In contrast, the force in his hands was the weakest in the past few months - a group of priests and mages who had never cooperated with each other and even lacked a strong desire to fight were all the elite.

The residents of the City of Judgment are of complex composition, but they have one thing in common: if they were not loners and difficult to get along with, how could they have stayed in the City of Judgment?

They may be fearless, but it's difficult to give them complex instructions. All you can do is give them a vague target and defense area, and then let them do whatever they want.

What’s worse is that many of these residents are very old, both physically and mentally.

The result was that they did not want to learn the artillery that Emilia had hurriedly produced, and would rather use the crossbows they were more familiar with to solve the problem.

——Especially since Emilia had a barrel explosion during her first firing not long ago.

For some reason, the Church of Talos was trying hard to close the distance between them and the city wall this time - even though they didn't bring any siege equipment.

The combination of these two factors puts Emia at a severe disadvantage in firepower. While Emia theoretically has allies, they have no control over them and can only manage the few miles of city walls surrounding them.

It's a shame, though. The City of Judgment is a terrifyingly large divine city, but it's only a few miles long. This length isn't even one-tenth of the Wall of the Faithless.

Mr. Kelanwo, I understand that it is difficult for a former employee to try to give orders again, but please do it as soon as possible... The pressure of defending the City of Judgment is greater than he imagined!

Emiya could only watch helplessly as the Fury Alliance built a crude, endless barrier outside the City of Judgment. He could only blast through the wall in front of him, leaving his area as the only remaining piece of land… but he was powerless to do anything about the rest.

Fortunately, when the Furious Alliance realized that only the section in charge of Emiya had amazing firepower, no priest was willing to attack this place by force. Now Emiya has created a no-man's land in front of him.

There is no doubt that they want to attack the city, the question is what specific means to use.

"Emya!"

Mars, who had been patrolling the city walls on horseback, finally returned. He landed on his Pegasus on the wall, which was wide enough for carriages to pass through, and said, "Now, except for our area, all other places are surrounded by that kind of earth wall. I now have a guess about the function of this earth wall."

"Tell me about it." Yin was lying on his back on the city wall without any manners, occasionally throwing a spark into the surrounding artillery, letting the roaring shells harvest a group of unbelieving enemies. "I'm almost sick of seeing their earthwork work over here. It's so crude and slow. They better have something real."

"I think they're trying to storm the Faithless Wall."

"It's obvious they want to attack the city. What does it mean by storming?"

Mars replied, "I think they might try to attack the city at all costs. Our guards have sufficient firepower, so it's fine. But when I patrolled, I found that the distance between the earth wall and the Wall of the Faithless is not fixed. But generally speaking, they seem to be inclined to build the earth wall closer."

Emiya finally retracted her gaze. "...Are there any spells whose power increases significantly as the distance they are cast increases? Forcibly building a wall under the defenders' firepower would be very costly. Is it worth it?"

"If they use the tactics I'm thinking of, then I think it's worth it." Mars jumped off the silver ship and said, "The power of that tactic will increase exponentially as the distance decreases."

Mars wasn't one to keep people in suspense, so he simply gave the answer he had in mind: "They're going to use Lightning Bolt! This spell is supposed to be far less effective than Fireball in open areas. As a third-level spell, its power also has its limits.

“But it also has a really amazing property – it can bounce back.”

At this moment, Yin seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly stood up, looked at the Talos outside the city, and said slowly: "The Talos bishops have begun to bless the earth wall. They want to make the earth wall immune to lightning attacks."

A lightning bolt travels a hundred meters, striking all objects and enemies in its path equally. Unless it strikes a solid, unbroken surface, the lightning bolt will reverse its trajectory—ultimately, it will reach a full 100 feet before dissipating. Targets not struck immediately will be struck repeatedly.

——In other words, as long as the rebound surface is close enough, a lightning beam can bombard the Wall of the Faithless dozens of times!

And now, ready to unleash the lightning bolts were thousands of Talos priests.

Fifty-three Swords of Death (I)

The Hazy Realm is a place that is constantly dark, like a moonless dusk. A colorless grayish-yellow is the dominant hue here.

The volunteers of the City of Judgment had long anticipated that the Church of Taros must be carrying out some plan, but the small victory the day before caused them to seriously misjudge the true strength of the Church of Taros.

The Fury Gods are known as the embodiment of nature's wrath—but because of this, their destruction is not so constrained by advancement or backwardness. Consequently, the Fury Gods are rarely the protagonists of various world-destroying crises.

If other churches are the devils who destroy the world, then the positioning of the Church of Rage is more like a bully who does all kinds of evil - although their crimes are unforgivable, the impression they give people is completely different.

To put it more cruelly, in the settlements destroyed by the Church of Rage, there will be no survivors to cry out about their experiences; they will disappear silently in the noisy natural disasters.

The direct result of this impression was that the residents of the City of Judgment seriously underestimated the intensity of Talos's wrath, and actually thought that the full-strength attack of the Church of Fury would not be much stronger than the previous test.

At the same time, they did not realize why the Talos priests who were fully armed in the past were dressed so loosely and simply today: no armor, no decorations, just the simplest cloth robe and a simple wooden shield inlaid with the holy emblem.

At this moment, the priests of Talos have gathered under the City of Judgment. The strong wind has become their shield, and the oncoming arrows are easily deflected aside in the chaotic and invisible storm. Even though the priests of Talos are almost naked at this moment, they are still unharmed under the city wall.

The few mages who stayed in the city realized the coming danger, but they had already exhausted their strength in preventing the construction of the earth wall. Now was the time when the defense of the Wall of the Faithless was at its weakest.

Thus, the real attack of the Church of Talos began.

The City of Judgment ushered in the dawn of destruction.

Shrill whistles sounded alternately outside the City of Judgment, followed by the piercing and sharp cry of lightning.

In an instant, as if the sun suddenly appeared outside the city, a light that could instantly burn the pupils appeared outside the city.

The Cult of the Rising Sun borrowed the sunlight of the future, while the Church of Talos chose to borrow the fear of the enemy with thunder.

Emiya and his group were the very few lucky ones who did not have to face the lightning directly. However, even so, at the moment when countless thunders roared out at the same time, Emiya could not help but turn his head away.

His body no longer made him afraid of the bright light, but the fragility of being a mortal had not yet left him.

Amidst the sparks, the Thunder had mass.

The area outside the City of Judgment was almost instantly ignited into the most blazing furnace. Compared with the boiling magma in the volcano and the river woven by thunder, it was as cold as extreme ice.

Thunder can create extreme destruction that far exceeds ordinary fire.

The dank air outside the City of Judgment was ignited, turning into balls of violent, surging hot wind, which roared and crashed into the towering Wall of the Faithless under the urging of thunder.

Can hot wind alone shake the magnificent city walls?

The answer given by the Church of Talos is yes.

The Wall of the Faithless, the symbol of Toril's underworld, a mountain composed of divine power, rock and soul, actually trembled slightly under the scorching hot wind!

Then, the beam composed entirely of lightning finally hit the Wall of the Faithless.

The defenders of the Faithless Wall should be thankful: the target of this destructive thunder was the Faithless Wall itself from the very beginning. Therefore, this destructive thunder did not directly hit the top of the wall.

All Talos priests control the direction of lightning with exceptional precision.

The earthen wall they painstakingly built finally showed its effectiveness at this moment.

The roaring thunder hit the Wall of Faithless straight on, crashed into the divine protective barrier on top of it, and then bounced back almost straight on.

The power of the Church of Talos was also fully demonstrated at this moment.

Lightning Bolt will bounce back if it fails to destroy the target and its range has not been exhausted. This is an important reason why this spell is unpopular and is completely inferior to Fireball.

If the terrain is bad, the lightning bolts can kill more friendly troops than they kill enemies.

The Church of Talos is one of the very few churches that can completely ignore this weakness.

One of the powers granted to all Storm Lords by their god, Talos the Storm God, is to protect them from being harmed by lightning and storms.

At this moment, thousands of Talos priests laughed wildly and opened their arms.

Those thousands of lightning bolts were enough to reduce a city to ashes, and the destructive lightning passed through their bodies unimpeded, igniting their robes and shields.

——And the priests of Talos were unharmed.

They proudly took the increasingly shining holy symbol from the blazing shield and held it high against the city wall.

The clothes on their bodies were burning fiercely, but the skin under the ashes was only slightly red and there was no burn at all!

Ignore lightning and don't die from natural disasters.

This is the power Talos bestows upon the priests!

Every Talos priest who comes to the Twilight Realm can do this!

"Miss Yin!" Mars couldn't believe his eyes after seeing this scene. He subconsciously placed his hand on the city wall, but was forced to pull it back because of the burning bricks. "--Did they use some kind of magic to protect against the elements?"

"Unfortunately, not yet." Silver poured a bucket of cold water on Mars's lucky mentality. "This is the power of the Korza. They don't use magic to disguise blessings... They can't die from extreme heat or cold, and they can't be harmed by lightning... This has not changed for thousands of years. I thought you already knew it."

"I used to firmly believe that this was all a deception they fabricated using divine magic!" Mars couldn't help but hammer the bricks hard, only to get burned again. "So they're really immune to this horrific damage?!"

And Emilia's face looked quite ugly.

He watched helplessly as the divine power that had just passed through the body of the Talos priest hit the earth wall, then rebounded again and hit the Wall of the Faithless for the second time. This time, the lightning of destruction finally turned into ripples on the wall, destroying the souls built into the wall before disappearing into thin air.

In the worst-case scenario, the earth wall had been placed extremely close to the Wall of the Faithless—a single lightning bolt reverberated back and forth between the earth wall and the Wall of the Faithless nearly ten times!

"Miss Yin, how much longer can the Wall of the Faithless hold out?" Alaster couldn't help but ask, "Should we attack?"

If the Church of Talos used its divine power at this efficiency, they really couldn't believe that a city wall that had lost the support of the gods could continue to hold on.

"Their original method of calling for thunder and snow was very inefficient. The Wall of the Faithless could hold out for a few years without any problem. But now..." Yin sighed, "If they keep doing this, the Wall of the Faithless will collapse within today. If the power of the Church of Bane is strong enough, then within a few hours..."

"But do you still have time to worry about something so far ahead? Can you still move forward with your plan?" Yin stepped on the wall beneath his feet. "This Faithless Wall is about to become a furnace for Faithless people."

The heat brought by the lightning beam is burning the entire city wall in the simplest and most direct way!

"...I didn't want to resort to any self-torture tactics. But now it seems that there's no need for them; our situation is already sufficiently passive!" Emilia shook her head and sent a message to the distance, "Mr. Kelemvor, our plan is progressing too smoothly! The Faithless Wall is truly in jeopardy. How much time do you need?"

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"Seeing this devastating thunder, even your screams are no longer pleasant to the ears."

The Divine Seal of Lovietta sighed, but swung the whip in his hand even harder, causing a muffled groan.

The messengers of the gods have a specific meaning in the realm of the hazy: they are messengers who come to the kingdom of the god of death to lead souls.

Their specific identities varied: some were petitioners who had already settled in the Kingdom of God and had ultimately achieved a certain status and recognition there, while others were simply angels created by the gods.

The gods will bestow upon them marks, allowing them to be recognized almost instinctively by those souls who are lost in the hazy realm.

However, the meaning of being a Divine Marker of Lovietta is that she was once tortured by Lovietta herself, and the scars on her body are sacred - this is also one of the symbols of the highest status in the Lovietta Church.

The barbed whip swung at high speed tore off a piece of flesh and blood from Tyr's messenger, causing him to groan.

At this moment, Philip, Tyr's envoy, had been tortured for quite some time. His body was covered in wounds, but Bane and the Church of Loviatta had not wanted to take matters too far, so he was able to survive to this day.

However, Tyr's messenger has confirmed that today is different - Bane and the Church of Lovietta now have murderous intentions.

He coughed painfully and chuckled, "Are you scared? Ridiculous. Even the sacrifice itself is so hesitant... Now you have two choices: Either work tirelessly to get your hands on the Talos Church's shoes. Or start causing them some trouble now, lest they wipe you out completely."

"You're about to die, yet you're still trying to sow discord!" Schmelchen, already in a bad mood, angrily struck out. "Is this what Tyr taught you?!"

"Tyr only told us one thing: those who make laws shouldn't harbor illusions about human nature." Philip's face trembled in pain, but he still managed a smile. "From this perspective, you are more naive than us."

"you……!"

As if that weren't enough, another prisoner beside Philip, already dressed in rags, was also bound and unable to move, but a bright smile spread across his face. "Don't be angry with him. People from the Tyr Church don't necessarily tell the truth, let alone say nice things. Why are you angry with him?"

"You're no match for me," the tightly bound prisoner said, grinning as he turned over, even crossing his legs. "My Lord said I was burned with branding irons, waterboarded with my mouth and nose covered, and had my chest crushed by a huge rock in Calimshan. And now you're using a whip and rubbing salt into my wounds? That's the only strength you can muster. Have you been without food for days, just like me?"

"good good good good!"

Schmelchen was so angry that he almost laughed.

Originally, these divine messengers were quite obedient, seemingly waiting for the exchange of prisoners. But after realizing that there was no chance of survival, they all became active!

Ilmater's envoys were perhaps the kindest apostles least afraid of torture and pain—their doctrine was to share the joys and sorrows of the innocent and the weak, and being tortured by life and the world was part of their practice. Schmelchen was clear-headed and had no intention of wasting his energy on these lunatics, who grew prouder the more they suffered.

She swung the whip, wrapped it around the neck of Ilmater's messenger, Wrynn, and began to tighten the reins. "Then the sacrifice will begin with you!"

Originally, seeing how fast the Church of Talos was progressing, she was ready to slow down the sacrifices: in this case, all their efforts and those of the Church of Bane were just helping the Furious Gods.

But if someone wanted to die so badly, she couldn't bear it!

"The only thing worthy of praise about you is your courage to show your face which is uglier than that of the priest of Talona...Hahaha!" The curse of the envoy of Ilmater quickly turned into meaningless air explosions due to the squeezing of the long whip, and Schmelchin's face became extremely ugly.

The Church of Talona, ​​the Plague Church, has a very unique feature in Faerun: because the gods themselves are very ugly, this church does not allow beautiful priests, otherwise they must be disfigured when joining the church.

The current plague goddess Talona once killed Lovietta's sisters and is Lovietta's biggest enemy.

Urian's words were a double insult to both himself and his priestly identity. No priest of the Loviatta Church could tolerate such an insult!

At this moment, the entire hazy realm seemed to vibrate slightly.

Schmelchen was stunned and almost instinctively looked towards the source of the vibration.

A tall and strong warrior stood on the top of the City of Judgment at some point, gazing with a stern expression at the crisscrossing lightning network below the city.

Behind him, the defenders, who had already been unable to bear it and were about to flee from the city wall, were looking at his back with an attitude that was almost as if they were about to bow down to him.

In his hand, he held a huge, matte black sword.

This greatsword stood out in this hazy realm: seemingly inconspicuous, yet a strange, magical aura captivated all eyes. Entirely pitch black, its hilt adorned with a skull, it looked incredibly sinister. Three silver beads gleamed brightly inlaid on the hilt, while the spine was covered in cryptic golden inscriptions.

Then Kelemvor swung his sword lightly downward.

In an instant, like a paintbrush painting on paper, the thunder that had just covered the mountains and plains almost hit the invisible wall and disappeared completely in the invisible waves.

The priests of Talos were like chickens with their necks strangled, unable to laugh anymore. They stared at the figures on the city wall with their mouths opened in disbelief.

"...Kelemvor...He is Kelemvor!"

"What did he do?! Hasn't he become a mortal?!"

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