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Chapter 51: The Invincible Golden Body of the Dawn Church

Blackwater City.

Ever since Ian and the others went to support the Winged Folk, the atmosphere in the city had been very somber.

Although they had the protection of the Dawn, it was, after all, an army of tens of thousands of demons. Judging from Ian's intentions, he only planned to take Leial and the others to intercept them.

Even the children who had never seen demons felt that this was a fantastical tale.

Even if it were ten thousand chickens, twenty people couldn't deal with them.

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But Ian had even brought up the Dawn. Could they, the children of the Dawn, dare to disobey the benevolent Father, the omnipotent Lord?

Thus, the five thousand men, women, and children of Blackwater City could only silently watch Ian and the others' backs as they braved the rain in the city.

It wasn't until a long time later that, led by Father Matthew, they collectively returned to the Dawn Church to pray sincerely.

"The Dawn is merciful, and His glory will not miss any child."

"The Dawn is majestic, and His thunder will not spare any enemy."

"He allows the good to endure and their souls to be eternally glorified; He causes the wicked to turn to ashes and their wills to sink into hell."

"Under the illumination of the Dawn, His children will forever stand on the side of victory鈥"

Chapter Nine, Verse Thirty-Two of the 'Oracle Scripture,' the hymn of the Dawn's Victory, formed a magnificent wave of sound within the Dawn Church, penetrating the walls and doors.

It lingered over Blackwater City for a long time.

And besides the sound of prayer, there was also the earth-shattering sound of shouting and killing from the garrison of the Holy See's army in the west of the city.

Today, Ian led the team out to conquer the demons without calling them.

In the past, this kind of thing would only make them happy. After all, who would be willing to risk their lives to block the demons' hole?

But now, the Holy See's army only felt ashamed.

As a legion that had received the glory of the Dawn, they were not even worthy of going to the battlefield to fight for the Dawn because their strength was too poor.

How could they accept this?

Fighting for the nobles who were high above and didn't take them seriously was just for survival, a forced bow of the head.

But now, fighting for the Dawn was the only repayment they could make to the selfless Lord.

With a different standpoint, the mentality was naturally different as well.

The Holy See's army's extra training was not requested by anyone, but was their own initiative.

If they were left behind again because of such a thing next time, what face would they have to call themselves warriors of the Dawn?

The sound of training shouts lasted as long as Ian and the others were out, from frequent thunderstorms to only the sound of rain, and now the rain gradually subsided and the weather cleared up.

However long Ian and the others had been out, the shouts of killing had continued. Perhaps this was the only way the Holy See's army could fight alongside them.

Inside the Dawn Church.

The hymn of the Dawn's Victory ended once again.

Old Matthew glanced outside the church. The sky was bright, but there was still no sound of horses' hooves.

Worry arose in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Father Matthew, should we continue?"

Someone asked in a low voice inside the silent Dawn Church. Matthew came back to his senses and nodded.

"Continue!"

This time, the hymn did not sound immediately. Instead, someone worriedly said:

"Father Matthew, His Holiness the Pope has been leading the team away for more than half a day. Now that the rain has stopped, why hasn't he returned yet?"

"Don't think too much. War is always long. You must firmly believe that under the illumination of the Dawn, all who are enemies of our Dawn will be reduced to ashes. His Holiness the Pope and the others may be on their way back."

Matthew patiently comforted them, but the believers below still didn't buy it.

"I heard people say that the Winged Folk betrayed the Hundred Clans Alliance in the last Anti-Demon War, leading to the Hundred Clans Alliance's defeat. They have a previous record. Could it be鈥"

Before that person could finish speaking, Matthew immediately interrupted sternly.

"Don't talk nonsense! You have all seen that Winged Folk girl. You have also seen her devotion to the Dawn. Don't completely define a group of people based on an accident."

"In any case, they are all heroes against the demons!"

The church fell silent for a while. After a long while, someone suddenly muttered in a low voice:

"But His Holiness the Pope only brought Archbishop Leial and the others after all鈥"

"Enough!"

Matthew scolded sternly. This was the first time he had gotten angry since becoming a priest.

"Have you all forgotten the greatness of the Dawn?"

Matthew stood up and stood in front of everyone, pointing around.

"Look at this sacred church. Under the gaze of the Dawn, how can you be so unconfident in the Dawn?"

"That miraculous harvest, the endless rain, the powerful Dawn Guardian鈥?Doesn't this prove the greatness of the Dawn?"

"How could His Holiness the Pope, protected by the Dawn, possibly lose?"

Old Matthew glared at everyone, his hair standing on end.

"Even if we take a step back, what if we lose?"

"The Dawn gives us hope, treats us as children, and promises us glory! All our current good lives are given by the Dawn!"

"Could it be that if His Holiness the Pope loses, you will lose heart? What face do you have to call yourselves children of the Dawn?"

Old Matthew was in full force, scolding everyone until they couldn't lift their heads.

After a moment, Old Matthew gasped for breath and supported himself on the lectern beside him.

"In any case, I, Matthew, will not be greedy for life and afraid of death! Even if this war is lost, I will risk this old life to defend the glory of the great Dawn!"

After the words fell, after a long time, the believers below all raised their hands and echoed with flushed faces.

"We are not cowards! We can also risk our lives for the Dawn!"

"The Dawn has given me everything. I am willing to respond to the Dawn with my life at any time!"

"The Dawn will last forever!"

The shouts replaced the sound of prayer and rushed out of the church. Old Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with relief.

"Well done! This is what the children of the Dawn should be like!"

As soon as the words fell, someone rushed into the church in a hurry.

"Father Matthew! Matthew鈥?Father!"

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Before the words could be spoken, Old Matthew burst out with a speed that did not belong to an old man like him, rushing up in three steps and pressing the other person's shoulder.

"Could it be that His Holiness the Pope has returned?"

"Yes!"

The young man's face was full of joy, and then his voice resounded throughout the church.

"Great victory! His Holiness the Pope and the others鈥?have returned with a large number of demon corpses and the Winged Folk!"

"How are His Holiness the Pope and the others?"

"Safe and sound!"

As soon as these four words fell, Old Matthew ran away with a whoosh.

Immediately afterwards, before the young man could catch his breath, he was shocked by the fanatical cheers in the church. The stampede of thousands of people was like the earth dragon turning over.

Soon, there was no one left in the church.

鈥?,"When Old Matthew and the other citizens gathered at the city gate, on the distant horizon, twenty steeds took the lead, galloping towards Blackwater City in the sunlight.

In the sky, a dark mass of Winged Folk formed a line, flapping their wings and flying high, as if cheering for Ian and the others.

Before long, when they got closer, Old Matthew and the others stretched their necks and looked around, and then they were sure.

Not a single person was missing, and each of them was full of energy. It didn't look like they were fighting a war, but like they were on a tour.

But the wounds on the bodies of the Winged Folk in the sky, and the demon corpses they were holding in their hands, could not be faked.

Judging from the situation, it must have been a magnificent and tragic war, but at least Ian and the others were fine.

So鈥?,"It was a great victory!

When the twenty steeds arrived at the city gate, they slowed down.

In Old Matthew's eyes, Ian and the others were the same when they went out as when they came back.

The only difference was that now they carried a sharp and stern aura.

Bang, bang, bang!

The continuous demon corpses were thrown down by the Winged Folk. The sound of impact was so wonderful to Old Matthew and the others.

Thousands of people, plus the Winged Folk, totaled nearly ten thousand people, but the city gate was still silent.

Until Markov finally threw out a headless corpse and a head.

The Mind Flayer commander's unrepentant expression, as the head rolled and rolled, rolled to Old Matthew and the others.

Ian finally spoke.

His tone was as indifferent as when he said he would take nineteen people to annihilate the demons.

"Citizens of the Dawn, I have brought back the victory I promised you."

"Now, you can fully share this glory鈥"

"But remember!"

"This victory will not be the last. In the future, you will also witness and personally create more glory and dedicate it to the Dawn."

"Now鈥"

Ian raised his hand and pointed to the Mind Flayer commander's corpse on the ground.

"Bury the enemy's corpse at the city gate and hang the head on the city."

"Let this despicable demon watch his own corpse being trampled by us into the dust."

"Let this despicable demon watch how our Dawn Church uses his and his comrades' blood to create the glory of the Dawn!"

Ian raised his scepter, and his voice spread throughout the city gate.

"The Dawn will last forever!"

Responding to Ian was only a more fanatical sound of prayer.

The invincible golden body of the Dawn Church was deeply rooted after this incredible victory.