After that, before anyone could even calm down, they witnessed the three apostles being destroyed as soon as they appeared.

No wonder the scene was dead silent and no one dared to make a sound.

Especially for people like Kimie Yesu, the mental blow they suffered was even more severe.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the heretics on the execution platform quickly escaped one after another.

"I bet this special attack method was the idea of ​​my stupid son."

"Mileddy's being too exaggerated. When we parted ways, I did ask her to give the enemy a good beating, but that's too..."

"Those two are the 'two worst' of our Liberators. Regardless, I'm feeling incredibly good right now. Well done! Keep going!!"

Almost all the heretics on the execution platform had fled, leaving only these three people at the scene. Hearing their rhetoric, Kimi Yesu and the others finally came to their senses.

As if awakened from a nightmare, Kime Yesu quickly turned his gaze back to the front.

"Hurry up and leave!"

Ross yelled at the three of them, looking like he had a headache.

Kagu, Bahar, and Reagan, though covered in wounds, appeared unfazed. They simply shrugged their shoulders, smiled at Kimi Yesu, and leaped out of the cage.

In this way, everyone was rescued.

This fact greatly boosted the morale of the liberator camp, while Kimi Yesu and others had tense expressions and their eyes twitched constantly.

But that’s not the only surprising thing.

The series of lightning-fast attacks that unfolded in the next moment left them so stunned that they had no time to vent their anger.

“Ryu!!”

"Yeah~~ Ready! Anytime!"

Lutilis replied, her eyes sparkling. Her friend, perched on her shoulder, followed suit, waving its tentacles. In reality, it had arrived at the scene earlier, along with its followers, blending into the luggage of the intruders, and had planted the seeds necessary for the battle.

"Go!" Hearing Ross's command, Lutilis immediately raised her guardian staff and waved it seductively.

"Territory Creation—Sea of ​​Trees Revealed!"

Suddenly, a green tsunami arose.

The roots of numerous trees pierced through the stone paving and took root deep into the ground. The trunks grew and expanded into the building at an astonishing rate. The dense growth of branches and leaves intertwined with each other, forming a natural cage.

The circular cage formed by the trees completely surrounded the area with a radius of approximately 500 meters from the outside of the central square, centered on the execution platform.

Giant trees over a hundred meters tall were erected one after another, much taller than the surrounding buildings.

The sight of so many huge trees shaking the earth and spreading out to form a vast tree wall is truly spectacular.

It was just as shocking as the fact that a giant submarine crashed into the palace.

Therefore, no one immediately realized that they – the people gathered in the central square today – had been isolated.

While everyone was stunned by this astonishing sight, Rolls took the opportunity to take action.

"Lord Archbishop!"

“Hmm!?”

Rolls slammed his foot into the ground with enough force to crush it. With a loud thud, Rolls was already approaching Kimi Yesu.

Kimie Yesu at the top of the tower widened his eyes, but before he could blame himself for his negligence, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them.

There was another loud bang, and Rouse's war club collided violently with the Second Holy Shield.

Ross recognized the shield-wielding opponent before him.

"You are the Light Knight Arkin."

I don't know when he started guarding here.

But there was no problem. Even if the opponent before him had retracted the Second Holy Lance as far as possible, ready to strike at any moment, even if Kimejesu's Second Holy Staff was glowing, ready to chase and evade Rouse, it was not a problem.

Because, from the very beginning, Ross had no intention of taking action on this battlefield where ordinary people gathered.

"Let's go somewhere else."

""!?"

Suddenly, the space began to twist like a whirlpool with Ross and others as the center, and generated an attraction pulling towards the center, just like a real whirlpool.

──Forced transfer using a divine tool to summon the door.

This artifact, about the size of a pebble, can suck objects within a three-meter radius into a "vortex-shaped space-time gate" and forcibly transport them, though the range of transport is limited to a few kilometers. It is a disposable artifact that can only be used once.

The artifact, which looked like a transparent glass bead, shattered and fell to the ground after being activated. However, before Kimejesu and Akin could even register this, they were immediately transported along with Rouse and disappeared without a trace.

As expected, the attention of the other knights was drawn to this incident.

Since the knights had all rushed to the center to support them, a simultaneous "Calling Gate" attack would have wiped them all out. Consequently, nearly 80% of the knights were sucked into the spatial vortex and disappeared.

"Alright, everyone! Time to get to work!"

The Demon King's voice rang out, his tone as serious as if he was acting, as if he was deliberately trying to plunge the scene into further chaos.

"Get outside the wall! Don't let the Knights Templar get close!"

Rasl shouted this to urge the knights in the square to move the battlefield. At the same time...

"No civilians may be harmed! The capital must not be allowed to become a battlefield! I command this in the name of the Demon King! Absolutely not!"

These words are also shouted to the people who are about to fall into chaos due to the successive major changes.

"We are not here to invade! I order you in the name of the Queen of the Republic! For the sake of a future of coexistence, wield your claws and fangs only to attack the vanguard of the evil god!"

The people present heard the declarations of the Demon King and the Orc Queen clearly.

These words sounded like orders to his own people, but they were clearly shouted to the humans present.

The five hundred knights and bishops who remained at the scene only realized at this moment that something was wrong.

It would be bad if those enemy races were allowed to speak freely on the spot.

We must not allow evil ideas the opportunity to germinate in people's hearts.

However, the enemy in their eyes turned his back on them immediately after he finished speaking.

Ra'l led the Demon King's army towards the east gate.

The Republic Army, led by Chapter Master Shim, marches to the West Gate.

Lutilis led the liberators to the south gate.

They dispersed at once, advancing straight ahead through the air, without even glancing at the knights who remained on the scene.

Fleeing from the enemy just as they had built up their morale was a reckless act. The knights felt they had been fooled.

The square suddenly became empty and silent. The stunned expressions of the people and leaders filled the knights with shame and humiliation.

I heard a battle cry from afar, and a beat later—

“Hurry, hurry up and chase after them!!”

The highest-ranking bishop on the scene roared, his voice echoing all around.

Then, the bishops and knights quickly spread their white wings and took off one after another.

The people at the scene looked up, bewildered, as they flew away. The leaders of various countries looked at each other, then took a deep breath.

After sitting back down in the chair, I prepared myself and continued to watch the direction of this revolution.

──The East Gate of the Divine Capital.

Facing the ten thousand Knights Templar was a mixed army of about three thousand soldiers, consisting of heavily armored monsters and black knight golems.

Due to the extremely limited preparation time before the decisive battle, it was impossible to gather a favorable number, but in terms of quality, they could at least compete with the apostolic knights.

The two sides engaged in a melee.

Now, the Knights Temple has lost 20% of its troops, and the mixed army has lost 10%.

Only about ten minutes have passed since the war began, and the sacrifices have been so tragic.

Although the difference in attrition rates between the two sides was not significant, the difference in numbers was truly alarming. This was likely due to the impact of the two previous terrifying incidents.

Hebielu, the female deputy commander of the Second Army who is currently in charge of commanding the East Gate Division, was even stunned on the battlefield and was troubled by her own loss of composure.

"Master Strauss...it seems that's not possible."

For today's ceremonial activities, her beloved legion commander must go to the palace to serve His Holiness the Pope.

Of course, when something happens, the legion commander will rush back to take over the command of the legion, and Hebielu will only be the acting commander.

However, this is not an excuse for dereliction of duty.

We have to find a way to prevent the legion from suffering further losses before Strauss arrives...

"No, that's not right! We should rush over to help!"

The enemy has already broken in, and the one that needs rescue now should be the palace.

Hebiel realized her thoughts were still turbulent, so she immediately raised the Second Holy Sword and struck her head with the hilt. This strike brought her thoughts much clearer. She could clearly hear the shouts of her companions and the voices of her subordinates requesting instructions.

"Captain! Command is temporarily transferred to you! Use 5,000 troops to hold the enemy back!"

"Huh? Uh, yes! Got it!"

The captain was stunned for a moment, but he responded immediately. The other captains' brains seemed to have regained their composure as well.

Hebielu spread her white wings and flew into the air.

The quality of the Knights Templar members varied widely. The Knights of White Light quickly became accustomed to flying with their white wings, but only 60% of the Knights Templar were capable of basic flight, and only about 40% could maneuver and fight in the air.

Hebielu herself wasn't very good at flying, and time was too tight for the knights to master it.

She struggled to control her white wings and flew up into the sky, firing a rain of light bullets, attacking indiscriminately at friend or foe.

Wailing sounds were heard one after another, and some knights were even blown away.

But sacrifice comes at a price. The knights finally looked up.

"Listen up! I'm going to the palace for support now. I need three thousand men! Anyone who can fight in the air, come up immediately!"

The knights had originally been focused on fighting the enemy in front of them, but now with clear instructions from their superiors, their morale was rekindled.

As if to shake off the terrifying and dense memories of the previous ten minutes, the knights spread their white wings and took to the air.

The number of knights who took flight was slightly more than three thousand, but they were attacked by the magic sword shot by the black knight and flying monsters on the way. In the end, only about three thousand knights followed Hebielu away.

Ignoring the obstructions, the knights ascended to a height high enough to climb over the wall, about fifty meters, and then advanced towards the wall about five hundred meters away, dodging attacks from below.

(Hmm, throwing a magic sword like a disposable weapon is insane!)

I wonder how the creator of the magic sword would feel if he knew that he was called crazy by fanatics.

No matter how many magic swords the black knights threw, they could still immediately pull out an endless supply of "mass-produced magic swords" from the "treasure house" hidden in their armor. Seeing this situation, it was hard not to curse.

Moreover, the thrown magic swords are equipped with a trajectory correction function and will track the opponent, which is simply a nightmare.

Ultimately, wanting these beasts to be equipped with a large number of mythical artifacts is abnormal in every way.

The guy who created these must be evil incarnate.

While Hebielu was thinking about these things, nearly fifty more knights were shot down.

"Martyrdom is our glory! Keep going!"

Hebiyelu did not flinch, but continued to encourage his men and march towards the palace.

Then, the knights were finally about to climb over the wall. At this time—

"You can't go any further unless you step over my dead body!"

A voice that sounded a little excited was heard, and the air shook at the same time.

No, it wasn't shaking, it was being torn apart. A blood-red demonic blade shot down from above the defense wall.

The attack came unexpectedly, and Hebielu had no time to order someone to dodge. The most she could do was to dodge sideways, and she watched helplessly as the knight who followed behind was stabbed and fell with blood spurting out.

"Larsar! Please don't say such unlucky words!"

"I'm so sorry, Reskina. This is one of those lines I've wanted to say once in my life."

"Your Majesty, underestimating the enemy is a serious taboo."

Several figures emerged from the top of the wall. They all had light black skin and long pointed ears.

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