"Mr. Fayer, the undead army has now reached a place only fifty kilometers away from the Xueshi City."

At some point, Fayer, who had been wearing a white warrior robe embroidered with gold edges and a large number of complicated religious patterns, was standing quietly on the edge of the hills, looking at the distant horizon with a torch, as if trying to lock in the towering city. Behind him were several armed priests wearing black priests and respectfully demeanor.

"Why inform me? I'm not the commander of the Legion."

In a gentle tone, Fayer, who has always been known for his toughness, seems to have changed a lot since that war.

"Haha, Bishop, you are joking. As the most favored warrior of the Lord of Glory and the commander of the special troops appointed by the Pope, we must of course inform you."

Boom~~~~

Just as the conversation was over, heavy and neat footsteps came from behind the few people with the sound of metal friction, but none of them turned back.

"Is that... Commander? I'm just a Skywalker and have never led troops to fight. Are you so relieved by the Pope?"

Fayere, who had a stern face, couldn't help but recall a month ago...

At that time, after learning that he had liberated the Holy Gospel Knight, the Pope immediately promoted him from his original teaching position to his bishop, and even planned to form a knighthood. If he hadn't strongly opposed it, he would probably be the commander of a legion now.

He is not a person who is passionate about power. In contrast, he is more willing to walk and fight alone.

"Sir, you are the messenger chosen by the Lord of Glory. You themselves represent the will of the Lord of Glory, so why don't you feel at ease?"

"Is that true...that's all that."

After saying that, the hesitation on Fayere's face immediately receded like a tide, and he returned to perseverance and decisiveness. He was such a person, either not to do it, but if he had to do it, he would do it best. This is also one of the habits he developed in his years of killer career.

"What's going on in the city now?"

"The Grand Duke Azel did not seem to be in a position to face either side, but instead contracted all his troops into the city."

"Hmph, it's a very smart and stupid decision. Putting yourself in a cage can ensure temporary safety, but it will eventually become a dead meat on the chopping board."

Boom boom boom boom~~~~~

The footsteps were getting closer, as if there were thousands of troops marching behind them, but they still had no intention of turning back.

"Where is the activity of the undead?"

"Well, so far, the undead army has stopped, just like our army, and seems to be waiting for something. Maybe it is a subsequent reinforcement."

"Forget it, I'm not very interested in what they want... what about Mu?"

"There is no news for the time being except for some abnormal movements of Skywalker."

"It's true, he... the day demon doesn't care about anything other than Yasha's tears. He is not interested in us, the undead, and the Duchy of Tiling. He looks so arrogant."

boom!

Just as I was about to arrive behind everyone, all the footsteps suddenly disappeared in the last step, leaving only the sound of the rushing sound of the flags blew...

At this moment, looking around, behind Fayere, countless knights wearing silver knight armor, coated with white cloth, and white cloak, with a steep expression were lined up in an orderly queue, standing motionless like a javelin. In the dazzling sunlight, the entire high ground seemed to be covered with a layer of silver armor.

The mighty knights were all holding a nearly two-meter-long cavalry rifle, but those cavalry rifles were not traditional cavalry rifles, but were similar to magic weapons developed by the Silver Federation. The biggest feature of these knights was their chests, the dark blue sword-shaped cross, which was in sharp contrast with the Red Cross of other Crusaders.

"The newly compiled Knights of Kadagal, with 1,389 people, come to visit!"

"The newly compiled Knights of Saint Noel, with 1,507 people coming to visit!"

"The newly compiled Kullan Mohist Knights, with 1,580 people, come to visit!"

"The newly compiled Shengya Armed Cliff Instrument, all 1,030 people are coming to visit!"

"The newly woven squadron, with 1,810 people, are coming to visit!"

………

Soon, more than ten legion commanders carried out their troops' numbers and the number of people coming. After hearing this, Fayere did not say a word, but turned slowly and walked towards the more than ten commanders.

Kakka~~~~~

Just as he turned around, the teams of knights standing straight suddenly started from the first row, one after another, half kneeled on the ground, and a wave of ups and downs suddenly started in the neat and dense square formation.

Not long after, all the knights half-kneeled to the ground, lowered their heads very respectfully and looked down. After all the knights knelt down, the commander of the army of more than ten meters also stroked his right hand to his chest and half-kneeled respectfully to the ground.

"We come to visit the glorious son who symbolizes the supreme glory of our Lord in the name of the Pope."

"At the same time, Fayer Dohana Nie, his position as bishop has risen and he is ranked as Archbishop!"

"Finally, we will form a special force [Angel Front], that is, the first air magic tactical mobile crusade, and the command will be handed over to Archbishop St. Fayer!"

After speaking, a legion commander suddenly took out a red square-necked mass belt embroidered with gold thorns and doves, and respectfully presented it to Fayere with both hands.

"I will..."

Looking at the Mass belt that symbolized great power with calm eyes, Fayere slowly stretched out his right hand.

“…the acceptance of the whole body and the whole spirit, whether it is sin or glory.”

After saying that, he gently picked up the ribbon and quickly hung it on his neck. In the envious and enthusiastic gazes of the priests around him, he slowly stroked the soft silk scarf belt with his eyes closed.

“Amen…”

Click!

In an instant, with Fayere's gentle reminder, all the knights suddenly stood up, and a metal friction sound suddenly broke the calm.

“amen!amen!amen…!”

Everyone called out loudly that prayer that had been passed down for thousands of years. With each call, the enthusiasm in everyone's heart would be ignited, and everyone's blood would boil once. Driven by fanatical faith, the originally dull prayer quickly turned into a thunderous thunder. The momentum of the entire legion was suddenly elevated to a terrifying level in prayer.

"Do you want... meaningless killing again..."
Chapter completed!