"Splash splash splash..."
A deep, resounding wolf howl echoed from the distant Holy Lord City, powerful and imposing, but it did not cause Wayne any concern.
The Holy Judgment Order is known as the world's strongest fighting force, and this is not just empty talk; it is a reputation earned through real blood and fire battles.
The Pope dares to claim to possess unparalleled power, and that refers to the Holy Judgment Order!
Although the Holy Judgment Order has never appeared on the front lines, as its primary responsibility is decapitation strikes, no royal family has ever been able to resist its Holy Judgment Order operations.
While their individual strength still cannot rival that of a catapult, it has clearly surpassed human standards.
They could be seen as a group of Captain America who never get tired, never need to eat, never need to rest, and have no brains.
After all, it contains an extremely small amount of divine blood, only a single drop.
But this is already the upper limit that humanity can bear.
The torrential rain had already begun to fall, but the deep snoring and thunderous roar of the wolf pack drowned out the sound of the rain. Even though they were still some distance from the Holy Lord City, they could still clearly feel the slight tremors of the ground.
Below Wayne, expressionless, he sat upright in the luxurious Church carriage, coldly gazing in the direction of the distant Holy Lord City.
He was positioned further back, after all, a major battle was about to break out, and he didn't want to be torn to pieces by the aftershocks.
The heavy rain did not bother him at all; on the contrary, the two hundred missionaries who followed to provide logistics were all soaked to the bone.
" The Church is holy and merciful, giving life to all things, but there are always some bastards who think our Church is weak and easy to bully, and even commit the crime of deceiving the emperor! Today we must show the Church's thunderous methods!" Wayne's eyes were like knives, but he was holding two beautiful women dressed in pure white priestly robes in his arms. Although his words were righteous and awe-inspiring, after speaking, he lowered his head and went to enjoy himself. He was quite busy.
"Boom boom boom..."
Accompanied by a blinding bolt of lightning in the night sky, a torrent of black Werewolf swept in.
"Unclean! Unclean! Unclean!!!"
The Holy Knight, who sensed the Werewolf's presence immediately, almost simultaneously raised his golden greatsword, his golden armor seemingly gleaming faintly in the night.
"Puff!!!"
The heavy breathing, like that of a jet engine, thundered, and accompanied by the sound of breathing, the black torrent, without flinching or avoiding, forcefully crashed against the golden defensive line.
"Awoooooo..." The mournful howls of wolves rang out as the greatsword slashed down, and the five hundred Holy Knight withstood the onslaught of the wolf pack like a tidal wave without wavering in the slightest.
The golden greatsword was raised high, and with each slash, it cleaved the Werewolf in two; no Werewolf could withstand its immense power.
The Holy Knight, like a true steam engine, fought tirelessly and fearlessly against the sweeping torrent of Werewolf.
Blood splattered and mingled with the rainwater.
The first wave of Werewolf charged straight into the Holy Knight ' defenses and were instantly cleaved into mangled limbs and bloody pulp.
Every living being experiences an instinctive fear of death.
But this group of Werewolf, gathered together, were like Holy Knight infused with divine blood at this moment, fearless of death!
Countless Werewolf charged forward, surrounding the Holy Knight from all sides, launching a frenzied assault.
The black Werewolf wave had completely surrounded the Holy Knight ' ranks, and their terrifying size and number finally made Wayne's expression change.
"Damn! How come there are so many Werewolf?"
Lord Wayne looked at the black torrent that almost completely surrounded the mountain in the distance, and felt a chill run down his spine!
"You scoundrel! Bishop Duoxia harbors malicious intentions and deserves to die!"
Before they came, they specifically scouted out the approximate number of Werewolf in the Holy Lord City. Although the Church was a bit wicked, it wasn't stupid. And the Church in Lino City, controlled by Archbishop Duoxia, was responsible for scouting the numbers, since it was the closest to them.
According to Archbishop Duoxia, the number of Werewolf in the Holy Lord City is at most two thousand.
However, looking at the besieged hilltops and the ever-flowing Werewolf packs still rushing in from the direction of the Holy Lord City, there are probably as many as 20,000 Werewolf!
If this was intentional, then the thoughts of so Archbishop Duoxia become quite interesting.
Wayne was no longer calm.
Five hundred against two thousand, the advantage is in my hands! The Holy Knight' powerful combat strength and their steel armor can completely erase this slight difference in numbers.
But five hundred against twenty thousand is not even in the same league! This Werewolf could overwhelm the Holy Knight ' team with sheer numbers!
Even if that steel armor is highly defensive, it's still just steel armor. Little Norton has already verified that it can be dismantled and deformed by Werewolf.
No matter how powerful the Holy Knight is, if relentlessly pursued by Werewolf, he will surely be pinned to the ground, and nothing good will come of it.
The black torrent had completely obscured the figures of the five hundred Holy Knight, and the torrential rain washing over the earth could not wash away the ever-increasing blood and mud on the ground.
Looking at the Werewolf figures that almost covered the entire mountain, Lord Wayne almost couldn't sit still.
He was terrified and utterly desperate.
Although the besieged Holy Judgment Order continued to unleash powerful forces, even occasionally tearing open a gaping hole in the dark torrent of Werewolf, Lord Wayne could still clearly see that Holy Knight were beginning to fall within them...
The Werewolf's severed limbs and mangled corpse were trampled into the muddy, bloody mess by his kin behind him. The golden steel helmet with two small wings was squeezed out of the center of the fight and was severely deformed.
The howls of the Holy Knight and the mournful cries of the Werewolf drowned out the sound of the raging rain. A black torrent of Werewolf had even begun to break away from the fighting and sweep towards Lord Wayne's location.
"Call!"
Wayne took a deep breath; his trembling body still clearly showed the fear in his heart.
Even so, he still managed to stand up with difficulty, holding onto the handrail of the carriage.
The unwavering resolve beneath his terrified expression seemed to truly embody the holiness proclaimed by the Church.
With a swift "whoosh!" he drew his holy sword from his waist, severing the rope connecting the carriage and the horses. His knees buckled, and he struggled to climb onto the horse's back. Then, raising his arms, he shouted, "The holiness and nobility of the Church are inviolable! The majesty of His Majesty is sacred and inviolable! Missionaries, charge with me!!!"
Wayne took the lead, urging his specially trained warhorse to charge towards the Werewolf sweeping in from afar.
"Kill them!!!"
The two hundred missionaries, trained through inhuman methods, had already been severely brainwashed. Even though they were facing a mountain full of Werewolf, even though this charge was a death sentence, even though their legs were weak with fear, they did not hesitate at all. They roared and followed closely behind Lord Wayne, charging head-on at the Werewolf.
They will hold fast to their inner faith until they enter Heaven!
Unfortunately, the so-called faith they uphold is nothing more than what the Church has instilled in them.
The rain intensified, and the sound of the downpour eventually drowned out the sounds of the battlefield.
The blood that had been impossible to wash away before was finally diluted rapidly under the torrential rain, and the horrific scene was completely eliminated.
"Splash splash splash..."
The rain was bleak, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Norton reached out and caught some rainwater, then withdrew his hand and used it to wipe the stains off his clock tower floor.
Damn it, these bats are pooping everywhere, the clock tower stinks terribly, and Norton just can't stand it anymore!
The Church knights who came to search the bell tower during this period could not stand the stench of bat droppings, and after a cursory glance, they never came back.
The bats in this world are not associated with Vampire, and this era is very suitable for their survival. Bats fly everywhere at dusk, so the appearance of a few bats in the bell tower did not arouse any alarm among the Church knights.
The reason bats were associated with vampires in the last world was because their wing shape and lifestyle were similar to the demons in folklore, which is why they were linked to Vampire. Ultimately, it was a metaphorical way of associating bats with fictional creatures.
Vampire do exist in this world, but they are two completely different things, so there is no need or possibility for them to be linked.