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Chapter 751 Robbery, Saine!
After Anlessie fell unconscious, Caius unleashed a tremendous amount of power.

The soldiers surrounding them were no match for them; only higher-ranking knights could exchange a few blows, but they would soon be defeated and unable to gain any advantage.

As for the Starfire Knights, who theoretically could have exchanged more blows, they quietly withdrew from the battlefield after receiving orders from Herve. To this day, their withdrawal seems to have gone unnoticed by anyone else.

Holding Anlessie prevented Caius from using his signature three-sword style. Not only could he not hold a sword in one hand, but he also couldn't hold it in his mouth. Otherwise, he might have cut off his own sister's skull before even killing the enemy.

He moved across the battlefield like a flash of light with his sword, each strike causing a group of soldiers to fall and lose their fighting ability. The reason these soldiers did not die on the spot was not because Caius showed mercy, but simply because he did not need to waste his strength.

He weaved through the battlefield to rescue the Holy Knights, instantly casting a series of speed-boosting spells on each one he saved, with a string of high-speed Holy Knights closely following behind him.

"go!"

Having saved the last half-dead Holy Knight, Caius visibly exhaled a breath of stale air, turned around and swung his sword, creating a dazzling blade aura that instantly cleaved a path through the cluster of soldiers, the scene resembling Moses parting the Sea.

The members of the Holy Light Church quickly crossed the hard-won rift, ignoring the attacks and insults from the soldiers along the way, focusing all their energy on escaping.

In the end, the group of Holy Knights, whose feet seemed to be greased, successfully escaped, their figures disappearing without a trace in the distance.

It looked like a successful escape, with everyone successfully returning to the team.

However, judging from the injuries on everyone, putting aside the two overpowered heroes, it's estimated that these Holy Knights won't be able to recover their full combat power without a period of rest.

In addition to the most common physical attacks, the attacks used on the Holy Knights also included a plague curse from one of the rebel members, the Wild Forest Church—a highly concealed magic that can corrode life force and is extremely difficult to eradicate.

To avoid killing the Holy Knight and causing the hero to unleash even greater power, the rebels did this indirectly, while also depleting the Holy Knight's resources and manpower.

Herve had heard that the Church of Holy Light was also experiencing a shortage of supplies, although the situation was somewhat better than that of the rebels, it was still not much better.

"Hurry, come and treat the injured!"

After Caius and his group escaped, the remaining soldiers quickly called for the medics to come and help them, and the scene was still in a chaotic state for a while.

Classic post-war activities such as rescuing people, cleaning up the battlefield, and reporting on the situation all emerged.

The people doing this work wore all sorts of different clothes; some wore fiery red robes, some wore colorful leaves, and some wore glittering gold sequins.
Even the most disciplined military commanders would probably shudder at the sight of this; it looks far too much like a ragtag army.

How can you run an army with these guys around!
Even so, judging from the current situation, the fighting in Hypa Town tonight has probably subsided.

Tonight, before sunrise, we can relax a little.

The events that have unfolded since last night have been incredibly diverse and fascinating.

The forces of the Church of Holy Light and the Church of Starfire met here, but fortunately, they did not fight again because they were all sucked into the suddenly rising Sion Dungeon.

The original inhabitants of Hypa Town are no longer here; they have all left this place of trouble with that strikingly different dilapidated carriage and the magical pegasus.

The rebels moved into the dilapidated town. In addition to treating the wounded, the magicians were using earth magic to temporarily create shelters from the wind and rain. However, these houses looked like grave mounds from the outside.

They've set up camp, temporarily.

Hervi also emerged from the hidden outpost at this moment. He did not participate in the battle because his involvement would definitely escalate the situation and increase the intensity of the battle.

He looked at the busy crowd of people of all kinds. At first, he couldn't tell who they were, but now he could tell which church they belonged to with just one glance.

"I can already imagine how those so-called bishops and archbishops are bickering right now. Sigh, it's a hassle just thinking about it."

Fortunately, he was just a combatant, so he wasn't involved in the wrangling.

Now he only needs to think about one thing: how to organize manpower to quickly scavenge enough supplies from the Sien dungeon, any kind of resource will do, as long as it is usable.

Not only must we act before the rival Church of Holy Light.

They also had to get ahead of their own Spark Church's scheming "allies."

Looking down at the various soldiers bustling about, a thoughtful expression appeared in Hervé's eyes.

Meanwhile, a considerable distance from the geographically remote town of Hypa, there exists an occupied town, much larger than Hypa.

The town looked like it had been through countless wars; there were hardly any original buildings left, and everywhere there were traces of magical repairs.

That's the good thing about the magical world; once infrastructure is damaged, it can be repaired quickly without a long waiting period, so civil and engineering mages have a very secure job market.

Various flags fluttered on the city walls, seemingly indicating that the town was a melting pot of diverse forces, each with its own territory.

This is the encampment of the forces that the Holy Light Church calls the rebels. The rebels responsible for this battlefield are stationed here, making it the main base of this battlefield.

Since the rebels were composed of various churches, their leaders must have been bishops of all kinds, who lived here and planned the next war operation.

And now, right here in that fortress where the bishops are gathered, an endless debate is raging over one thing.

"The Dark Moon Church has been attacked. Now is the perfect opportunity to strike and crush them in one fell swoop. Let's send troops immediately!"

“I think the Church of Holy Light might intensify its counterattack as a result, but you’re right, we need to send troops to prepare to defend against the enemy.”

"Well said. Then our Starfire Church will reluctantly help everyone gather supplies in Sain, and we'll give you the chance to stand out and kill the enemy."

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Upon hearing this, the fortress, which had been filled with discussion just moments before, fell silent for a split second.

Then, the group of old charlatans, all at least fifty years old, slowly turned their heads and looked at the speaker of the Starfire Church, an old man who looked quite approachable.

Then——

"Bullshit, we're the ones going to collect supplies!" "You old bastard, trying to jump the gun?!"

"Stop daydreaming, you old bastard!"

One of the bishops of the Church of Sparks, and the person in charge of church affairs here, Bishop Vincemo quickly shook his hand, as if startled by the crowd's reaction, and said, trembling his white goatee:

"Hey, why are you all so angry? Isn't everyone ranked by the number of enemies killed? We all gave up our chances this time."

As he said this, he suddenly had an "aha!" look on his face, clapped his hands, and said:
"I understand. You're still worried about not being able to compete with our church, right? Don't worry, I'll send all of our people to the Sien Dungeon to focus on finding resources and improving everyone's well-being, okay? We'll come out after you've finished fighting."

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The scene was shrouded in a deathly silence. If the monsters of the Silent Land were to come here, they probably wouldn't survive an hour and would be turned into docile and harmless little pets.

“You guys keep me in check, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist beating this guy up.”

"They pressed me down too, and I got a little angry."

"Shall we both go together?"

The two people speaking were middle-aged, whose clothing was quite unusual by conventional standards. They were middle-aged because they couldn't be categorized as elderly based on their appearance.

The man was covered in massive, explosive muscles. His seemingly indestructible body was hidden under a robe woven from various green leaves, which was hard to describe as clothing. His skin was covered with obscure and incomprehensible runes, and the ram's head staff in his hand was emitting a foul odor.

His attire suggests he's someone who can sing, dance, and perform amazing feats, and his dance moves must be quite unique.

This is the bishop of the Wild Forest Church, a believer in the god of nature, and a druid who is well-versed in things related to poison.

The other was also burly, but dressed in more normal clothes, except that the surface of his clothes was inlaid with various gems and gold. When the light shone on him, he looked like a walking gem shop, glittering with gold.

Even the wealthy people of the Warrior Kingdom wouldn't dare to dress like this, because although everyone has been influenced by the dragon's blood and has developed a liking for gold and silver jewelry, they still have a basic level of aesthetic sense!

This is the bishop of the Golden God Cult, a berserker who worships the God of Gold and enjoys throwing gems at people.

When Vince Mo said those words while feigning ignorance, the two most hot-tempered bishops couldn't contain their anger any longer.

The other church leaders seated in the council chamber, while not as vocal as the two leaders, also conveyed a similar attitude:

You go fight the war, I'll go to Siege.

This is something that doesn't need any further debate, because anyone with a normal intelligence knows that going to explore undeveloped new areas of the Sien Dungeon right now would definitely bring tremendous benefits!
However, given the current situation, it's impossible for everyone to completely ignore the battlefield and rush to the Sien Dungeon to search for treasure, so the number of people who can go to the Sien Dungeon is definitely limited.

The theme of today's meeting is to discuss who, when, and in what form will go to the Sien Dungeon.

"If possible, our Golden God Cult is willing to take on this important task that everyone else dislikes."

"No, no, treasure hunting depends on the will of the gods. Our nature god can protect treasure hunters, so we should be the ones to go."

"Make way, everyone! Our church is the one that should be going to the Sien Dungeon! I can hear it, that dungeon is calling my name right now!"

At first, everyone was expressing their opinions, arguing in an "organized" and "reasonable" manner why they should go to the Sien Dungeon. The scene seemed fiery but still rational, which fits the public's imagination of high-level talks.

Then, after a short while, the sound of singing and dancing came from inside the council hall.

Specifically, the Wild Forest Bishop danced while invoking divine possession to show his determination to defeat Saen. Suddenly, he sprinkled a handful of powdered poisonous mushrooms, and those who were weaker were immediately affected and started dancing along. Meanwhile, the Golden Bishop beat those fools to the ground while shouting loudly.

Vincemo sat in the chaotic council chamber, a smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth, which had become somewhat dry with age, twitched.

To be honest, although I really hate to admit it, these guys are part of the leaders of the rebels who have been fighting against the three major religions and are still doing quite well.

Although I knew that adding a religious element would make the scene look strange, I never expected it to become such a chaotic mess.

How have we managed to hold on until now without being defeated?

Vince's lips twitched as he thought to himself.

To gain a voice among a group of people who have come to regard the abnormal as normal, he, who is actually a normal person, has to force himself to become abnormal.

Well then, it's time to go!

For my Church of the Stars, for my Lord Gwyn, I shall begin my debate with the assembled scholars!

Vincemo deliberately drank a large amount of poisonous mushroom powder, and after shaking his head for a while, he joined the chaotic scene.

The guards outside, listening to the commotion coming from inside the council hall, not only didn't find it strange, but even showed envious eyes, as if they envied the group for being able to have so much fun.

After an unknown amount of "debate," the doors of the council chamber finally opened when the sun rose again and reached the center of the sky.

Vince Mo, covered in blood, staggered out and raised his victorious arm high.

The final team selected to go to Sein consisted of the Starfire Church as the main force, with the Wild Forest Church, which could sense nearby treasures, serving as the support.

A team with a clear objective—to plunder and loot the Sien dungeon—was formed.

And on the other side.

"I think we should be able to lure the Black Knight out and kill the demon."

Hervi, who had already run into the Sien dungeon, examined the enchanting branch in his hand and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)