cover.
Mutual exchange.
With sharp teeth and sharp blades, sparks splattered and blood flew everywhere.
After the monster fell to the ground, it turned into mud exuding a strong sea smell, and after the human fell to the ground, it turned into corpses.
The faces of these corpses were hideous.
The eyes are unwilling.
Implied expectation.
Can…
The ending cannot be changed.
To die is to die.
Blood stained the white priest's robes red.
With a bloodless face, he still kept his last smile.
As well as the teachings of the Temple of Forgiveness.
Comfort the world.
forget yourself.
The High Priest of the Temple of Harvest, who had only one arm left, raised his remaining left hand to arrange the remains of the High Priest of the Temple of Forgiveness.
He has to.
The other party died to save him.
"Return!"
"Those monsters have been repulsed!"
Such a voice sounded.
Not the first time it rang.
The initial joy and joy were long gone, and all that was left was to hurry up and rest. The High Priest of the War Temple, who was fully in command of the battle, asked in a hoarse and low voice: "Has the messenger rushed out?"
"Rush out, my lord."
The knight of the Temple of War bowed in salute.
"That's good!"
"That's good!"
"Having hope is better than nothing."
The high priest of the Temple of War turned his head to look at the layers of defense line built with carriages and corpses.
His eyes jumped over the line of defense, looking at the old people, women, and children who were praying in low voices.
His lips parted slightly, trying to say something, but in the end all he could say was an apologetic whisper.
"Sorry, I couldn't take you out of danger."
"Sorry."
The voice became deeper and deeper.
become inaudible.
His body swayed slightly, and he leaned against the flagpole of the battle flag behind him.
He is a little tired.
Need a break.
Just one click.
The High Priest of the War Temple closed his eyes, his gray beard fluttered in the wind, and the banner of the sword and shield of the God of War fluttered above his head.
The remaining aura flickered like a candle in the wind.
Snapped!
The rope binding the sword and shield flag suddenly snapped.
The aura shattered.
The candle went out.
The battle flag danced with the wind, blew high into the sky, and then slowly fell down.
It fell on the High Priest of the Temple of War.
"grown ups!"
The several knights guarding the High Priest of the Temple of War knelt down together, shouting with sobs.
Such a voice is abrupt and obvious on the battlefield that has just gained a sliver of tranquility.
Everyone looked here.
The knights put their hands on their chests and bowed in salute.
The soldiers bowed their heads silently and recited the eulogy silently.
The protected civilians choked up in low voices.
Unlike the knights, soldiers, priests, and deacons who went to the battlefield, they didn't suffer a single bit of damage. The improvised line of defense seemed to be broken in a single breakthrough, but it guarded them like a golden soup.
All this is under the command of the old man.
Standing on the roof of the only carriage that was not incorporated into the temporary fortifications, the flag of sword and shield was erected, guarding them like a real shield.
The High Priest of the Temple of War is like this.
The same is true of the High Priest of the Temple of Valor.
That was the closest they were to danger. A group of monsters broke in from the ground and opened their mouth full of fangs.
The high priest of the Temple of Bravery rushed over without hesitation, knocked back the monster, and the young boy who was about to be swallowed by the monster was snatched back from the monster's mouth abruptly by the high priest.
Yong, go forward.
Wu, kill the enemy and protect the people.
With the last cry, he stood at the forefront of this line of defense.
His eyes were wide open, and there were layers of wounds under the tattered armor on his body.
He was already out of breath.
But he didn't fall.
Just like the 'courage' and 'wu' he believes in.
Relying on one person, he killed hundreds of sudden monsters, and his... faith has not been tarnished.
Even though his face was dirty, stained with blood-soaked mud.
Woo, woo!
"The monster is coming!"
The short sound of the horn and the clear voice informed the people that another battle had begun.
"God!"
"Save us!"
A young child was crying in a low voice, even if her mother tightly covered her mouth, she couldn't hide the sound.
Then, the mother saw her father, who had been with her all the time, walking outside.
"Father."
cried the mother.
"Live."
The elderly father and grandfather could no longer hold a sword, let alone wield a spear, but he... still had a body.
Looking at the monster rushing towards him, he shouted loudly—
"come!"
"Eat me!"
eat me!
Fill your stomach with my body.
Exchange my body for your full stomach.
Exchange my body for their hope.
puff!
The blood burst.
His body was bitten off by the monster, and the two parts fell to the ground. The monster immediately lowered its head to eat, and more monsters rushed over to share the food.
The monster that had been robbed of its food immediately opened its mouth and scolded the rest of the monsters.
But it doesn't work at all.
The instinct of hunger makes them very fond of such fresh, hot flesh and blood.
A little fight started.
This relieved some of the pressure on the knights and soldiers.
More old people stood up, and they bid farewell to their families with their eyes. Just like their sons and son-in-laws, they resolutely stepped onto the battlefield.
Death brings life, and…
hope!
"Ah!"
A young soldier yelled.
He saw his father.
His father saw him too.
waved.
The next moment, he was overwhelmed by monsters.
The soldier's eyes were staring, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood dripped down the corners of his eyes, mixed with tears, and he felt a stinging sensation, but he couldn't move, he couldn't leave his squad.
Because, one of him is missing.
The team's phalanx will lose one corner.
That way... more people will die!
No more people can die!
enough!
Enough already!
The young soldier turned his head, gritted his teeth, and mustered all his strength to carry the shield, enduring the monster's impact again and again.
…
"Oh, humble bug."
On the hillside in the distance, the gorgeously dressed man clearly saw this scene, and he couldn't help but let out a contemptuous laugh.
He said to the orderly beside him without looking back.
"Go and reply to the adults."
"Harvest, forgiveness, war, and the Temple of Valor are all destroyed."