Ga!

In the unknown cry, the black bird landed on half of the wheel. It turned its neck, with round black eyes, staring at the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Then, he pecked.

A piece of flesh and blood hanging on the wheel was held in the mouth of the black bird and swallowed it.

Whoosh!

A wave arrow hit the wheel and stuck in the soil. The black bird immediately flapped its wings and flew into the sky. Its black eyes overlooked the battle on the ground.

The black monster roared.

The knights waved their swords.

The soldiers used spears and bows as cover.

You come and I go.

With sharp teeth and sharp teeth, sharp blades, sparks splattered everywhere, and blood flew everywhere.

After the monster fell to the ground, it turned into soil with a strong smell of sea. After the humans fell to the ground, they turned into corpses.

These corpses have ferocious faces.

I am unwilling to accept it.

Implant expectations.

Can……

The ending cannot be changed.

Death means death.

The white priest robe stained red with blood.

His face was bloodless and he still maintained his last smile.

It is like the doctrine of the temple of forgiveness.

Comfort the world.

Forget yourself.

The high priest of the Harvest Temple, who had only one arm, raised his remaining left hand and sorted out the remains for the high priest of the Temple of Forgiveness.

He has to do this.

The other party died to save him.

"Retreat!"

"Those monsters were defeated!"

Such a sound rang.

Not the first time it's been ringing.

There was no initial joy and joy, and the only thing left was to hurry up and rest. The high priest of the Temple of War, who was fully commanding the battle, said hoarsely and asked in a low voice: "Have the messenger rushed out?"

"Run out, sir."

The knights of the Temple of War bowed and politely.

"That's good!"

"That's good!"

"It's better to have hope than not."

The high priest of the Temple of War turned his head and looked at the layers of defense built with carriages and corpses.

His eyes leaped over the line of defense, looking at the old men, women, and children who were praying in a low voice.

His lips opened slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he was left with only an apology whisper.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to take you out of danger."

"Sorry."

The voice became deeper and deeper.

Become inaudible.

His body swayed slightly and leaned against the flagpole of the battle flag behind him.

He was a little tired.

Need a break.

Just a moment.

The high priest of the Temple of War closed his eyes, his gray beard blew in the wind, and the sword and shield flag on his head, which belonged to the God of War, roared.

The remaining inspiration above was flickering, like a candlelight in the wind.

Bang!

The rope bound to the flag of swords and shields suddenly broke.

The light of inspiration was broken.

The candle fire is extinguished.

The battle flag danced with the wind, blew high into the sky, and then slowly fell.

It fell on the high priest of the Temple of War.

"grown ups!"

Several knights guarding the high priests of the Temple of War knelt on the ground and shouted in sobs.

Such a cry is abrupt and obvious on the battlefield where a little peace has just been gained.

Everyone looked here.

The knights placed their hands on their chests and bent down to salute.

The soldiers lowered their heads silently and recited the eulogy silently.

The protected civilians choked in a low voice.

Unlike the knights, soldiers, priests and deacons who went to the battlefield, they were not injured at all. The temporary defense line seemed to be broken in one rush, but it protected them like a solid foundation.

All of this was the command of the old man.

Standing on the roof of the only carriage that was not incorporated into temporary fortifications, the flag of swords and shields was raised, guarding them like a real shield.

This is how the high priest of the Temple of War is.

The same is true for the high priest of the Temple of Brave.

It was the closest time they were to danger. A group of monsters breaking in from the ground opened their bloody mouths covered with sharp teeth toward them.

The high priest of the Brave Temple rushed over without hesitation and knocked the monster back. The young child who was almost swallowed by the monster's mouth was also snatched back from the monster's mouth by the high priest.

Brave, go ahead.

Martial arts, kill the enemy and protect the people.

With his final shout, he stood at the forefront of this line of defense.

He glared wide, and under the ragged armor on his body were layered wounds.

He had long since lost his breath.

But he did not fall.

Just like the "courage" and "martial" he believed in.

Relying on one person, he killed hundreds of sudden monsters, and his faith... was not defiled.

Even though his face was dirty, stained with the dirt watered by blood.

Woo, woo!

"The monster is coming!"

The short sound of horns and clear voices informed people that another battle began.

"God!"

"Save us!"

A young child cried in a low voice, even if her mother held her mouth firmly, she could not hide such a sound.

Then, the mother saw her father who had been with her, walking out.

"Father."

The mother cried.

"Life."
To be continued...