Although the novice bishop wasn't considered a high-ranking official in Fir City, he was still considered to have connections far beyond that of a squad leader like them.
Making a good impression on his superiors was exactly what he wanted to do, especially since he couldn't very well lie and say there was no problem under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Thinking this, the priest had already drawn his longsword from its sheath. His face was excited, and his voice was loud but trembling slightly:
"Rebels, prepare to die!"
Are you not thinking clearly enough?
[ The Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] sighed, then shouted in unison:
"Brothers, let's fight!"
As soon as the words were spoken, all the players near the gate pounced on the Holy Crusaders leader and his men like a pack of starving dogs.
The player who only emerged from the tunnel with his upper body was completely ignored. He tried to climb out but was stepped on by three people in a row. He grimaced and withdrew back into the tunnel, waiting for them to make way.
On the other side, the players who were farther away from the gate began to charge towards it. Almost a breath had passed since [ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] gave the order, and four or five players had already pinned the squad leader to the ground. Others took advantage of the opportunity of being under control to draw their swords and attack.
Seeing their captain swallowed up by the rebels in the blink of an eye, the other Holy Crusaders drew their weapons and rushed over. The novice bishop behind them was stunned for a moment by the scene, then pulled a whistle from his neck, took a deep breath, and blew it loudly.
With a series of beeping whistles, all the members of the Provisional First Knight Order began to move towards the house, and an encirclement was quickly formed.
However, just as the novice bishop thought he had the upper hand, the window on the second floor of the house suddenly Shattered, and wood chips, along with snowflakes from the crack, flew around. Under immense pressure, the entire window broke free from its frame.
He stared intently toward the second floor and saw that the small window was completely filled with the upper bodies of four or five rebels. These people were like madmen, completely lacking any order. Even the lowest villagers would maintain basic social distancing when summoned to an open space by the tax collector, but this common sense seemed to be absent from these rebels.
"Aaaaaah, don't push me!"
"Stop yelling! Give us a push, guys in the back! Once we get down, it'll be your turn!"
"That's right! Push it faster, push it faster!"
"Why are there only so few Holy Crusaders? How are they going to divide the heads if there are so few?"
"How else do you want it divided? Whoever grabs it first gets to keep it."
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here first. Everyone, clear your lungs of air, or you'll look ridiculous if you keep choking."
Countless languages, both understandable and incomprehensible, mingled together, like a clump of paste, obscuring the ears of the novice bishop and his guards.
Before everyone's eyes, the window frame, crammed with rebel soldiers, shattered completely after letting out a final whistle, cracking the wooden wall below as well. Seven or eight players, piled on top of each other, fell and crashed heavily to the ground.
They shouted, cursed, and shoved each other, like a chaotic mass of beings beyond description, charging towards the novice bishop before they could even stand properly.
Behind them, above them, inside the second floor of a house that had been destroyed, countless rebels leaped down from the hole once again.
Some of them crashed to the ground, while others landed heavily on their comrades who hadn't yet gotten up. Even the few rebels who hesitated about whether to jump were forcibly pushed down by those behind them.
The entire residential area was like a demonic cave constantly churning out monsters. Countless monsters that resembled humans but were not human at all burrowed in and out of every hole in this demonic cave, launching a reckless attack on the Holy Crusaders in front of them like Blood Corpse thirsting for life.
Upon witnessing this scene, the novice bishop felt his hair stand on end. This had nothing to do with the individual strength of the rebels on paper. Just as the vast majority of the Blood Corpse that made up the Corpse Tide were actually as weak as ants, this did not prevent the Corpse Tide from becoming one of the Calamity of this world.
Now, he had a vague sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen the Blood Corpse Tide on the city walls before winter.
Although these creatures in front of us are clearly not Blood Corpse, it is precisely because they possess both human intelligence and the madness of Blood Corpse that they are even more terrifying.
Amidst the chaotic movements of hundreds of players, the old two-story wooden house began to sway little by little.
The pillars that had been driven into the ground to provide support began to loosen, and the entire house seemed poised to collapse with a gust of wind.
However, the players didn't care about these things. Seeing that the tunnel exit had been exposed, [ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] immediately changed the plan, adjusting the players' highest priority task to guarding the tunnel exit.
At this moment, more Holy Crusaders had gathered from the surrounding area. Seeing this, [ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] waved his hand and shouted loudly:
"Those with good aim, come with me to the second floor and hold the position. We must defend the tunnel!"
"Someone go outside and tell those who haven't entered the city yet to hurry up! We need reinforcements! Any kind of reinforcements!"
Meanwhile, the Holy Crusaders who arrived at the scene also began to whistle upon seeing this horrific sight. The whistling filled the air as the main force of the Holy Crusaders in Fir City began to move slowly westward. A brutal battle was about to unfold in this residential area.
"Reporting to the Legion Commander, there's a problem in the area ahead."
A scout riding Hoofed Beast strode up to Marba to report, but the legion commander, who was looking at a map, didn't even raise an eyebrow before asking:
"What's the problem? Just say it."
About five miles ahead... there's a patch of flowers.
"Flower bushes?"
Marba looked up and around, confirming that he was indeed in the border region of the Tree Worship Church Theocracy, where the four seasons were distinct, and snowflakes were still falling continuously.
Neither in terms of time nor location should there be a flowerbed here.
But even demons had heard of the Wilderness of Chaos's disorder; it was no wonder that no one wanted a piece of land. In such a place, a Sea of Flowers didn't seem so unacceptable.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Send more scouts to investigate the Sea of Flowers. If there's no danger, we'll pass through it or march through it. If there is danger... we'll take a detour. Don't let these things disrupt our plans."
"Yes, sir."
Marba's confidant, who was also acting as a scout, nodded and then turned his Hoofed Beast back to the front lines.
Soon, a dozen elite Holy Crusaders riding Hoofed Beast entered the area filled with Aberration flowers from different directions. In the Second Holy See, this area was generally called the " Verdant Corridor."