Chapter 1793: Bishop Simon Took the Stage
Seated on his warhorse, the old marquis Walton could not help smiling when he spotted the guards belonging to the Temple of the War God.
Everything had gone just as he had expected.
When faced with "outsiders," the Calamity Lady might ignore them as long as her own interests remained untouched, but the War God, renowned for his iron-fisted ruthlessness, would not.
He would inevitably respond.
Even while confronting the Calamity Lady, he would do so.
Looking at the guards, clearly composed of the Temple of the War God's elite, the old marquis could not help sighing.
He thought of his own side.
Apart from the Royal Guard, almost no force could reach this standard.
As for the soldiers in Aitandinburg's barracks?
Even the strongest of them would be no match for the temple's elite warriors before him.
He would not even withstand a single blow.
Born commoners, certain things had been decided for them from birth!
If they lacked what it took, they lacked what it took!
No amount of effort later in life would help!
By contrast, the nobles' private armies had some merit.
Still, apart from certain soldiers created through uncanny means, the rest would struggle to withstand such elites.
But that was a good thing, too.
At least it would make dealing with them easier.
For instance...
Instinctively, the old marquis glanced at the convoy behind him.
"We could have stood on the same side."
"Unfortunately..."
"You made the wrong choice."
Murmuring inwardly, the old marquis discreetly signaled the Royal Guard around him. Immediately, the Royal Guard, which had been escorting the party from Sika Territory, changed formation and began advancing alongside them instead.
Everything happened quietly.
Yet the situation had changed completely.
Now, the Temple of the War