The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 229 The Guardians of the Faith are Too Idle, Which Is Not Good for Faith Progress

"General Vorontsov, I must say, you fought very bravely, but..."

Before Andrei, Lieutenant General Meginin, the commander of the Altranian forces who had come to surrender, handed over his sword and said to Andrei with a touch of emotion.

However, Andrei had no interest in listening to what this guy had to say, so he simply skipped over it, waved to the soldiers, and two burly soldiers immediately took him away.

The soldiers who now form Andrei's guard are almost all native soldiers from this world, because he has discovered that unless he personally leads the charge, these native soldiers are more suitable as guards than the players.

Under normal circumstances, guard companies would not rush to the battlefield to fight the enemy, because their mission was to protect the commanders and headquarters in the rear.

For them, whether or not they go into battle is irrelevant; it's one of their tasks. But for the players, being forced to stand idly in the command post without going to the front lines to fight would be unbearable.

They play this game to fight. If you suddenly deprive them of their right to fight, what good will it do to give them more merits?

Some things cannot be bought with merit points alone. For players, they earn merit points to make the game more enjoyable, not just to gain merit points.

Furthermore, since these guard company soldiers are all made up of ordinary people, there is an even greater advantage: they are more likely to obey orders.

As we all know, players are born with a chaotic nature; they will deliberately cause trouble even when nothing is happening.

Even though Andrei had already given the players the corresponding tasks in advance, they would often try to come up with some tricks or surprises while completing the tasks.

However, ordinary soldiers didn't have these problems. Their task was to obey Andrei's orders, so they would do whatever Andrei told them to do.

However, there is a drawback to choosing ordinary soldiers as guards: these ordinary soldiers are not very strong in combat.

Therefore, on the one hand, Andrei equipped his entire guard company with automatic weapons to improve their combat effectiveness as much as possible. On the other hand, Andrei was also ready to issue missions to players at critical moments.

If they are indeed attacked, these guard companies only need to stall for a little while, and then the player will receive a mission to turn around and eliminate all the enemies attacking from this side.

If they encounter enemies that even the player can't defeat, or enemies that the guard company simply can't stop, then no matter what tricks Andrei pulls out, it won't make a difference.

In doing so, he completely transformed his guard company into one composed of ordinary soldiers.

"General, when do you plan to send troops to launch an offensive in the other part of the city?"

Looking at the large group of Altrianian soldiers who had thrown down their weapons and surrendered, crossing the river in order, their faces all showing signs of relief after surviving a close call, Chief of Staff Nikolayev walked over with a serious expression and asked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I plan to have my soldiers launch the attack tonight. Now, let the soldiers find a place to rest!"

Andrei nodded, glanced at the time on his pocket watch, and said...

"General, isn't it too risky for us to launch an attack at night? Looking at the miserable state of these Altranians, I seriously suspect that their problem might be more than just a simple rebellion!"

Nikolayev reminded him with a serious expression, saying that he had fought a lifetime of wars and this was the first time he had ever seen something so bizarre.

Logically, these Altrians, who harbored deep enough hatred for them, should have been more resistant to surrendering.

But judging from the current situation, these Altranians are rushing over to surrender, even faster than the soldiers of the Kingdom of Aiapinning.

If these guys weren't genuinely terrified by something, they would never have surrendered so easily. Keep in mind, they still have at least one division or more stationed in the city!
"Don't worry, I have faith in my soldiers' night combat capabilities. Moreover, according to the latest news, the Church of Winter has sent a detachment of protectors who will arrive at this battlefield soon. I will then lead the protectors to fight our way up!"

At this point, a look of displeasure appeared on Andrei's face.

"These damned guys! We've been fighting for so long and I haven't seen a single Christian Guard unit on the battlefield. Now that we're about to win, they suddenly send people over!"

Nikolayev frowned as he heard Andrei say that.

"The Church of Winter has indeed gone too far. Don't they consider themselves followers of the God of War? Why are they so reluctant to fight?"

"Who knows? Maybe there are some political considerations involved. Anyway, I know the Winter Church has never been very honest."

Andrei shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, and didn't tell Nikolayev everything he knew.

Back in Petrograd, his adoptive father had discussed this issue with him, so compared to Nikolayev, who was a veteran, Andrei knew more.

Among the four major churches in the Cambrian Empire, in terms of scale, the churches that worshipped the goddesses of spring and winter undoubtedly had a significant numerical advantage.

Among them, the Goddess of Spring has always been in a relatively peaceful state, and there has never been any church armed forces, but the Church of Winter has a large-scale church armed force.

This is why the Church of Winter and the secular lords have always been engaged in various open and covert struggles for secular power.

Although the two sides are no longer at war, they do distrust each other.

According to General Constantine's speculation, the Church of Winter is most likely preparing to take this opportunity to sit back and watch the two sides fight, deplete some of the military forces held by the Tsar and the nobles, and then step in to turn the tide.

By then, if they possess sufficient military strength, the Tsar will inevitably grant the Church of Winter more power in order to repel enemy invasions.

General Constantine could only scoff at the Winter Church's petty schemes.

Andrei couldn't help but recall the words his adoptive father had once said:
"Hmph, these fools are always thinking about petty and despicable things, but they overlook one thing: when the church shifts its energy from the lofty God to the humble mortals, their holiness will also disappear."

“Once they lose their sacredness, what makes them special? You can’t expect to receive a blessing from the goddess of winter just by sitting in a church and praying!”

Andrei wasn't sure if his father knew more details, but it was clear that Admiral Constantine knew that the goddess of winter only blessed warriors who fought on the battlefield.
Of course, it was also because the blessing of the Goddess of Winter was not so important during this period, since everyone was fighting with machine guns and cannons, so the Church of Winter did not value the blessing as much.

Unless they can increase the number of their living saints, simply making their soldiers stronger is meaningless.

In their view, what difference would it make if soldiers became stronger and more bloodthirsty?

Even with a rifle, he'd still be taken down with a single shot!
With that in mind, Andrei turned his attention back to the players who had been blessed by the Goddess of Winter.

He investigated and found that, whether it was because the blessing was too mild or due to some other limitation, these players did not actually receive much improvement.

If we quantify the data, these players' improvements are roughly a 10% increase in movement speed and attack speed, and an additional 10% ranged damage reduction.

Such a blessing can indeed make players more powerful in combat, but it will not cause any fundamental change in their combat power.

"Tsk, so could it be that the 'khorne' is no longer effective because it has a different skin?"

Andrei couldn't help but sigh, muttering to himself:
"If it were the genuine Khorne's Blessing, wouldn't it have abilities like being possessed by a fighting spirit, mastery of killing, healing from killing, and immunity to ranged attacks? How come this Winter Goddess is so lacking?"

In conclusion, the abilities that the Goddess of Winter is currently displaying do resemble Khorne, but in many ways she also resembles a monkey version of Khorne.

For some reason, Andre suddenly thought of Cain, the Bloodhand God of the Elves.

In his mind, the Bloodhand God Kane was just a mini-Khorne, with abilities in every aspect similar to a weakened version of Khorne.

Most of the Altera soldiers had come out and surrendered, but some soldiers were likely trapped by the so-called rebels and were unable to get out.

Even though Andrei hadn't sent anyone into the opposite city, he could still hear gunfire erupting from the other side.

With this in mind, Andrei decided to gather intelligence before starting the war. So he went to a factory where prisoners of war were being held temporarily and came to Lieutenant General Meginin.

Compared to other prisoners of war, Lieutenant General Meginin, as the highest-ranking general captured in this battle, was given a relatively clean and tidy single dormitory.

Pushing open the door and leaving the two guards outside, Andrei had no interest in wasting words with this slightly glib fellow and went straight to the point:

"Lieutenant General, I need to ask you some detailed questions. Tell me what exactly is going on with those rebels you've been talking about?"

"Don't try to fool me with the idea that there are disagreements over the issue of surrender. From my perspective, your surrender was extremely hasty, or rather, you had no other choice but to surrender."

"I don't believe that a sudden rebellion could leave you so helpless, so tell me in detail about these rebels!"

Lieutenant General Meginin was somewhat bewildered by Andrei's blunt remarks and was at a loss for words for a moment.

He had assumed that a nobleman like Andrei should first have an iris-style court banquet with him, where they could eat and chat, showcasing their aristocratic manners before slowly discussing the issues and gradually probing each other's thoughts.

After all, he was once a nobleman from Altera, so he knew this kind of thing quite well.

Although a bourgeois revolution broke out in Altera, their family transformed quickly enough.

Therefore, his family not only did not suffer any losses in the revolution, but also transformed themselves into famous industrialists and military leaders.

"...Well, these warriors of your Cambrian Empire are truly rude!"

After making a casual remark, Lieutenant General Meginin hesitated for a moment before deciding to recount the entire situation to Andrei.

"At that time, your troops occupied the bridge, and suddenly demons appeared on the battlefield, and were then killed by your soldiers."

"At the time, we didn't pay too much attention to this matter. After all, it wasn't unusual for a mage to summon a demon."

"But somehow, some soldiers, perhaps because they saw the demon, suffered some kind of mental stimulation, to the point that they went insane."

"Just as the soldiers were withdrawing to rest and prepare for the next offensive, a group of soldiers suddenly mutinied in the camp and killed anyone they saw."

"As they killed more and more people, they became less and less human. Some soldiers grew more eyes on their foreheads, some grew a third arm on their side, and some somehow suddenly learned magic."

"There were even a very small number of soldiers who inexplicably turned into huge mountains of flesh. Those things were extremely terrifying, not only impervious to swords and spears, but also possessing certain forms of mental corruption!"

Recalling the scene, Lieutenant General Meginin shuddered and said:
"The scene was terrifying. We used flamethrowers and explosives to create an isolation zone and quickly contained them in an urban area by laying landmines."

"But soldiers were being silently corrupted by this power and began to go mad. We had no choice but to kill them."

"That's basically the situation! If you can help us deal with these lunatics, I would be extremely grateful!"

After listening to Lieutenant General Meginin's words, Andrei's eyes narrowed and he said:
"So that's how it is. No wonder you surrendered so readily. So you actually dug a pit in the city, just waiting for my soldiers to rush in and suffer the same fate, right?"

Lieutenant General Meginin shrugged, grinned, and said:
"That's not quite right. If you're not willing to occupy that area and aren't afraid of these monsters attacking you, then you naturally don't have anything to worry about."

"Anyway, the choice is yours. At worst, you can retreat with your soldiers and abandon this city!"

After hearing this, Andrei snorted coldly and left with his soldiers.

As soon as he stepped out of the factory, Nikolayev, who was waiting outside, asked curiously:

"General, what's going on? Does the enemy have some bad intentions?"

"That's right, these guys seem to have summoned a demon in the city. I wonder which idiot wizard did it..."

Andrei casually pinned the blame on the Otlanians, and said with a cold snort:
"Hmph! These guys have a good plan. After summoning a demon or some weird evil spirit that appeared out of nowhere, they've created a mess for us to clean up while they stay behind and enjoy themselves!"

"Despicable and shameless! These Altrians are wicked to the core!"

"General, what should we do?"

Nikolayev couldn't help but express his indignation at such behavior, and then frowned and asked.

"No rush, wait patiently until the friars arrive, then let them rush in and deal with these issues."

"Otherwise, we can't just occupy half of the city and call it a day. Does this mean we've actually occupied the city or not?"

Andrei waved his hand casually, then pointed behind him and said:

"Besides giving the missionaries something to do and letting them use their skills, I'll send another batch of soldiers in and have these prisoners of war scout ahead!"

"Give them a rifle and five bullets each. If there's an ambush or any problems, let their men go up first. It's a way of making use of these prisoners of war!"

Hearing Andrei say this, Nikolayev hesitated for a moment and asked:
"General, won't what we're doing cause trouble? What if word gets out that we're mistreating prisoners of war, or that these Altrianians are rioting or something..."

Andrei sneered and said:
"Don't worry, why would we need so much trouble?"

"The Iris Empire, the leader of the International Alliance, is on the verge of collapse, and the Nightless Empire is also preoccupied with its own problems. The Black Hawk Empire's large-scale use of necromancy hasn't caused any trouble. What's wrong with us having these prisoners of war help us scout ahead?"

"These guys weren't obedient even after surrendering. As prisoners of war, they have to play their due role!"

Andrei didn't believe that the Cambrian Tsar would cause him trouble over such a matter. That guy was begging him to fight right now, how could he cause him trouble over something like this?

Aside from the Tsar, other international condemnations can be completely ignored, since the whole world seems to be in chaos right now.

He was not going to let these Altrians have it easy in the back. Why should the enemies they should be facing be thrown to him while they watched the show from behind?

Two more fighter jets flew over the city on the other side and dropped a string of signal flares.

Looking around, a dense array of small red dots immediately appeared, alerting others that enemies were present.

Andrei was equally unforgiving, ordering the soldiers operating the siege cannons to continue the bombardment!
He didn't care whether there were enemies inside who were preparing to surrender and hadn't evacuated; who knew what those red dots marked?
It's better to take care of these guys with cannons first, and then let your soldiers take their time, than to send them charging in to their deaths.

Andrei returned to a villa that had been temporarily used as a command post and plopped down on the sofa in the reception hall.

The Cambrian Empire's army doesn't have so many rules; since they've already occupied this villa, they can naturally use it as their headquarters.

To put it more politely, the building and everything inside it were requisitioned by the imperial army!
After sitting down to catch his breath, Andrei closed his eyes to relieve his mental fatigue and began to think deeply.

He has some doubts now, and many things seem suspicious.

Based on the current situation, it is highly likely that when the player's psionic energy went out of control, they summoned chaos or a demon, resulting in chaos contamination of the enemy forces.

However, in his impression, the Tzeentch faction members were generally cunning and treacherous. How come these guys, after being corrupted, started attacking people indiscriminately like zombies?

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were cult members!

Andrei was a little unsure; he instinctively felt that there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where the conspiracy was hidden. "Forget it, whatever conspiracy it may be, let the players do their thing!"

After thinking for a long time, Andrei simply cleared his mind and decided to hand over all the problems to the players and the Guardians of the Faith.

It is only natural that the Guardians of the Faith are responsible for eliminating evil.

Theoretically speaking, their purpose is to eliminate all kinds of heretical and evil spirits!
As for the players, they'd love for an even bigger battle, or more fun!

Given how players are, the more tricks the enemy pulls, the more excited they get!
By evening, a large group of the Winter Church's apostolic army arrived successfully on the outskirts of the city of Jonsu in military trains.

"...That's really strange. The fighting here is so intense, yet the railway here is so well preserved?"

The bishop, leading his soldiers, jumped off the train and walked onto the platform, saying with a touch of emotion.

According to his thinking, given the intensity of the war that had broken out here, theoretically, the railways along the route should have been damaged to varying degrees.

Therefore, he had already made preparations so that whenever he encountered a place where the railway could not pass, he would immediately have the infantry disembark from the train and then proceed by other means of transportation.

In any case, their Winter Church has enough wealth and influence, so as long as he has such intentions, it is easy for him to mobilize a batch of trucks to transport troops.

However, his prepared plans were rendered useless, as the journey was unimpeded, and all the villages and towns were captured by Cambrian soldiers.

This surprised him, as the scene before him seemed unlike the fighting power of the Cambrian army in his memory.

"Your Excellency, we meet again. Welcome!"

As the highest-ranking officer in the area, Andrei naturally came to the train station in person to greet the bishop and his garrison.

He glanced at it and realized that the number of people in this Christian defense force was not very large, probably only about 800 in total.

However, each member of the Guardians not only carried a submachine gun that resembled a PPSh-41, but also had wooden-handled grenades tucked into their waistbands, and all of them wore a complex set of breastplates.

Andrei wasn't quite sure what purpose these breastplates with pale blue snowflake patterns served, or even the shoulder armor resembling that of a medieval knight.

Looking at the soldiers' equipment, he felt that ordinary Han soldiers were like beggars compared to them.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, General Vorontsov. I didn't expect that you would achieve another brilliant victory in just a few days!"

Looking at the young general before him, the bishop couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflection).

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't feel the Cold-Blooded Lady's blessing on this person, he would have seriously suspected that this person was the Cold-Blooded Lady's chosen one!
However, from another perspective, the fact that this guy could achieve such great feats even though he wasn't even chosen by God makes him seem even more abnormal.

It's no wonder he's become a star officer in the Cambrian Empire. If it weren't for his series of brilliant achievements, the Cambrian Empire would be in a terrible state right now.

This once-mighty empire, hailed as the "Road Roller of Europe" decades ago, has failed to achieve any effective development in recent years and has thus fallen into such a state of decline.

It can only be said that this war truly surprised countless people, especially the Tsar, who lost face.

"...That's roughly the situation. Next, we may need to deal with demons and enemy soldiers who are controlled by them!"

"My plan is to send a group of elite soldiers to launch an attack in coordination with the enemy's religious forces, while also taking some enemy prisoners of war to scout ahead!"

In a few words, Andrei explained the general situation he knew and his battle plan to the bishop in front of him.

After hearing these words, the bishop frowned slightly, pointed to the setting sun in the distance, and said:

"General, isn't this battle plan a bit too hasty?"

"My soldiers have marched a long way and are quite tired now. I thought we should choose to launch the attack the next morning!"

Andrei shook his head and said seriously:
"I'm sorry, Bishop, but I feel that time is of the essence, and we should launch a military operation as quickly as possible!"

"Who knows what those demon worshippers might do? Maybe they'll perform a blood sacrifice at night to summon even more demons?"

"I have to say, these guys are just too unpredictable. Eliminating them sooner rather than later would be a good thing for everyone!"

Hearing Andrei say this, the bishop had no choice but to nod in agreement.

He truly hadn't expected that this time, instead of encountering ordinary Altera soldiers to fight, he would actually run into demons.

Theoretically speaking, shouldn't all these demons be trapped in an alternate dimension called the Seven Hells?
So how did they get out?

"Alright, in that case, let's get started on the military operation!"

After saying this, the bishop waved his hand, and the guards of the church immediately sprang into action. He even flew into the air with his staff in hand.

Andrei suddenly realized that this person was also a living saint. In that sense, perhaps he could wipe out all the enemies in the other part of the city by himself?
However, to Andrei's surprise, this bishop seemed to be different from the previous Saint Sophia. This living saint did not seem to have any direct means of attack, at least he did not show it.

Andrei had initially thought that once he took off, he was going to unleash a powerful attack on the distant city.

To everyone's surprise, after raising his staff, he started applying buffs to all the soldiers involved in the operation.

The other members of the Guardians of the Faith did not have any particularly direct feelings. They only felt that their combat power was gradually increasing, and that some strange power was descending upon them, which made them feel joyful and encouraged.

However, by observing the players through his system panel, Andrei was able to find out exactly what buffs these players had received.

【移动速度增加30%】、【射击精度增加30%】、【对恶魔杀伤力增加100%】、【杀死一个敌人可以在一分钟内提升10%移动速度】、【杀死一个敌人可以恢复10%生命】、【永不战败】……

"Wow, this guy's support abilities are pretty strong!"

Andrei couldn't help but sigh, suddenly feeling a bit envious of this living saint.

With so many buffs applied all at once, even an ordinary soldier could become a god!
It can be said that as long as this living saint is willing to take action, even if Andrei only has a group of newly recruited serf soldiers who have barely learned how to fire a gun, they can be transformed into a powerful elite force in an instant.

It's no wonder that neighboring countries were so wary of the Cambrian Empire's living saint, while the Cambrian Empire itself held him in such high esteem.

In a sense, these guys really have the ability to change a war, especially in small-scale conflicts, where one of them can defeat an entire army!

"It's incredible!"

Andrei couldn't help but sigh, and when he saw this living saint land beside him, a slightly smug smile appeared on his face.

It seems he had no intention of charging with the troops; after applying these buffs to the troops, he returned to Andrei's command post.

However, it doesn't matter if they are unwilling to charge forward; or rather, these living saints are a valuable asset as long as they can keep themselves alive.

Although these guys have great strength, they are ultimately just mortals and will die if they are hit by a bullet.

If the enemy were to seize an opportunity and use some means to kill a living saint, it would be an enormous loss for the Cambrian Empire!
"Alright, General Vorontsov, get our troops moving. Now we'll stay here and await good news!"

As he spoke, the living saint beckoned to his attendants and then took out a bottle of red wine that appeared to have been sealed for some time.

"It's rare to find such a nice place. We can have a drink and chat about the war!"

Andrei blinked, unsure of what to say for a moment.

If you say he fits the image of a Russian, then why does he drink red wine, and why does he act more like a Frenchman?

However, to say that he is unlike the Russians, his practice of finding opportunities to have a drink during lulls in the fighting is consistent with Andrei's stereotype of the Russians as being addicted to alcohol.

To be honest, Andrei himself dislikes drinking and doesn't drink at all unless he has to attend a social event.

But since his body had already been partially transformed into a player's body, he shouldn't experience any symptoms like getting drunk or having a perforated stomach. In addition, given the bishop's special status, Andrei simply sat down and drank with him.

As soon as he took a bite, Andrei's expression turned bitter.

Good heavens, what kind of red wine is this? This thing must have been made with some kind of magic or ruthless skill, right?

André was certain that the sip of red wine he had drunk had an alcohol content of at least 60%, which was practically the same as drinking pure alcohol!

He had no idea where red wine could be made to such a high alcohol content; this stuff was completely against the proper process!

No wonder he didn't bring out vodka. With such strong liquor to drink, why would the bishop need vodka?

Meanwhile, at the bridge, players drove tanks, rumbling forward, with one T34 after another passing over the bridge.

At the same time, a large number of players quickly formed combat squads and followed these tanks forward.

"Quickly, all of you move faster! Grab your weapons! Don't stop or turn around!"

"Anyone who dares to turn around without permission, or deserts their post on the battlefield, will be shot regardless of their status!"

Behind the players, a large group of fully armed religious guards pointed their submachine guns at a group of soldiers in white uniforms, herding them forward like livestock.

The Altrian soldiers' expressions turned extremely ugly. They never expected that even after surrendering, they would be forced to come and fight again!

Recalling the strange sights from before, some Altera soldiers knelt down with a thud, begging the ecclesiastical guards not to send them over.

But these guardians of the Winter Goddess were indeed cold-blooded; faced with these pleading fellows, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Chu Chu Chu!
The crisp gunshots, mingled with crimson blood, brought the other Altrianian soldiers to their senses.

These special Cambrian soldiers, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, wouldn't listen to reason. If they caused trouble at a time like this, they would die in vain.

Upon entering District D, gunfire immediately broke out, though it was sporadic, but there were indeed sounds of fighting.

It appears that some Altrianian soldiers trapped inside are still resisting, or rather, have no choice but to resist.

After all, if they do not resist the demons and the Chaos believers controlled by them, they will only face death or be assimilated by them.

A player was running forward quickly when he suddenly saw a guy running towards him who was dressed completely differently from them and also had an ID on his head.

Behind him, a whole squad of guards, sweating profusely, hurriedly addressed the player:
"Your Excellency, please slow down and be careful!"

Seeing this, the few players who had just gathered around were slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter and said:

"Hey, hey, isn't this so-and-so? You've gotten so slender in just a few days! You even need a bunch of nannies to fight a war!"

Hearing this, the player who had become the Holy Son of the Winter Church blushed a little. He looked up at his ID above his head. In order to match his identity, he even changed his ID to "Holy Son of Winter".

Before this, he thought this identity was pretty cool, but now he feels a strange sense of embarrassment.

"Go away, don't talk nonsense. Do you even know what 'prestige' means?"

"We can bring a bunch of underlings with us when we go to war, while you guys are still running around naked. That's the difference!"

After making a couple of casual jokes, the Winter Saint pointed to a building in the distance and said:

"Be careful, there are a lot of red dots inside that building, it looks like quite a few enemies are hiding here!"

"So what's the next step? Should we send the Guardians of the Church to charge forward first?"

Upon hearing this, another player said with a disdainful look:

"Tsk, you're not up to par anymore, you're already behind the times!"

"Let me show you what the correct way to do it is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the player quickly tagged his guild's artillerymen in the guild chat, asking them to report the location to this spot.

In the next instant, two earth-shattering cannon shots rang out from behind, and two siege shells flew in an arc and landed directly on the top of the building.

The 9.2-inch heavy shell instantly pierced through countless floors; the concrete-piercing projectile has extremely strong penetrating power.

The next moment, the two shells exploded with a deafening roar, causing the building to swell as if it had been blasted open, and countless fragments burst forth from its midsection.

Seeing the astonishment on the face of the player who had been chosen as the Holy Son, the player said smugly:
"See? Going it alone is no longer fashionable!"

"So what if you have followers? When you're in this business, you have to consider your status and background! We can easily get two 234mm heavy cannons here, isn't that much better than some so-called Christian Guard?"

The Winter Saint scratched his head, feeling that something about what he said seemed a little off.

This is bizarre. Shouldn't he be the one talking about status and background? How come this holy son of the Winter Church seems to have inexplicably become a nobody?
Damn it, he felt he needed to join a guild too!

Just as the two players were busy teasing each other, one of their companions suddenly said:
"Stop making noise and hide! There are several red dots coming this way!"

"This is outrageous! What kind of monster is hidden in here? How come even the siege cannons can't destroy it?"

The next moment, a roar suddenly came from the ruins in front, and then, to the astonishment of the players, a large group of creatures with crescent-shaped iron shields and scimitars, horns on their heads and hooves on their feet emerged.

These strangely shaped blue orcs roared at the player in front of them and charged forward, brandishing their scimitars!

"No way, what happened to the Chaos Cultists? How come even a Scoundrel has appeared?"

"Also, which version of the Scourge is this? Could it be the Space Marine version?"

The player complained while quickly firing, but the horned orc was extremely agile, and the shield he was holding was made of incredibly powerful materials, capable of deflecting almost all bullets.

As a scoundrel leaped over the ruins and landed beside the player, a sinister smile crept across its lips.

Just as he was about to kill the Cambrian soldier with a single blow, to his astonishment, the Cambrian soldier suddenly pulled out a samurai sword from somewhere and delivered a slash to him!
(End of this chapter)