Chapter 43: Bingcheng Broken

Regarding the launch of the Saint Blade, the quartermaster had a dispute with Lionard.

"Guild Leader Silver Coin is deep in the enemy camp probing the situation. Launching now will put him in danger," the quartermaster said.

Lionard waved his hand and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. He's already over ninety years old. He will protect himself. Even if he really encounters misfortune, count it as his dedication to the light."

The quartermaster understood the meaning of this sentence: 'He's over ninety, let him die if he dies, he has no value.' However, this wasn't the first time Lionard had ignored other people's lives like this. The quartermaster was long used to it, and instead said:

"But the source of Holy Essence liquid hasn't been found out yet. If there is any accident, we will lose this source of goods."

The quartermaster didn't quite understand why Lionard suddenly changed his mind. If he couldn't master the source of goods, it would be better to maintain the status quo. At least he could still have nine times the profit. Watering it down, doubling it to fourteen or fifteen times wasn't a problem.

"What accident can there be? Catch people and interrogate them strictly, and you can always ask. Such a large amount of Essence liquid, such high purity, it is estimated that there will be a very large area of native Holy Mushroom forest. It's not something three or five hundred people can handle. Catch three or five and you can ask," Lionard said dismissively.

"But..." The quartermaster still wanted to say something, but received the latest news sent back by Silver Coin. There was a periodic storm that affected the entire abyss in that place. All living things couldn't survive in that storm and had to find a place to hide. This was a huge destruction to the continuity of the war.

"Where are there so many 'buts'? Purifying the abyss, eliminating heretics, spreading light, delivering the gospel, isn't that the goal of our Saint Blade Legion? Use the divine blade to cleanse the filth. If someone sacrifices for this, it is their glory. Go!" Lionard's tone was already impatient.

The quartermaster didn't dare to say anything more and turned away submissively.

Lying lazily there for a long time, Lionard took out his Saint Blade badge, on which a strange symbol was flickering slowly.

The Saint Blade badge was the symbol of the highest power of the Saint Blade Army. Every symbol on it had its own meaning. Now this symbol was called the Highest Mobilization Order. When this symbol appeared, the Saint Blade Army had to make the highest mobilization preparations, ready to participate in the battle at any time.

Since taking over the position of God's Knight of the Saint Blade Army, Lionard didn't think this symbol would ever light up one day. Back then, he spent a lot of money to be transferred to the Saint Blade Army. Nominally, it was to guard the abyss, but he thought he was here to retire.

The Saint Blade Army was stationed in a remote area, far from the center of power. The only benefit was being able to get some abyss specialties and play with a few country girls. He finally found a way to make money, but before he got his hands on it, he received a mobilization order. Are you kidding?

Lionard had no patience to wait any longer. Grabbing the money path and making more money was the real thing. As for what this mobilization order represented, if it was too dangerous, finding a way to change places was the real thing.

But entertaining always needed money. Making money was the most practical. As for letting a few more people die? Some commoners and lowly people, it didn't matter. The mission of the Saint Blade Army was to cleanse the abyss. Sacrificing for the mission was their glory.

Dragged by Feilin to the new area of the dungeon, Ang saw ten thousand wailing refugees.

There were only one hundred Saint Blade soldiers teleported over. Under the joint efforts of the two Holy Servants, one hundred Saint Blade soldiers were suddenly teleported to the Isthmus Square in front of Bingcheng. Previously, the one hundred and fifty tons of grain and Silver Coin's trio were also teleported to this position.

Teleportation had stricter requirements for space than teleportation arrays. Near Bingcheng, the Isthmus Square was the most suitable.

When teleporting grain, Bingcheng was prepared. Weapons and personnel were ready to prevent accidents, but Anna and Lan left in the morning. Because they were with Silver Coin, they didn't think the enemy would launch an attack, so they didn't raise the alert level.

By the time the two Holy Servants walked into the square to unfold the positioning ceremony, the guards of Bingcheng didn't know what was happening, reporting layer by layer. By the time there was feedback, a strong light flashed, and one hundred fully armed Saint Blade soldiers had appeared in the center of the square.

Facing fully armed enemies, the guards knew what to do without reporting. They hurriedly turned the crossbows to prepare to fire, and then they witnessed a very professional siege battle.

Ten tall and strong heavy-armored shield soldiers carried heavy shields taller than people, standing in the front row of the team, hooking left and right, hooking with the shields next to them, and the sharp tips at the bottom were inserted into the ground, supporting steadily.

Ten priests cast Holy Shields, blessing them on the heavy shields. One by one, translucent shields floated on the surface of the heavy shields.

The two Holy Knights inserted their two-handed swords into the ground, kneeling on one knee, holding the sword hilts with both hands. They radiated halos, and wherever the halos reached, little starlight flickered on everyone.

Pious Halo, could improve the defense of team members within the halo.

Under the blessing of heavy shields, Holy Shields, and Pious Halo, the entire team was as solid as gold.

The rest of the personnel began to prepare. Among them, eight Holy Knights summoned their warhorses. Only Holy Knights had the ability to summon warhorses. There were only ten Holy Knights in this team, meaning at most ten cavalrymen.

Hum hum hum! Three consecutive crossbow string sounds rang out. Two arm-thick city defense crossbow arrows nailed onto the heavy shields, and one missed. The arrowheads of the crossbow arrows that hit the target shattered, and the arrow shafts shattered into thousands of wood chips and flew away.

The Holy Shields on the surface of the heavy shield wall shattered first, and then the crossbow arrows fell onto the heavy shields. Behind the shield wall, the heavy-armored shield soldiers who were hit and the shield soldiers on the left and right were like being struck by lightning, spraying a mouthful of blood.

The priests immediately treated them, using an emergency healing spell to suppress the internal injuries suffered, and then a Holy Light Grace to slowly restore more injuries.

Among the eight Holy Knights who summoned warhorses, one had a red cloak. Only hearing him shout loudly: "Shield wall, advance!"

The heavy shield soldiers carried their shields, stepping with slow and heavy steps, one step by one, neatly forward.

"Hallelujah—Messiah—Persia—Sisma—Amaka—" Everyone sang hymns in unison, hymns with three notes as a section, coordinating everyone's pace, allowing everyone to maintain a neat and uniform rhythm, so the shield wall could be seamless.

And the content of the hymns was nothing more than 'praising God, praising the Lord, giving clothes, giving food, no disaster or disease', and so on.

Seeing the crossbow arrows were loaded, they heard the red-cloaked Holy Knight shout: "Stop! Shield!"

The crossbowmen on the wall didn't know what to do, whether to shoot or not.

Seeing the crossbow arrows were drawn but not fired, the red-cloaked Holy Knight immediately changed the order: "Shield wall! Advance alternately."

So the shield wall was divided into two halves, one half stopped, one half moved forward a distance, stopped, and changed the other half to advance, alternating like this, and the team slowly approached the city wall.

Confusion occurred on the city wall. They had never seen such a professional attack.

Because of the Wind of Rest, this world hadn't experienced large-scale wars for over a thousand years, and regular defensive battles were almost non-existent. The defensive capability of Bingcheng compared to the Saint Blade Army was like the difference between village militia and regular army.

Approaching the distance of bows and arrows, the red-cloaked Knight waved his hand: "Crossbow arrows, suppress."

Almost half of the team brought crossbow arrows, fifty shots in a wave, firing in turns, and the defenders on the wall were suppressed and couldn't lift their heads.

The red-cloaked Knight flipped onto his horse, lined up and moved out. Every step forward, the holy light on them became brighter. Led by the red-cloaked Holy Knight, the eight Holy Knights actually stepped out the momentum of thousands of troops and horses. Invisible power surged between them, finally turning into a shout that resounded through the world: "Divine! Charge!"

The power of the eight Holy Knights converged into one, hitting the city gate. Wood chips flew, and the Bingcheng gate was broken. ===== CHAPTER 44 =====