Chapter 291

Beneath the delicate black silk dress, her fair and smooth skin was revealed.

Slightly reddish.

"This..."

Lamaline was genuinely astonished to see that even her wounds had been healed.

She hesitated, then looked up at Maria in front of her, a strong question welling up in her mind.

This desire compelled her to voice her suppressed question.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Is this important?

Maria didn't reply, but silently revealed the ring on her hand.

Lamaline was stunned for a moment before realizing what Maria meant.

Maria ultimately chose to participate in these matters.

But this was not something she did voluntarily.

She helped him, and as the one who dragged her down, he already owed her a favor.

Clearly, Maria has already figured out how to repay this favor.

This made Lamaline pause for a moment, then she silently lowered her head.

"I won't forget."

The girl spoke with certainty.

"What should we do next, Your Highness?"

Seeing their lord rescued, the other Banshees quickly hoisted him up, but hesitated when they were about to proceed to the next step.

In this situation, they still wanted to hear Maria's opinion.

What should we do next?

"Let's retreat."

Maria's voice was calm.

Now that Lamaline has been rescued, there's no need for them to waste time staying here.

The reason they were able to so easily break through the entire camp was not only because Maria was indeed exceptionally skilled, but also because the Allied Forces soldiers didn't have time to react.

But now, after this brief respite, some of these soldiers should have realized what was happening and begun to organize themselves.

The longer the delay, the more soldiers will gather, and the more complicated the situation they will face.

Maria herself is not a problem to protect herself, but if there are too many people, she may not be able to control herself to release her abilities to annihilate these enemies.

There's no need to fight unnecessary conflicts.

Therefore, Maria chose to retreat temporarily.

The other Banshees nodded in agreement, Lamaline, whose body had not yet recovered, and prepared to retreat.

At this moment, Lamaline gritted her teeth.

"There are still enemies..."

"Um?"

Another group of enemies has set off.

Lamaline looked at her compatriots present and took a deep breath.

"I overheard something during the operation... besides the Glory-class warship we discovered, another team has secretly set off."

"That group's target was also the royal city... Did you defeat them too?"

Lamaline's voice was somewhat expectant, but everyone present was stunned when they heard her words.

There's another batch.

But... didn't they only repel the Glory-class warship?

In an instant, everyone realized something was wrong, and their expressions changed drastically!

By the time everyone finally returned to the Banshee Capital, it was already too late to salvage the situation.

The tranquil and elegant city is gone; enormous airships soar through the air, coldly hurling various objects into the urban area.

Roaring flames rose continuously from afar, accompanied by mournful howls that echoed through the night!

"This!"

Lamaline was completely stunned by what she saw.

Her first instinct was to rush back and defend her city.

But her weakened body caused her to collapse to the ground after only a few steps.

"Your Excellency!"

At this moment, the other Banshees hurriedly stepped forward, trying to pull Lamaline up.

Their gazes couldn't help but drift into the distance.

City...

Their city...

Their home...

It has already fallen and become a battlefield...

For a moment, all the Banshees present were at a loss.

Their emotions compelled them to rush to the capital immediately and fight alongside their homeland.

But their reason told them they had to escape... The royal city had already fallen, and going there would only mean certain death!

The only option is to run away...

We must escape!

A strong sense of resentment overwhelmed everyone's hearts; they clenched their fists and stared intently at the distant flames.

No sound came out of his throat.

When Maria saw this, she lowered her hat brim slightly.

She didn't say much, but silently walked forward.

"Your Highness..."

The Banshees were somewhat stunned, not understanding what Maria was going to do.

Maria didn't offer any explanation, but simply turned her head slightly to the side.

"Come back when the airship crashes..."

After saying that, she walked silently toward the war-torn city.

Her slender figure was illuminated by the firelight.

Swaying unsteadily...

Screams echoed continuously throughout the city.

The city could no longer guarantee peace.

The crowd scrambled excitedly, trying to avoid the bombs being dropped from the sky.

Amidst the ruins, mothers held their children, weeping helplessly.

Even more insane individuals, upon realizing they cannot escape their fate of disappointment, descend into utter madness.

But none of this could stop the cold-blooded soldiers from advancing their lines.

They ruthlessly raised their weapons, slaughtering everyone within their sight.

The Sarkaz are not like them... they are monsters, beasts, and even if you fight them, you don't need to feel any guilt.

These are words deeply etched into their minds.

This prompted them to commit those inhumane killings without any remorse.

But within this crowd, there was a person covered in bandages, desperately calling out.

"This way... bring the child this way!"

Look in the direction of the sound.

Father Sankta, who had been ostracized, framed, and even despised by them in the past, still stood at the entrance of his church, wearing his tattered, patched monk's robes.

He desperately tried to calm everyone down, risking his life to stand guard outside his church.

"You damned bastards!"

Once again, someone noticed this out-of-place Sankta Angels.

The brutality of war enraged and filled them with resentment.

Completely losing their minds, their primal instincts drove them to attack each other once more.

But this time, the priest was not beaten again.

He dodged the attack by sidestepping, and with a simple punch, he sent the man crashing to his knees.

Seeing the approaching crowd, he decisively drew the only Guardian Gun he had and fired it into the air!

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire is the best accomplice in tearing apart all madness.

At this moment, the priest revealed a sharpness he had never displayed before.

His gaze was chilling as he looked at everyone present.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now..."

He spoke in a firm tone.

"Now, if you want your children to live, send them to the church..."

If there was still some room for drama in the usual conflicts, there's no such opportunity now.

The Allied Forces soldiers are closing in, and these people are only wasting their precious time and squandering their already limited chance of escape!

Looking at the still hesitant and confused crowd around him, the priest paused for a moment before continuing in a gentle tone.

"This is the Laterano Church... As long as I live, this is an unauthorized area of Laterano. Any killing committed here will be considered a provocation against Laterano. As long as I live, no matter how vicious the Allied Forces are, they won't dare to attack..."

The priest used the fewest words possible to make the importance of the matter clear to everyone present.

He can protect the weakest children now that he has sent them here, and they will have more strength to escape, and perhaps there will be a chance to meet again in the future.

But if we continue to dwell on this and cause trouble, the result will be even more deaths!

Why should we believe you?!

Even among the crowd, some voices still voiced their doubts.

It wasn't that they didn't want to believe the priest's words, but rather that they were aware of what they had done to him.

They simply couldn't believe that the other party would be so kind as to save them, a group of Sarkaz.

The hatred between them is far stronger than that between any other race in this world!

"..."

The priest did not explain.

He simply stood there, silently watching everyone present, without saying a word.

Amidst this oppressive atmosphere, a woman emerged.

She didn't say anything, but silently held back her tears and gently handed the crying baby in her arms to the priest.

"Mrs. Agni ..." The priest spoke gently to the woman who had once helped him.