Fallen Angel
One soldier fell, and a new one immediately took his place. Both sides had gone bloodshot with killing, as if they had forgotten their fear of death.
As the headquarters of the Church, Sacred Light Mountain's unique political significance made this mountain city unlike any other.
Ever since humanity became the continent's dominant race, this had been the safest place on the entire continent. There were no city walls or fortresses here; they relied on sheer confidence.
The years had proven that point. Aside from internal Church conflicts, no foreign enemy had ever reached its doorstep.
Unfortunately, even the most glorious power would eventually decline. The internally rotten Church faced its greatest challenge today.
The roaring Magic Crystal Cannons, dazzling magic, and whistling crossbow bolts could not conceal the Church's growing decline.
The power of faith was certainly formidable, but it could not make up for the gap in strength. Compared with the elite Frankish army, the hastily conscripted Church forces were nothing but cannon fodder.
If they had not committed a large number of extraordinary forces to the battle, the fragile Sacred Mountain defense line would have been torn open long ago.
All sorts of Church military forces had been thrown into battle, and Pope Pius VII's heart bled. These were the Church's finest. Once they suffered heavy losses, they would be difficult to replenish in a short time.
The age of great contention had only just begun, yet they had already depleted their reserves. They would undoubtedly suffer greatly in future competition.
"Rather than sit here and wait for death, we should make use of our advantage in having many experts. Tonight, we'll raid the enemy camp and teach the Franks a brutal lesson!"
Reinforcements would still need time to arrive. Their only option now was