Chapter 608 Broken-winged Bird (VI)

A large number of gilded coffins containing the ‘holy army’ were transported to the front line and landed on the soft black soil.

The coffin will maintain the state of the holy army at the moment of transformation. The moment this special force with a lifespan of only three months leaves the coffin... their lives will enter a countdown.

Three months of lifespan sounds short.

But for some high-intensity battlefields where the average soldier’s lifespan is only one week, the spellcasting and flying abilities brought by the sanctified troops can be said to have an immediate effect on the improvement of the quality of the troops.

Comprehensively improve the troops at the cost of lifespan and rare materials.

For the first time, the redemption army and the front-line troops can come out of the trenches and have a full meal outside.

Everyone knows that the powerful forces of the Holy See are about to launch a large-scale attack, because they have finally received sufficient supplies and there is no trace of the enemy on the front line.

The portal was transporting construction materials to the area controlled by the Church, so that they could build a landing site in an area closer to the sky island to prepare for the landing operation.

They were very optimistic that the war would soon end.

Because everything was moving in a better direction.

This feeling of victory also spread to the conscripted redemption army. They hoped to get out of this uncomfortable battlefield as soon as possible. The days of having enough food every day were much better than the days of squatting in the trenches and eating facial masks and mushrooms.

It was the first time they filled their stomachs with "normal" food.

The priests instilled the belief in God in the redemption army in this high-pressure battlefield environment. People in a high-pressure environment always want to find a belief to place their panic.

The gears went around with the pointer.

Some big guys in boxes were sent to the front line. They were heavy mechas that they reversed based on the magic mechas captured from the Ring Island Alliance.

Don't seek to understand it, swallow it whole, and follow the map.

After investing a lot of human resources, the Church also got its own mecha. For the technical parts that were not fully mastered, the magic craftsmen used more expensive materials to make up for the technical defects.

They really like this heavy machinery that can be used to show their power and continue the rule of the Church... But before that, they must first kill the "residents" of the God-given world who originally possessed this technology.

They control the vast world and have no shortage of craftsmen. As long as they can kill the target with materials and win the battle with materials, they have never lost.

They build a naturally open portal with a lot of energy and even have the spare energy to deliver "luxury goods" to the upper priests, build towers and churches with white stone near the portal, and then set up gilded statues to announce the arrival of the Church.

The connected portal is like a bridge, completely connecting the two worlds.

The priests from the Central World were still toasting in the magnificent church rebuilt near the portal. The magnificent hall was the best place for the dance.

"Come, let's toast to the success of Priest Levins!"

A priest stood up and raised his glass.

"Well, I'm the happiest day!"

Levins straightened his collar and raised his glass to celebrate.

Whether it was vanity or pride, he had completely seized power during this period and received a letter of appointment from the Privy Council.

Others thought he was a flower stand from the ivory tower, and he used his excellent abilities to show his political ability to his opponents.

The most difficult internal struggle was over, and the next step was to gather strength to defeat the "natural disaster".

This would be the easiest part of the whole process.

The natural disaster was just a target of the Holy See, and when they didn't need it, the target should be consumed.

"Let's wish our new red priest, Commander Levins, a hundred victories!"

Solta stood up, and the former commander clinked glasses with Levins, with a sincere expression that showed no hypocrisy.

"Hmm..."

Levins nodded, very pleased, and turned to look at everyone in the auditorium.

"Wish Commander Levins a hundred victories!"

Other priests also shook their robes and raised their glasses.

"A hundred victories, what a good word."

Yveline shook the glass, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

"It's like a broken house. As long as they kick it...the enemy will collapse like a broken house."

"What?" Yveline looked at her assistant.

This time she didn't bring her knights with her, and the leaders of the vanguard army refused to come and be scolded.

"A joke circulating among the leaders." Susie stared at the priest who was toasting not far away: "Since the last negotiation, a lot of such jokes have been circulating in the Knights, and they are very unhappy..."

This group of people are not only strong in combat, but also good at making up stories about others.

Political jokes are the treasure of human civilization.

Some of these satirical jokes have also spread to the camp of the Holy See, and they are used as a language of celebration.

"They said, if you don't kick it...how do you know whether there will be dozens of men rushing into the broken house to beat you up, or hundreds of kilograms of explosives buried to send you to the sky."

I can't beat you, but can't I make up some jokes to scold you?

"Tsk..."

Yveil almost laughed and lost her grip on the cup.

She didn't know the situation in this 'broken house'. The enemy's secret forces were no worse in quality and quantity than those of the Holy See. Sending people in was nothing more than another name for sending people to die.

That means they won't really die, and even if they die, they can bring back information.

The enemy is as quiet as a silent curtain.

No attack, no action, only the silent silence coming from behind the wall.

The reconnaissance troops sent into the enemy's last line of defense are like landing on a sky island. There is no echo. The sound-absorbing wall swallowed up the elite reconnaissance troops of the Church.

Units such as the elves' shadow assassins and the ratmen's assassin divisions are active in the shadow area, hunting the reconnaissance troops close to the defense line.

The new commander should know this, but he still issued an attack order.

The date of action has arrived.