Chapter 768: Candidate Saint

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

After the destruction of the war, the town where thousands of people lived was shattered, and only a few people searched for edible food in the ruins.

Facing the arrival of the army, most of them were numb and stayed where they were, letting others slaughter them.

Bypassing the town, Weilin came to the outside of a castle.

Looking into 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 men and women.

"My lord, judging from the wound, it should be done by the soldiers of the Badak Army." Miller came to Weilin and reported in a low voice while patting the red phosphorus horse.

Weilin heard this, without sadness or joy, and his face did not change at all.

The military regulations implemented by the 15th Army were implemented under the premise of the military regulations specified by the expeditionary army, that is, for enemy men and women with bad behavior, moral corruption, and cruel and violent looting, they could be freely disposed of by the lower-level soldiers.

As for whether the noble family in front of him fits one of the three descriptions, it is irrelevant now.

If he sees something happening, he may check it out, but for what has happened, as long as it does not affect the war, it is considered non-existent.

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

More than a thousand soldiers instantly drew their weapons and stood ready under the command of the officers.

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

Thirty-six silver wolf knights stroked their companions' hair, looking serious, waiting for the order of the lord.

Turning to the north, more than a hundred storm knights were galloping towards the castle.

Judging from their formation, they seemed to be protecting someone, but the color of their armor was the same and it was difficult to distinguish.

A few hundred meters behind them, a cavalry was quickly chasing the storm knights, and the flag they flew was the flag of the Mines Army.

"Lord, do you need to stop them?" Miller asked as he looked at the approaching storm knights.

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 drove the Silver Wolf to intercept the Storm Knight.

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

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

"Knight Simmons."

"Captain."

A knight pulled up his visor, revealing his 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 block the group of beast knights for half an hour."

"Yes, Captain."

The young knight answered loudly with determination in his eyes, and then took thirty Storm Knights out of the team 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 he couldn't say anything.

In order to escort her, nearly two hundred Storm Knights died at the hands of pagans.

Facing the oncoming Storm Knight, the Silver Wolf Knight patted his companion with a contemptuous 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 scattered on the green grass.

Stepping on the corpses of the enemy, the Silver Wolf Knight did not slow down and accelerated forward.

Watching his eldest son die quietly like this, the Five Seals Storm Knight could only bury his grief in his heart and continue to move forward.

Too many people died along the way, he couldn't stop, otherwise he would be ashamed of the bishop's instructions to him before his death.

As the Silver Wolf Knight approached, more than 20 Storm Knights turned their horses around and charged.

In the collision of fighting spirit, the Storm Knight and the Storm Horse separated their limbs, turning into a blood mist that dyed the bushes red.

"Captain Rorik, take them away."

Hearing the other party's words, the Five Seals Storm Knight had an unknown anger in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Saint, please rest assured, I will never let these pagans blaspheme 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 finished speaking, the Five Seals Storm Knight interrupted the other party forcefully.

Even the candidate saint must not fall into the hands of the enemy. This is what Bishop Slifen said 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 Seals Storm Knight looked at the more than ten storm knights behind him, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Saint, I'm sorry."

Several storm knights around the candidate saint drew their daggers and prepared to execute the last order.

The other storm knights turned their horses around and prepared to delay for a minute.

"That won't do. The person the Lord wants to see can't 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 took the captain floating in the air onto the back of the silver wolf.

After the fighting partner left, the silver wolf used giantization, and its three-meter body began to expand.

Silver lightning appeared, and when several storm knights swung their short swords, 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 storm knights were beheaded one after another.

The Silver Wolf came to his partner with the unresisting candidate saint in his mouth, put her on the ground, then shrunk his body, lay on the ground, and signaled his 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 his hair, and said.

The Silver Wolf turned his head and looked at his partner, signaling that he was welcome.

The Silver Wolf Knight grabbed the target person in his hand and led his unharmed subordinates to the location of the lord.

On the grass, Weilin looked at the target person who had taken off his helmet, with 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, turned over and dismounted, and stood in line.

Weilin waved his hand to signal the guards to let the knight commander with a vicissitudes of life come over, looked him up and down, and asked: "What sequence does the unit belong to."

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

"Get up."

"Thank you, sir."

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

"My lord, according to a crusading officer, this woman is one of the three candidates for the Holy Maiden of the Church of Storms. I don't know the specific information."