in the name of the queen.

"Captain!"

Irene's cry was the last memory of Xavius' life.

Although he is the head of a group, he is only good at organization and balancing the forces of all parties, and personal combat capability is not his forte.

After the battle began, the command was not even in his hands, but belonged to three generals including Vios.

These three generals were all excellent commanders who had received professional military training. Although they were attacked, they did not panic at all. They did not even bother to exchange opinions and led their respective regiments to start resistance.

In addition to the three major battle regiments, there are also a team of combat priests and a team of ascetics.

After Irene demonstrated the power of the goddess, the two teams gathered towards Irene without hesitation and set up a defense around her.

The three major battle groups are responsible for attack, while the combat priests and ascetics are responsible for defense, assistance and support.

The short-term benefits brought by the sneak attack only caused a small number of casualties and did not cause the God's Punishment Legion to collapse directly.

After a brief period of confusion, the Divine Punishment Legion quickly organized an effective resistance.

As their formation stabilized, casualties on the attacker side continued to rise.

Because the landing troops were already entangled with the defenders, the naval guns could easily cause accidental injuries, so they had to at least temporarily stop the bombardment.

In terms of individual combat power, the elementals of the God's Punishment Legion can at least fight one against three or even one against five, and quickly gain the upper hand.

Catalina, who was commanding the navy, felt a little flustered. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Roland.

Is the combat power really enough? Is it a misjudgment?
She was a little nervous.

The difficulty of attacking is higher than that of defending, and the Divine Punishment Island is a fortress that has been operated by the Divine Punishment Legion for nearly two thousand years. They are very familiar with every tree and blade of grass here, and the night will only cause difficulties for the attack.

Roland's lips curled up slightly as he caught a glimpse of Catalina's panic.

If he couldn't even anticipate this difficulty, he, as a commander, should be hanged on the gallows.

He smashed the Holy Light Shield down with all his strength, and used the recoil to fly into the sky. The levitation spell that Lisa had given him took effect, and his descent speed slowed down significantly, like a light feather falling.

Roland did not miss this perfect opportunity, he released the [Powerful Holy Light Spell].

This is a skill with no offensive power, and its greatest use is lighting and comfort.

The God's Punishment Legion present were all devout believers of light, and it was difficult to harm them even with the Holy Light's most lethal skills.

Roland had no intention of killing the enemy when he used the powerful Holy Light Spell; he was only indicating the direction for the bombardment.

Catalina quickly put on her sunglasses, observed the enemy's position, and her brain worked rapidly to calculate the artillery parameters.

It was a piece of cake for her.

In less than three seconds, she had located the location with the highest concentration of battle priests and ascetics.

She quickly gave orders, asking the artillery to adjust their positions.

The front line of battle cannot be bombed, otherwise the morale of the front line will be destroyed.

But the enemies behind the front line are all targets for harvesting.

The artillery let out a shrill scream, and orange-red flames burst out from the muzzle. Countless projectiles flew into the sky amid the explosion and smashed down heavily.

This round of salvos was not loaded with explosive bombs, but specially made heavy projectiles.

For a certain speed, the greater the mass, the greater the kinetic energy.

The physical fitness of combat priests and ascetics is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. They are not even carbon-based life forms, but they are ultimately made up of the basic elements of the universe and are not unshakable.

Although the hit rate of this kind of shell depends entirely on faith, it is quite powerful and will either kill or injure anyone it hits.

Screams and wails rang out one after another.

Seeing that the bombardment was effective, Catalina gave the order to fire rapidly without hesitation.

"Don't spare the life of the gun barrel! Fire hard, this is a decisive battle!"

Even if all the fleet's artillery is destroyed and the ship's gunners suffer heavy losses, so what? This is a life-and-death battle and there is no room for leniency.

As long as you win, you can make up for any losses.

If we lose, everyone involved in the raid will die, and no one will survive.

The Divine Punishment Island is seven thousand miles away from the nearest land, and there is no way to escape if we are defeated.

Catalina stood on the bridge and calmly issued orders.

The fleet's artillery fire was fierce, but the batteries on the shore resumed operation and began to fight back fiercely.

Catalina, expressionless, ordered the damaged warships to rush ashore immediately and continue firing crazily as beach artillery.

Even though the battleship was covered by artillery fire and the beached warship became a sitting duck, she remained unmoved.

"The families of those who fight to the death will receive double compensation. The entire family of those who desert will be punished as well!"

At this point, she directly resorted to the most brutal but effective system of collective responsibility for supervision, requiring every soldier to fight to death.

Roland, who was lighting up the sky, noticed the highest artillery position on Divine Punishment Island as he slowly descended.

This fort is manned by more than thirty elementals and several thousand slaves.

This is the perfect opportunity!
He blew his whistle and turned his gaze towards Sif.

The tacit understanding between Sif and him goes beyond language, and they can understand each other with just a glance.

Assault the highest artillery position and turn the guns to bomb below.

Allowing the enemy's artillery to bombard your own temple is the most heartbreaking thing.

Without hesitation, Shiv grabbed Munina, who was still immersed in her singing performance, and leaped towards the highest turret like a rocket.

Each of her steps could cover a distance of more than ten or even dozens of meters.

Before the enemy could react, she had reached the top.

When Irene discovered that the highest turret was under attack, she immediately dispatched the nearest First Regiment for support, and the attacking side also rushed towards the highest turret like crazy.

The warriors participating in the battle are basically extraordinary people or elementals of equal combat power, and their movement speed is much faster than that of ordinary soldiers.

In just a few tens of seconds, both sides completed the deployment and a bloody battle ensued from the foot of the mountain to the top.

Both sides knew that this was a life-and-death war, so there was no need for mobilization. They were all blood-thirsty.

Some extraordinary people knew that they were going to die, so they carried the elementals into their own positions, and at the cost of their own lives, they surrounded the elementals and killed them instantly.

As the bloodiness of human extraordinary beings is aroused, this extreme and life-saving tactic of fighting is becoming more and more common.

The elementals were a little confused.

They could not understand how humans could dare to embrace the elemental forces in flesh and blood.

This was seeking death, and they did die, but they also changed the situation of the battle before they died.

"Are they crazy?"

An elemental shrank back, muttering to himself.

His life was so precious, and he wanted to keep it to serve the goddess, so why should he die together with lowly humans?

In the tragic battlefield where countless warriors fell, Roland, Sif and Munina finally reached the top.

"Sing."

"Governor, which movement should we sing?" Munina asked timidly.

Although she was now Norton's adopted daughter and Roland was very polite to her, she was still vividly aware of how he framed her and was afraid of Roland whenever she saw him.

The first five movements of the Sirens' Song flashed through Roland's mind, and he felt a little confused.

None of the five movements are quite suitable.

Charm is unlikely to work, and other negative emotions are even more useless on the already numb believer slaves.

What will wake up these idiots?
Roland's heart was beating wildly. He stared at a young slave, looking at his lifeless and numb eyes, and he was very angry.

Grabbing the young slave's collar fiercely, Roland roared, "Are you going to be a slave for the rest of your life? Stand up!"

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Roland's body trembled slightly, and he thought of what song to sing.

He shouted to Shiv and Munina, "I'll sing the lead, and you play accompaniment!"

Munina was stunned.

Although she was very afraid of Roland, she still did not dare to compliment Roland's singing skills.

Others sing for money, but he sings for his life.

Is he planning to fight fire with fire, using special songs to wake up these slaves?
Munina was still in a daze, and Sif had already arranged a formation to enhance the singing and applauded Roland.

Before clapping, she very secretly stuffed two balls of goose down into her ears to ensure that Roland's death song would cause her minimal harm.

Although Roland was her beloved, this was the only thing she was unwilling to agree with.

If the singing is bad, it is bad. There is no need to fake it.

She was very curious, was Roland planning to let these slaves run wild?

Roland cleared his throat and sang "The Internationale" from another world.

Although it was a bit weird to sing this song in the language of the gods, and it felt like a pope singing in a robe, he had no choice but to try his best to wake up these idiots.

With the help of the sound amplification array, Roland's deep but unpleasant roar rang out.

His screams and howls even caused the battlefield to pause for a moment.

Irene, who was directing the attack on the mountain in the temple, had a pale face. She didn't understand what Roland was singing. What was meant by starving and cold slaves? It was simply slander!

Although these believers have lost their freedom, their food and clothing are in accordance with the standards of the beginner crusaders.
Irene suddenly realized that she seemed to have been away from the bottom for too long. These believers were indeed hungry and cold.

Although the God's Punishment Legion allocated funds to them, no one knew where the money went. These unfortunate believers were forced to work but wore thin clothes, and looking at their shriveled faces, it was clear that they often did not have enough to eat.

After this battle is over, we must investigate thoroughly!

This is the money of the God's Punishment Legion, and it is to be used to do things for the Goddess. It is equivalent to the Goddess's money!
Damn rats, they even dare to eat the goddess’ money, these rats must die!
Irene thought with gritted teeth.

She never thought of failure.

What a joke! The goddess has blessed her, how can a blasphemer desecrate the goddess' glory?

Irene angrily thrust the scepter into the ground, and the sacred light split the ground and spread to the top of the mountain.

She wanted to compete with Roland for faith.

Roland wanted to awaken his slave believers from the numbness of years of brainwashing, so Irene made a kind and bright promise on behalf of the goddess.

Irene's gentle voice echoed deep in the slaves' consciousness.

"Believers, don't be fooled by the devil's sweet words, they are all false. We are all believers of the goddess, there is no difference, as long as..."

Roland increased the intensity of his chanting without hesitation. As the slaves were in agony, their eyes were fierce, and they were holding their heads and wailing, he roared loudly:

"My fellow countrymen, do not be fooled! That is just a false god!"

"How could a true God of Light, who is kind and benevolent, enslave his devout followers? If he did so, he would not be qualified to represent light!"

Irene was stunned.

She just wanted to compete with Roland, but she didn't expect Roland to hit her heart directly and even deny the Goddess of Light.

How dare the blasphemer be so arrogant!
Irene felt cold all over, her fingers kept shaking, and her mind went blank.

Her surprise created cracks in the already severely shaken slave's mind control.

A slave raised his head and looked at Roland weakly but firmly.

"Light, haha, she is not worthy of representing light!"

"She doesn't deserve it!"

The hysterical roars vented the misery and pain of decades of slavery.

No matter how devout their faith is, if they have a bit of blood left in them after being treated like this, they will take up arms to resist.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and continued to roar and chant.

With the appearance of the first awakener, the mental link controlling the slaves collapsed like a dam breaking.

More and more people began to sing along with Roland's voice.

The lyrics of this song are very straightforward, which is simply unorthodox in this theocratic age, but for these people who have died once, there is nothing left to lose.

They knew very well that if they could not completely wipe out the God's Punishment Legion tonight, they would be the ones to die.

Death does not belong to true believers of light!

The awakened slaves launched a frantic counterattack, tearing the remaining supervisory team into pieces.

These believers have firm faith and are naturally strong. They are just gradually losing themselves due to brainwashing and control.

Now that they have finally awakened, their fighting spirit and combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Looking at the awakening believers surging like a tide, Roland's heart skipped a beat.

Wait, just awaken halfway, don’t awaken all the way.

Roland felt a chill down his spine when he thought of himself as a corrupt feudal lord.

He patched it up frantically.

"The one who can represent light is praying for you in the Holy City, not in the Divine Realm. After this battle, I will take you on a pilgrimage!"

Some slaves were moved, while others were like a light shining into the darkness. They turned a deaf ear to Roland's words and just launched a charge.

The highest artillery position changed hands, and before Irene could climb the mountain she was forced back by the counterattacking believers who swarmed in.

Her face was ashen as death as she protected the elementals as they retreated into the temple.

She has one last trump card.

The Goddess’s mighty incarnation has arrived.

Although he is only an incarnation, and although he is suppressed to the level of the fourth rank, a god is still a god, and mortals cannot shake him.

Irene was reluctant to use her last trump card to save her life, but she had no choice.

If Roland were to free all the slaves, he could overwhelm the God's Punishment Legion with just the human wave tactics.

Irene summoned the ascetics to protect her, and she retreated back to her camp, muttering something.

The moment she cast the spell, Lisa transformed into a firebird and flew overhead.

The blazing field of silence fell, and the holy light chants of the ascetics around Irene were all interrupted, except for Irene who continued to chant.

She glanced at the Firebird with disdain.

This is a divine intervention, irreversible and uninterruptible.

Even if she dies, it won't stop.

When the goddess' incarnation arrives, her divine might alone is enough to send away most enemies, and the slave transformation process will be reversed.

A mortal can kill a god, just dream on!

Tia's shadow gradually condensed.

In the night sky, a faint light swept in with unstoppable momentum.

Her features became clearer and her eyebrows trembled slightly.

Roland had a feeling that as soon as Tia's incarnation arrived, the war situation would become uncontrollably bad.

To break the power, only beings of the same level can do it.

Do I have to use the trump card Sofia gave me?

The azure amulet came into Roland's palm, and his palm began to sweat slightly.

Just as he was about to squeeze the amulet, the sound of a tsunami suddenly came to his ears.

Everyone's attention was attracted by this earth-shaking power of nature.

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Some were confused, but others were excited.

Catalina felt the three sacred artifacts she carried with her leaping for joy.

It’s Poseidon, it’s him, he’s back!
The tsunami formed a huge water column and blasted towards Tia's shadow.

Tia's incarnation slowly opened her eyes and stared at the handsome man in the center of the water column.

"Poseidon, after all these years, you still can't let go."

"Bitch Tia, fuck my mother!"

Perhaps in Tia's mind, the two sides should reminisce and chat for a few minutes before taking action, but Poseidon did not play by the rules and directly launched personal attacks.

Tia frowned slightly. This level of insult was indeed very strong for ordinary people, but for her who had already ascended to the realm of gods, it was nothing at all.

The defense penetration index is far inferior to what Roland said during the Holy Spring Revival Ceremony.

What Tia couldn't understand was why the Sea King chose to wake up forcibly.

He could indeed destroy her incarnation, but the price was that she would never be able to be resurrected.

This is the final blow of the Poseidon.

Catalina burst into tears and cried out sadly: "Your Majesty, Poseidon, please don't!"

The Sea King looked back at her, and a smile appeared on his ferocious face.

He flicked it lightly, and a ray of blue light fell and touched her forehead.

When the Sea King looked back again, he said goodbye to the world with a wild laugh.

He was leaving, but that bitch Tia would never succeed.

The difficult resurrection match made him realize that the final stage did not belong to him.

Since you have to exit sooner or later, you might as well leave with a bang.

Let’s escort the young people one last time.

Heavy rain came pouring down.

The goddess' incarnation disappeared just as it was condensed.

Lightning and thunder poured down, lighting up the entire sky.

That night, the Sixth Divine Punishment Legion was completely wiped out, and the Divine Punishment Island was captured by Roland and his men. More than 400,000 believers of light were liberated, most of whom went to the Holy City for pilgrimage, while a small number gave up their belief in God and turned to seek the truth in the human world.

That night, countless people cried.

Some people cry about death.

Some cried for liberation.

Only Catalina was truly heartbroken.

This was the first and last time she saw the Sea King. (End of this chapter)