Sacrifice and Revenge

"That's it!"

"Everything is over!"

Seeing Bradley get an arm severed by Leiya, Wells's face turned pale as he muttered to himself.

After being chased all the way back to the castle, Wells took the time to glance at his territory information panel, only to discover that his territory had already fallen completely.

Not a single territory resident or member of the Holy Army had survived. Only a little over twelve hundred Temple Warriors remained. Although more than a hundred clergymen were still alive, half of them were nuns and priests who had stayed in the castle to serve him.

As for the saints transformed from the King-tier Troop, only Bradley remained.

And now, Bradley had fallen behind in the battle. Perhaps it would not be long before that woman, who had advanced to a God-tier Troop during the battle, killed him.

Although reinforcements from other believers outside the territory were gradually arriving, the entire Wells Territory was already dead in all but name.

Suddenly, dazzling white light erupted in the sky.

Terrified, Wells was startled and staggered backward.

Fortunately, several nuns were supporting him from behind, so Wells did not fall disgracefully to the ground.

Because the movement had been too forceful, the wound on Wells's chest, which had been rapidly healing under Divine Art, split open again, spilling bright-red blood.

Seeing this, several nuns hurriedly cast their rudimentary Divine Art to help Wells recover from his injuries.

This wound had been left by Asimia.

Relying on her unique shockwave technique, the energy Asimia had left in Wells's wound repeatedly tore at his flesh, preventing it from healing.

When he had exchanged blows with Arman and Asimia, Wells had struggled desperately to escape their grasp and fled into the castle covered in wounds.

At the time, aside from the