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As the Saint of Light fell, a vast and majestic aura suddenly swept across the entire Gru Castle, as if the sacred person was coming, making people unable to help but feel respectful.

Under the cover of this divine power, the wavering in the believer's heart disappeared without a trace, with extremely firm eyes and morale soared.

The Saint of Light is the great Lord of Light, the spokesperson for walking on earth. Since the oracle was proclaimed from her, it must be certain, and no devout believer would doubt it.

On the other hand, the soldiers on the Lu'an City were more or less shocked and confused. There was a little turmoil in each legion. The morale, which was not too high, was much lower.

The news about the return of the God of Light, no matter which lord, wanted to strictly block it. However, that kind of thing, like a piece of paper, had already penetrated into everyone's ears.

In particular, many soldiers were ordered to secretly arrest the so-called pseudo-light believers.

Looking at the entire Lu'an Legion, the one with the lowest morale is the St. Lu'an First Guard Regiment, which is known as the most elite Legion of Lu'an. They have been stationed in Connor Castle for a long time, protecting the safety of Lu'an City and Connor Castle.

That's why they experienced the arrival of the right envoy of Light that night, and also saw the miracle scene of divine light overflowing and holy rain covering the whole city.

Although the generals and leaders kept promoting it, it was a conspiracy created by the pseudo-light believers, and it was a large-scale illusion, with the purpose of disrupting the order in the Lu'an area and disrupting everyone's hearts.

However, the members of the First Guard Corps have personally experienced the real feeling of the holy rain falling on their bodies, helping them to dispel the plague virus in their bodies. Even if they have not experienced it themselves, their family members or colleagues will experience all this and inform them of the news and feelings.

To put it another way, at least half of the First Guards are believers of the God of Light, many of them are true believers, and even a few are devout believers.

However, Viscount Connor has a great power in their hearts. Even if they firmly believe that the great God of Light has returned, they still dare not show signs that I am a believer in the light. Otherwise, once it reaches Viscount Connor's ears, it will inevitably cause their families to suffer.

Many of the members of the First Guard Corps, facing the holy and noble Saint of Light, who was full of sacred and radiant brilliance, had the urge to admire and worship in their hearts, and for a moment, their belief in the God of Light became a little more firm.

Viscount Connor could not see the changes in the soldiers, but Wu Hui, who was in the Kingdom of God, felt it clearly.

He clearly felt that the link between the elite soldiers and his faith channel became more stable.

Wu Hui was secretly amused in his heart. Viscount Connor, who thought he had a huge advantage in his army, had learned that there were many believers of light hidden in the elite troops around him, and he didn't know what kind of mental state it would be.

I'm afraid I'll be so angry that I vomited blood and scared to death?

If Wu Hui came to the battlefield directly at this time, the next oracle of the elite soldiers who already believed in him in their hearts would probably betray Connor and draw his sword to cut him into flesh.

This is the difference between divine authority and authority.

"quiet!"

Viscount Connor was a powerful figure after all. He yelled majesticly and stopped the soldiers' mutiny. "This pseudo-Saint of Light is just a witch. Can you even believe her words? Who dares to whisper and disrupt the morale of the army again? The Viscount will give him the death penalty according to the law."

Viscount Connor's majesty instantly suppressed the commotion of the army. Even the believers of light who were in Cao's camp and were in the Han Dynasty lowered their eyes and looked very obedient.

He saw the result of his might, and he was secretly satisfied. He whispered to the Saint of Light standing on the wall of Gru Castle: "The pseudo-saint who doesn't know how to live or die. Since you want to resist stubbornly, I will give you a death! The archers on both sides of the left and right wings will attack! The shield guards support the guards!"

With his loud call.

Two or three hundred soldiers holding bows and arrows or crossbows gathered to the front line. At the same time, two hundred soldiers holding large shields protected them.

"Swish swish swish!"

Under the cover of the shield defenders, the crossbowmen shot arrows and crossbow arrows on the walls of Gru Castle through the moat. They were all professional soldiers, with superb shooting skills and strong confidence.

In an instant, more than a dozen believers of light fell on the city wall, moaning and screaming in pain.

Arrows are very powerful, and even wearing mail, it is difficult to completely resist the penetration of arrows.

"Bowlman Counterattack!"

The Holy Maiden of Light was as calm as usual and waved her jade hand.

"Swish swish swish swish!" The crossbowmen among the believers of the Light appeared from the battlements or counterattacked the enemy from the shooting hole. In the rain of seventy or eighty arrows, most of them were blocked by huge shields, and only six or seven enemy crossbowmen were knocked down.

The two sides took the lead in long-range confrontation across the city wall and moat, and arrows in the air flew back and forth to each other, either shot on battlements, blocked by shields, or directly caused damage to the other party.

In less than a minute, thousands of arrows were shot out.

This is the war in the era of cold weapons. There are not so many fancy things, there are only cruel fights between each other.

It is obvious that the number of troops in the absolute weakness of the Holy See of Light was completely suppressed in the long term.

In a short period of time, about 30 people had fallen down. More and more believers in the Light were unable to show their heads and shoot in the face of the intensive long-range strikes of the enemy.

If this war continues on this trajectory, the result will inevitably be as Viscount Connor wishes, and the "Pseudo-Vastrated Church of Light" will be pulled out and crushed into pieces.

However, Wu Hui, who was paying close attention to this battle in the Kingdom of God, knew very well that this war between the divine power and the rule of aristocratic will definitely end with the demise of Viscount Connor.

At this time, the priests on the city wall took action.

Now Wu Hui's priest regiment has reached as many as eight, but with medical assistants, there is a team of thirty people. They skillfully cut open the soldiers' wounds, took out the arrow clusters, and bandaged them in a hurry, without even applying medicine.

If it were normal, the soldier would have a high probability of infection and death.

But how could the priests of the Holy See of Light be vegetarian? They all emitted a sacred light and used healing techniques. Soon the wounded soldiers healed, and they actually jumped around and picked up crossbows and continued to participate in the battle.

This scene fell into the eyes of Lu'an's crossbowmen, and they were stunned. This was too challenging for them to get their nerves? They finally shot down an enemy soldier with their superb shooting skills, but after a while he appeared on the battlefield again, feeling like he was dreaming.

How to fight this kind of enemy?

The other party is a desperate little strongman.

On the other hand, once they were injured by arrows, they would be dragged out of the battlefield by their companions. After the medical team had to save them, they would have to leave their lives to fate.

What I fear most is comparison.

Everyone is a soldier, why?

Under such a huge difference, the morale of Lu'an City's army, especially the crossbowmen and shield defenders who suppressed the opponent on the front line, plummeted.

"Haha~ Our Guangming lineage is strong here."

Wu Hui from the Kingdom of God ate the butcher shop with a smile and popcorn, and felt very happy.

When he was playing a game called World of Warcraft on Earth, the one he hated the most was Paladins or Priests. Those people could fight and breastfeed, and they were like the ulcers who could not beat them.

But now, there are a lot of young strong men under Wu Hui's command, and there is only the word "sweet".

Master Connor, please feel the fear of being dominated by a lot of young strong people.

Wu Hui looked at Viscount Connor with sympathy. Where did you think you were not good to be a free and happy nobleman? He had to be in Lu'an City, but he blocked my way.

Sorry, I can only crush you.
Chapter completed!