Chapter 769 Humiliation
Weilin looked at the woman's expression of resignation, turned to the middle-aged knight and ordered: "Take your people and send her to the Black Rock Army."
"Yes, sir."
The middle-aged knight leaned down to salute, then picked up the candidate saint of the Church of Storms in his hand, returned to the army, and headed east.
Miller looked at the retreating team and boldly asked: "Lord, why did you give that woman to Lord Kyle."
"When attacking Cabras City, the capital of the Miral region, pushing this so-called candidate saint to the front of the battle line and beheading it will deal a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders."
"But will the gods sit back and watch their church's candidate saint be executed in public?" Miller hesitated for a moment and said what he was worried about.
"If He was still here, I wouldn't be able to do this."
Miller froze in place, thinking carefully about the Lord's words, and seemed to understand something.
Three days later, outside the city of Cabras, Kyle looked at the woman in front of him, waved to two guards, took her down and imprisoned her, and prepared to bring the sacrificial flag during the siege battle half a month later.
The Church of Storms spread the news that the Storm God was about to return, allowing the Skitarii to stabilize their offensives one after another on the verge of collapse, and even had a tendency to counterattack.
If the candidate saints of the Church of Storms were beheaded in front of the battle, it would be enough to break their fighting spirit.
As time passed, more than 100,000 troops surrounded the city of Cabras.
More than 300,000 skitarii huddled in the city, relying on the tall city walls and magical shields to survive.
In the city, a large number of clergymen were running in the streets and alleys, publicizing the news that the Storm God was about to return. As long as the Ability God's army was defeated, they would establish a new country.
On August 3, 9758 in the Glorious Calendar, tens of thousands of troops formed an array outside the city of Cabras.
A strong wind roared past, and the military flag swayed wildly in the wind, making a harsh rustling sound.
Dark clouds pressed over the city, and the heavy clouds seemed to be falling down. Along with the rolling thunder and flashes of lightning from time to time, it made people feel extremely depressed.
Standing on the command podium, Kyle looked up at the sky, his face was calm, but his eyes were shining.
For him, defeating this celestial phenomenon is just a simple task, but it is not needed yet.
On the city wall of Cabras City, more than ten thousand Skitarii soldiers and clergymen of the Church of Storms stood side by side, looking nervously into the distance, with uncontrollable fear in their eyes and a hint of hope at the same time.
The time came to nine o'clock in the morning. Following Kyle's order, more than 300 clergymen of the Church of Storms were escorted to the front of the battle.
These clergymen had their hands tied behind their backs, their hair was messy, and their clothes were in tatters. They were almost naked. They were displayed in front of the defenders in the city with no dignity at all.
Seeing this scene, most of the clergy showed angry expressions on their faces, gnashing their teeth and cursing, and their hearts were filled with resentment.
However, more people feel a deep sense of sadness at the death of the rabbit and the fox.
"cut!"
After receiving the order, the three hundred guards raised their battle axes without hesitation and chopped down with all their strength.
In an instant, three hundred heads rolled onto the ground, and blood spurted out from their necks, forming a pool of blood.
The smell of blood filled the air, making it sickening.
The battlefield fell into a dead silence, with only the sound of wind and rain echoing in the air.
"The second batch."
Carlisle, the deputy general of the Black Rock Army, ordered loudly.
As batch after batch of Church of Storms clergy were beheaded, on the walls of Cabras City, except for a few who were burning with anger, most people were immersed in fear.
"Let's get started."
"Yes, sir."
The officer bowed his head, saluted, turned and left.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the candidate saint of the Church of Storms was escorted to the front of the formation.
Seeing the candidate saint who was escorted to the front of the formation, the face of the general guarding the city of Cabras changed drastically.
"Go and inform Archbishop Enald."
The officer ignored the salute, jumped off the city wall, and rushed into the city.
Watching the movement on the city wall, Kyle did not immediately issue an execution order, but prepared to fish to see how many Seal professionals would be fished out.
In addition to him, we also have three soul-level mid-level arcane masters, a soul-level low-level red dragon, and the Lord who is watching the battle in the distance. There are a total of six soul-level combat forces. One against three, completely Don't be afraid of the other person.
On the other side, Enald's face suddenly changed after receiving the news, and he immediately ordered all the holy seal professionals in the city to assemble.
If the candidate saint is executed in public, but the God of Storms does not punish her, the oracle he said will be self-defeating, and then the Church of Storms will really not be far from destruction.
Although there was a trace of luck in his heart that the other party did not dare to do this and was just scaring them, he did not dare to gamble.
On the city wall, Enald looked at the candidate saint who was bound to the cross, with a gloomy expression. He put his right hand on the wall stacks, and with gentle force, he crushed the wall stacks poured with molten iron.
The expressions of the senior leaders of the Church of Storms standing next to Enald were not much better. If they had known about this, they should not have allowed the candidate saint to go to the front line to condolences the troops.
"Archbishop, do you want to save me?" A low-level Storm Knight with the Holy Seal lowered his voice and asked.
"Save, we must save. No matter what, we cannot let the candidate saint die in the hands of the enemy." Enard said word by word. Although he wanted to give an order regardless of life or death, he could not do so now.
As for claiming that the other party used someone else to impersonate the candidate saint, everyone present was not a fool. There were many clergy and crusaders who had seen the candidate saint. Such a public announcement was undoubtedly blasphemy.
"God! Open your eyes and look at your humble servant."
Only Inald knew the despair in his heart.
On the command platform, Kyle looked at the Storm Church that had taken the bait, with a slight smile on his face, ready to add fuel to the fire.
"Take off her clothes."
The guard commander heard this and ordered the soldiers to do it without hesitation.
"Swish--"
When the candidate saint's coat was ruthlessly torn to pieces, there was a dead silence on the battlefield.
Everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Apart from the sound of the wind, only the heavy breathing echoed in the air.
On the left side of the battlefield, Weilin looked at Kyle's operation and exclaimed that it was impressive.
On the city wall, Enard's face was terribly gloomy, his eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched, and his body trembled slightly.
Staring at the scene in front of him, his heart was filled with uncontrollable anger.
This was tantamount to throwing the face of the Storm Church on the ground and blatantly stepping on it.
"Save the Saint."
