Upon hearing that they could finally launch their attack, a glint of light appeared in [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ]'s eyes:
"Everyone's getting impatient, I'll gather them over right now."
A message was sent to the 200-member group chat " Second Holy See First Air Transport Unit ":
"Notify each other online and offline, everyone assemble in half an hour, and attack Black Pine City in one hour!"
"They're here!"
"Okay, okay!"
"Loyalty!"
Several replies appeared in the group chat instantly, followed by a string of emojis.
The players cheered with joy; the opportunity they had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The backyard of the church in Laurel Town was originally a place where priests Cultivation symbiotic plants and experimental plants.
However, those things have long since been removed, and all that remains are trees that look somewhat strange and twisted.
A large tree twitched, and then its trunk, which had been tightly twisted like a rope, gradually loosened, revealing its dormant body.
The body twitched, then opened its eyes and freed itself from the position of crossing its arms.
He crawled out of the tree trunk using both his hands and feet, organizing his equipment and tools as he went.
The other Tree of Rest also unfurled, releasing the Soul Returner within.
The group of people walked in small groups toward the open space filled with Soldier Bee, their faces filled with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.
Half an hour later, the squadron of Soldier Bee, filled with players, rose into the sky like a dark cloud, heading straight for Black Pine City in the south.
Amidst a thunderous buzzing sound, the commoners of Laurel Town looked up at the sky from behind their windows.
They had never seen such a large swarm of flying creatures before, and many felt as if they were in a dream.
This isn't the first time; after all, the seemingly impregnable city walls were breached in an instant just a few days ago.
If those are just dreams, then such absurd dreams are happening far too often.
Black Pine City, East District, vacant land.
"Prick!"
"Drink it!"
"Prick!"
"Drink it!"
In late spring, the sun hangs high in the sky, making the earth feel somewhat hot and dry.
Upon hearing the short and loud slogan, militiaman Buluke thrust his gun forward with a fierce thrust.
How did things turn out this way?
Having passed two rounds of assessments and signed the militia contract, this should have been a happy occasion for everyone, but... why are the training days so unbearable?
As a native of Black Pine City, Buluke had witnessed the Holy Crusaders ' training since he was a child.
While those guys weren't exactly slacking off, they weren't training like crazy either.
He could confidently guarantee that at least half of the Holy Crusaders were trained at a lower intensity than their 500-strong militia.
What on earth is that damn civilian captain thinking?
Did he really expect to train them into a regular army in just a few days?
Or are they merely tools for him to demonstrate his loyalty to the archbishop?
As his initial enthusiasm gradually faded, Buluke felt more and more like he had been tricked, especially when he learned that he would only receive his first paycheck after working for a full month. Something inside him shattered slightly.
"Prick!"
"Drink it!"
A loud command suddenly rang in his ears.
Startled, Buluke tried his best not to be affected by the shout, but he was still a beat too slow to draw his gun.
The next instant, a ferocious profile appeared at the edge of his vision:
"Sluggish and weak movements!"
The man kicked Buluke in the butt.
"Do you think you're living up to the archbishop's expectations by doing this?"
Buluke stumbled from the kick and was about to get up and have a good argument with the suddenly promoted squad leader when he found the other man leaning close to his ear:
"The archbishop is checking from behind; be mindful of the impact."
Upon hearing that the archbishop himself had arrived, Buluke hurriedly got up without even bothering to brush the dust off his backside, and thrust his spear forcefully at the next command.
About ten meters behind the group.
Luorui'er looked at the militia training in formation in front of him with some surprise.
Regardless of its actual combat capabilities, its performance as a mere decoration has already exceeded her expectations.
At this moment, she was accompanied by three people: an old servant of the Fitz Family, the archbishop's assistant of Black Pine City, and the most dazzling celebrity in the entire Black Pine City recently.
Militia captain [ Ginseng Rooster ].
Seeing that the boss was satisfied with his work, [ the Ginseng Rooster ] flashed the fake smile that every office worker automatically knows:
"I am but a commoner and dare not claim credit. The militia's success today is entirely due to the archbishop's trust in me."
That's a good point. Although both sides tried their best to cover it up, the double assessment incident on the first day eventually reached Luorui'er's ears.
Upon learning of this, Luorui'er was shocked by [ the Ginseng Rooster's ] passion and loyalty.
She could sense that it wasn't blind, ignorant obedience, but rather a thoughtful loyalty.
This commoner was even able to say things like, "Recruiting those worthless scoundrels would be a disservice to the archbishop," which was completely different from those guys who would tremble at the sight of an ordinary priest.
Although the old servant had packed up most of the Fitz Family's belongings and was prepared to flee at any time.
However, if they could avoid fleeing to the Holy City, it would naturally be better to stay in Fitz Province. After all, this was essentially the Fitz Family's private domain. Although they didn't have much independent power, they could at least live a carefree life.
If the whole family ran away to the Holy City, just suppressing this matter would require an unknown amount of manpower and resources...
Over the years, the people of Fitz Province have rarely seen Archbishop Luorui'er, neither because she has fallen into Stained Ones nor because she herself is a low-key person.
It's simply because she's a nominal archbishop.
Compared to the Stained Ones and the Pure Ones, Luorui'er is more like an observer.
She rarely participated in the actual operation of the Fitz Province, only speaking up occasionally at crucial moments.
Therefore, when she learned that the rebels were advancing rapidly, her first thought was to flee with her family.
However, seeing this militia unit, which had only trained for three days and already possessed such formidable power, Luorui'er suddenly felt a little more confident.
Perhaps... Black Pine City could be defended for a while?
A hint of expectation appeared in her eyes as she turned her head to look at the [ Ginseng Rooster ]:
You did a great job, far better than I expected.
"Tell me, what do you want...?"
She didn't actually intend to give it to him; she was just subconsciously manipulating her newbie, like a herdsman dangling a Radish in front of his cattle.
Just as he was about to ask the question, Luorui'er suddenly heard a strange buzzing sound.
What was that sound?
She looked north in confusion, while the people around her exchanged bewildered glances.
Of all those present, Luorui'er was of the highest rank, and naturally, his hearing was the most outstanding.
Following her gaze, the group saw a small but rapidly moving dark cloud appearing on the northern horizon.
"What is that...?"