The battle for Lorint was still ongoing. Outside the city, it was no longer a matter of attack and defense; the biggest task was rounding up prisoners.
Although the large-scale fighting around Lorint had swept all opposition aside, that did not mean the city could simply be taken outright.
As Kingsbia's regular army swiftly collapsed, some fanatics of the Life Divine Religion continued to resist, even preparing for street fighting within the city.
But ultimately, the fanatics were only brainwashed ordinary people. However fervent their faith, their fighting ability could not compare with well-trained, mentally resilient elite soldiers.
At the rear positions of Dierjia's Forward Legion, the wound on Mulan's arm had begun to stabilize. Aside from the effects of his own magic power, several bishop-level figures from the Holy Temple were personally treating him, sincerely wishing to do so. Not everyone enjoyed such treatment.
"Reporting, Legion Commander! We have broken through Lorint's defenses on all fronts. Our troops have entered the city and are still fighting pockets of resistance. Resistance forces spontaneously formed by Kingsbians to oppose the cult are also cooperating with us. We should be able to take the city completely before dark."
"Good. Well done. Move headquarters forward too."
"Yes, sir!"
The entire Forward Legion advanced. Along Lorint's outer defenses, surrendered soldiers stood everywhere in groups large and small, with piles of confiscated weapons scattered all around.
Mulan stood atop a Steam Tank as it rolled slowly forward. Wherever he passed, Dierjia's soldiers saluted him, while the Kingsbian prisoners watched him warily.
Whether some Dierjia soldier had told them or some Kingsbians already knew, word about the Forward Legion's commander had begun circulating among small groups of prisoners. That terrifying giant standing amid the light had been their legion commander, Mulan Jonester.
Looking at the approaching