Chapter 768: Saint Candidate

Outside a small town, Weilin and more than a thousand soldiers stopped here.

After being devastated by war, towns where thousands of people lived were shattered, and only a few people were searching for edible food among the ruins.

Faced with the arrival of the army, most of them were numb and stayed where they were, allowing themselves to be slaughtered.

After going around the town, Weilin came to the outside of a castle.

Looking inside the city gate, more than a dozen heads were placed on a three-legged wooden table.

Around the wooden seat, there were several naked bodies, both male and female.

"My lord, judging from his wounds, they should have been caused by the soldiers of the Badak army." Miller patted the red phosphorus horse and came to Weilin's side, reporting in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Weilin showed no emotion, and his expression did not change at all.

The military regulations implemented by the 15th Army were implemented under the general premise of the military regulations designated by the Expeditionary Force. That is to say, enemy men and women with bad conduct, corrupt morals, and cruel and violent behavior could be dealt with at will by the lower-level soldiers.

As to whether the noble family in front of him fits one of the three descriptions, it doesn’t matter now.

If he saw something happening, he might check it out, but as for things that had already happened, as long as they did not affect the war, he would just ignore them.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the north.

More than a thousand soldiers drew their weapons in an instant and, under the command of the officers, stood ready for battle.

Miller and his guards surrounded Weilin, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

Thirty-six Silver Wolf Knights stroked their companions' fur, looking serious as they waited for the Lord's orders.

Turning his head and looking to the north, he saw more than a hundred Storm Knights galloping towards the castle.

Judging from their formation, they seem to be protecting someone, but the armor is of the same color, making it difficult to identify.

A few hundred meters behind them, a cavalry was rapidly chasing the Storm Knights, and the flag they were flying was the flag of the Mines Army.

"My lord, do you need to stop him?" Miller asked as he looked at the Storm Knight who was getting closer and closer.

Seeing this, Weilin nodded and responded, "Try to capture them alive. I want to see who these church knights are protecting."

"Yes."

The Silver Wolf Knight received the order and rode the Silver Wolf to intercept the Storm Knight.

"Captain, there are enemy troops coming up from the right."

The leading Five Seal Storm Knight looked at the Silver Wolf Knight several kilometers away and his expression changed slightly.

"Knight Simmons."

"team leader."

A knight pulled up his visor, revealing the childish face underneath.

Looking back at his eldest son, the leading Storm Knight gritted his teeth and gave an order: "I will leave you thirty knights to hold off those beast knights for half an hour."

"Yes, Captain."

The young knight answered loudly with determination in his eyes, then he left the team with thirty Storm Knights and rushed towards the Silver Wolf Knight.

In the team, a thin knight had sadness in his eyes. He wanted to open his mouth, but no words came out.

Nearly two hundred Storm Riders died at the hands of the pagans in order to escort her.

Facing the Storm Knight rushing towards him, the Silver Wolf Knight patted his companion with a scornful smile in his eyes.

The next moment, dozens of silver blades condensed in the mouth of the silver wolf and flew towards the thirty-one storm knights.

In an instant, a pile of minced meat was scattered on the grass.

Stepping on the corpses of the enemy, the Silver Wolf Knight continued to move forward at an accelerated pace.

Watching his eldest son die so quietly, the Five Seals Storm Knight could only bury his sorrow deep in his heart and move on.

Too many people died along the way, he couldn't stop, otherwise he would be unworthy of the bishop's last words to him.

As the Silver Wolf Knights approached, more than twenty Storm Knights turned their horses around and launched a charge.

In the clash of fighting spirit, the limbs of the Storm Knight and the Storm Horse were separated, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky and dyed the bushes red.

"Captain Rorik, please take them away."

Hearing the other party's words, a nameless anger rose in the heart of the Five Seals Storm Knight, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Saint, please rest assured that I will never let these pagans desecrate you."

"Captain Rorik, you..."

“Saint, you are the symbol of the church. Please forgive my rudeness to you when there is no hope of escape.” Before the other party could finish speaking, the Five Seal Storm Knight interrupted her forcefully.

Even if she is a candidate for the Saint, she must not fall into the hands of the enemy. This was what Bishop Slieven instructed before his death.

Seeing this, the candidate saint of the Storm Church fell silent, waiting for the final decisive battle.

As time passed, more and more Storm Knights died under the silver blade.

Looking back again, the Five Seal Storm Knight looked at the dozen or so Storm Knights behind him, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Saint, I'm sorry."

Several storm knights surrounding the candidate saint drew their daggers, ready to carry out the final order.

The other Storm Riders turned their horses around, preparing to delay for a minute.

"That won't do. The person that the lord wants to see cannot be killed by you." A high-level silver wolf knight looked at the other party's actions, patted his partner, and then left the silver wolf.

A silver wolf knight was quick-witted and swift, catching the captain floating in the air onto the back of the silver wolf.

After his fighting partner left, Silver Wolf used gigantism, and his three-meter body began to swell.

Silver lightning appeared, and when several Storm Knights swung their daggers, the figure of the candidate saint in the center of the formation disappeared and appeared several kilometers away.

In astonishment, the Five Seal Storm Knight was beheaded by a silver intermediate-level Silver Wolf Knight.

The remaining few Storm Knights had their heads chopped off one after another.

The silver wolf carried the unresisting candidate saint to its partner and put her on the ground. It then shrank its body, lay on the ground, and motioned for its partner to come up.

"Old White, thank you for your hard work." The Silver Wolf Knight climbed onto the back of the Silver Wolf, combed its hair, and spoke.

The silver wolf turned around and looked at his partner, signaling with his eyes that he was welcome to come.

The Silver Wolf Knight captured the target person and headed towards the lord's location with his unharmed subordinates.

On the grass, Weilin looked at the target person whose helmet had been taken off. He had white hair, a slightly immature face, and a pair of eyes full of hatred.

In less than a moment, more than 300 knights arrived near the castle, dismounted, and stood in line.

Weilin waved his hand to signal the guards to let the knight commander, who looked very weathered, come over. He looked him up and down and asked, "To which order do the troops belong?"

The middle-aged knight knelt on one knee and replied respectfully: "My Lord, my name is Foster Means, and I am the captain of the third battalion of the Means Knights. I would like to pay my highest respects to you."

"Get up."

"Thank you, sir."

After the other person stood up, Weilin asked again: "Who is this woman?"

"Sir, according to an officer of the Skitarii Army, this woman is one of the three candidate saints of the Church of Storms. I don't know the specific information."