The lead child soldier had just taken the rifle when the burly man who had handed it to him was shot in the head, blood and brains splattering everywhere.
The child soldier was so frightened that the rifle he had just received fell to the ground.
"Pick it up! You bastard!"
Actus cursed.
"I'll chop you down, you useless piece of trash who can't even hold a gun steady!"
Bang!
A shot struck Actus squarely in the face, and he fell straight backward.
The child soldiers all froze in place, muttering under their breath.
"The Savior is dead..."
Then, in the very next second, the child soldiers picked up the sharp implements around them and began devouring Actus's flesh and blood.
Even battle-hardened veterans were terrified by this bizarre scene, but fortunately, there were military priests and Exorcists with them.
"We'll save these children possessed by demons. You go kill the real demons."
At that moment, the soldiers were immensely glad they had brought these holy charlatans onto the battlefield. Otherwise, they truly would not have known what to do in a situation beyond their understanding.
Because the soldiers firmly believed they were fighting demons, fighting for justice, their combat efficiency was terrifyingly high.
Their actions were decisive and swift. Whether they faced male demons, female demons, or old demons, they showed no mercy.
Their sacred sense of mission drove away their fear and hesitation. Their shared faith also made their coordination seamless.
The battle soon drew to a close. No matter how fierce the bandits were, they could not stand against a regular army with unwavering faith, fine equipment, and rigorous training.
Habites was dug out of the ruins without any idea what had happened. His plan had clearly been flawless, his fortress impregnable, his men utterly loyal...
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