Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"The next day, Mr. Angus—strictly speaking, two days and three nights."

"How long will the food last?"

"Miss Charlie Blanche has provided us with more food, so we still have plenty..."

"Then wait a little longer. I believe reinforcements from Dammas Fortress will arrive soon. The route I asked you to explore is just in case, so we can retreat when necessary. Until then, we just need to wait for rescue. I believe they will be back soon."

Although Angus's voice was old, it was full of unquestionable certainty and confidence, which seemed to make the young man more confident.

"Then I'll go back and report first. Mr. Brahmud is still waiting for my good news."

"Go."

The young man's footsteps faded away, and the figure of the priest pushed the door open from the side door - he was holding an iron spear in his hand. Although the old priest was still a little hunched and still walked with a limp, he had been carrying the iron spear with him recently.

The old priest saw Alice.

"Alice, aren't you going to join the other nuns?"

Alice shook her head.

"I don't want to go..."

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about Aisha?"

"I also want to follow Sister Elsa to the Holy See..."

"You are young."

"I'm fifteen years old. I'm an adult."

Alice said angrily.

Angus shook his head with a smile, put the iron spear on his back, and his back seemed to straighten up - even he was shocked when Alice was picked up by Elsa. She was skin and bones without any flesh, small, thin and dark. She didn't look like this then.

But the root of the disease had finally taken hold. Alice's body was incredibly weak, and even the slightest bit of work was a struggle, let alone combat. This kind of long-term internal damage required a long time to heal, and it wasn't something that could be easily healed with holy light magic. Of course, it was impossible for an ordinary priest to do so, but the Saint certainly had no problem.

Angus was about to say something when suddenly a rapid bell ringing sounded outside - the sound came from the direction of the square, which was an early warning signal.

Angus subconsciously tightened his grip on his spear, and used his old body to protect Alice behind him.

There was no danger, but the bells continued to ring.

"Alice, go back quickly."

Angus urged Alice back to the convent room and told her, "Unless I come back, don't open the door under any circumstances. The other nuns should be in the kitchen. Go find them."

After saying that, Angus closed the door, then he jumped out of the wall with his gun in hand and left quickly.

The bells were still ringing rapidly, and Angus hurriedly ran towards the square. From a distance, he saw several familiar faces, including the guild president Brammut and Miss Charlie Bran from the town hall. Charlie was the mayor's daughter and the daughter of the Bran family. Her flowing snow-white hair was always impressive. Unlike her childish and cold appearance, she was actually a very enthusiastic and good girl, and also a very powerful silver medal adventurer. This time, it was she who advocated taking out the Bran family's grain reserves and providing food to those who came to take refuge from other places.

However, Aisha had been trying every possible way to avoid her—Angus never understood why.

Angus rushed over immediately.

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106. Monster's unusual movement

In fact, Angus didn't have much impression of Shirley Bran. Every time he saw her, it was almost always when the mayor came to visit. At that time, Angus discovered that Elsa and Shirley Bran knew each other.

As the mayor's daughter, Charlie Bran actually has a rather eccentric personality. She seems to have no intention of inheriting her father's legacy, but has a unique yearning for adventurers - she is even a silver medal adventurer and is considered a well-known person in the guild.

But in fact, there was a period of time when bad rumors about her were spread because she once followed a team of adventurers out of the town to carry out a commission, but when they came back, she was the only one left.

Angus heard from Bethlemute that it was Aisha who rescued her that time. However, strangely, all her teammates died, but she was the only one alive. She was covered in blood, but she didn't have a single scar - so many people suspected that she had killed people for money.

Among adventurers, this behavior was undoubtedly bad, but there was no evidence pointing to her at the time, so the matter was left unresolved. It wasn't until a long time later that she regained people's trust - no one believed the rumors back then, and Charlie Bran used her own actions to dispel those negative rumors.

Such were Father Angus's few impressions of Charlie Blanche.

When Angus arrived at the square, Wolf Brammut, the president of the Adventurer's Guild of Verin Town, Charlie Bran, the daughter of the Bran family, and a group of people were gathered here, discussing something with serious expressions. When they saw the old priest, they immediately came forward to greet him.

"Father Angus, we've noticed an increasing number of those black monsters roaming the northwest. It's strange, they just gather together but don't get close, as if something is commanding them..."

Bramuth spoke straight to the point, solemnly and seriously to Angus. He seemed very uneasy about the current situation.

Angus glanced at Charlie Bran. At this time, they tacitly did not communicate with each other. They nodded to each other as a greeting, and then Angus looked at Belemute.

"It can only be the 'Filth One'. There's nothing else that can command these black monsters. But strangely, the 'Filth Ones' we've seen before don't have this kind of intelligence. They only attack blindly."

"If it's the 'Filth Ones', the situation will be troublesome," Brahmot took a deep breath and continued, "They're gathering too fast. There were only about ten of them this morning, but now there are over a hundred. At this rate, in three days they'll have gathered over a thousand black monsters. By then, we won't be able to resist them."

As soon as Brahmute finished speaking, several people echoed his words.

"According to our people's observations, more and more black monsters have emerged from the forest. I don't think this is good news."

"And the farmland to the east has also been destroyed by them, ah..."

"They seem to be acting with premeditation and planning. I suspect there's something manipulating them..."

"It would be terrifying if so many monsters were truly controlled... Can we stop them..."

Most of them are silver medal adventurers in the guild, and there are also two warriors hired by the guild. They are quite powerful. Under the command of Brahmot, they take on part of the patrol work, keeping a close eye on the movements of monsters every day to prevent accidents.

Now each of their faces revealed deep worry. As they spoke, more and more sighs appeared among them, and strong disappointment and rich uneasiness quickly spread among the crowd.

Everyone here knows the importance of cooperation, so so far they have fully cooperated with Bremuth's dispatches. They are all waiting for the rescue from Dammas City that the old priest mentioned. But now the strange movements of the black monsters make them extremely uneasy, and gradually more and more people have lost their patience.

Seeing that the negative emotions had begun to spread, Angus's face immediately brightened. He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and slowly straightened his back. His deep voice immediately made everyone's eyes unconsciously turn to him:

"Don't give up hope, everyone. Today is already the second day, and our reinforcements must be on the way. Our goal is to hold this place before they arrive. We have strong walls, elite warriors, and plenty of food. Mr. Brahmute and Miss Bran are fighting with us, too. Don't give up easily."

As a priest of the church monastery, Angus is respected by many people. In the past two days, people here have also realized that Father Angus is also an extremely powerful spearman. His strength is even slightly better than that of the guild president Bramuth, a former gold medal adventurer. This has boosted their confidence.

Although Angus is old, his deep and upright voice immediately dispels the haze in people's hearts.

"The old priest is right... Let's try harder and drive those monsters away!"

"We have to survive!"

"Since Father Angus has said so, we are willing to believe you."

At this time, the guards from the town hall also said:

"We've also discovered something: Yesterday, someone reported seeing some monsters gathering upstream. They were standing in the water, and some were even being washed away. We didn't know what they were doing at the time, but now it seems something is controlling them and deliberately polluting our water source. Now the river water in our town is no longer drinkable."

"It's okay, I'm prepared for this."

The person who spoke at this time was Charlie Blan. As soon as she opened her mouth, her clear voice and confident attitude made people feel happy and uplifted unconsciously. Just like the feeling she gave people, there seemed to be no fear on her face, and she looked at ease with everything, which undoubtedly made others feel at ease.

"We have plenty of clean water and wine stored at the town hall, and we also have a well," she said, gently lifting her snow-white hair from her temples. Her clear eyes, like crimson clouds, swept across the faces of the people. "But considering that they might sneak into our town through the river, I've sent people to strengthen the guard at the river entrance and exit."

"Your judgment is correct, Miss Bran."

Angus said that it must be said that Charlie Blanche was much more capable than her father. If Charlie Blanche could become the mayor, it was conceivable that the town of Weilin would develop better, but she herself did not seem to be interested in this.

Charlie Bran just shook her head. "Nothing. The safety of the town is the responsibility of our town hall."

At this time, a man dressed as a hunter came running over panting.

"The monsters in the northwest are moving!"

He yelled, instantly making Angus tense up.

"Take us to see it."

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107. Take the initiative

The predecessor of Weilin Town was a stronghold set up by the Imperial Army during the Demon King War outside the forest to monitor any unusual movements in the forest. It existed as an indispensable and important outpost in the war. From the east to the west side of Weilin Town is a flat plain with a very wide view. If any Demon King's army lurked from the forest, they would easily be detected by the garrison.

Over the past forty years, this former outpost has experienced abandonment and reconstruction due to the cessation of war. It gradually became the town it is today and expanded rapidly, eventually becoming what it is today. It is for this reason that the town's wall facing the forest is a rare magically reinforced gray stone wall. The solid stone wall surrounds the town area, isolating the monsters outside the town. Even a beast tide cannot break through it head-on. Therefore, the town is a relatively safe place, and monster attacks rarely occur.

But times are different now.

There was a watchtower behind the town's wall. Angus, carrying a gun on his back, climbed up the escalator nimbly. He reached the top of the tower and focused his eyes. His old eyes were not cloudy at all, but as sharp as an eagle. From here, he could easily observe the situation on the entire plain within the range of vision.

He looked towards the northwest.

The sunlight equally divides the plains and the forest. From the winding river to the north are the gently undulating riverbanks and the shallow forests and swamps outside the forest. A group of black monsters like black mist gather there. These black monsters have animal shapes, insect shapes, and human shapes. But the only feature that distinguishes them is that their skin is covered with dense black whiskers, which look like tiny living worms clinging to their bodies, twisting and tearing, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

Those black monsters were all staring in the direction of the town.

Angus didn't know whether the black monsters were really watching the town, or were just following the orders of the filthy one who controlled them, but it was obvious that such a large number of black monsters made him feel uneasy - although the walls of Weilin Town were very solid, they could definitely not withstand the impact of so many monsters.

No matter how many times he saw it, Angus felt that this creature must be the incarnation of a demon that only existed in hell.

"One hundred and forty-seven in total. I saw a dozen more emerging from the western forest. They are indeed slowly gathering..."

said the man dressed as a hunter, as he climbed up the wall, and Belemute and Shirley Bran followed him.

Although the view from the top of the wall was not as clear as from the watchtower, the situation at this time could be seen clearly without excellent eyesight. Bramuth frowned deeply, Charlie Bran fell silent, and the hunter seemed very anxious.

"What should we do now...if they attack us, can we really stop them?"

He had encountered those black monsters before. The most frightening thing about them was their violent numbers. No matter who it was, they would lose the courage to fight when facing a wave of hundreds or thousands of monsters, right?

Compared to Hunter, Bremuth and Charlie Bran, Angus was much calmer.

He used to be a Knight of the Holy See of the Church and had seen too many scenes that were even more desperate than this. Naturally, he could control his emotions very well. He squinted his eyes and stared at the black monsters, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's no 'Filth One' inside," Brahmot said at this time, "it's hiding, and it's even ordering these black giants to wait for its next command. It's clearly more sophisticated than the ones of its kind we've encountered before."

"Although this isn't the first time we've dealt with these nasty black guys, it's clear that this time we're dealing with something more special than any other time before. In the past, they would rush over recklessly as soon as they saw us. Thanks to their not-so-smart brains, it was easy to deal with them with traps, but these guys don't look that simple..."

Normally, the Filth One would order the black monsters to appear and attack villages and towns, while it itself would hide in the forest behind. It was not easy to find them. In this respect, it was no different from what we saw before, but the difference was that the Filth Ones encountered before would howl and let the black monsters attack as soon as they discovered the village, and would not wait there like they were doing now.

"The 'Filth One' behind them is waiting and then launching a general attack. That guy seems to be becoming more and more able to think and analyze the situation. He's already a qualified hunter. This is really not good news."

As Belemut's voice fell, the hunter seemed even more desperate and kept pacing on the wall.

Angus jumped down from the watchtower and came to Belemute.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Angus asked.

Brahmot pondered for a moment and said, "I think we can bring someone to lure them away. It will definitely work if we repeat it a few times."

They had done this before, luring away the monsters and rescuing people from a nearby village.

Angus looked at Charlie Blanche again. Although Charlie Blanche was only a silver medal adventurer, as the mayor's most beloved daughter, Charlie Blanche's attitude represented the attitude of the town hall, and Angus had to respect her ideas.

Charlie Bran blinked her crimson eyes and said, "I have a bold idea: why not take the initiative now and defeat all these monsters? There are only a little over a hundred black monsters gathered there, and such a number should not be a difficult task for our warriors."

Angus nodded.

"I thought so too—what do you think, Mr. Brahmot?"

"I agree. If that's the case, we need to act quickly. We can't let the monsters continue to gather. The more monsters there are, the more danger there will be."

"I will also lead my men to the battle," Angus said, "I'll leave the guild's call to arms to you."

"Then I will lead the town hall guards," said Charlie Blanche.

The three of them split up.

Soon, Bramuth quickly gathered adventurers with silver medals and above - not many, only a dozen or so in total. Originally, the number would be a little more, but before today, some adventurers had left the town for various reasons.

Angus led several church personnel dressed as priests. There were no church knights in the monastery of Weilin Town, so the manpower was relatively scarce.

Charlie Bran led a well-equipped guard team, which was originally the town hall guard.

The number of people they brought was less than fifty, but they were all elite forces that they could mobilize. After all, numbers were of little use when facing those black monsters. On the contrary, taking the initiative to attack the black monsters required a quick victory, and only elite troops were capable of such battles.

They requisitioned all the horses in the town, with two people riding each. They all had a nervous but determined look on their faces - because they knew that taking the initiative was the right choice. Otherwise, when there were more and more black monsters, the town wall would inevitably be breached, and then they would really be doomed to die.

"set off!"

At the command, they opened the door of the wall from the north side and immediately rushed towards the place where the black monsters gathered.

At this time, Elsa and others' carriage was galloping towards Weilin Town. Elsa looked into the distance and could already see the gray shadow of Weilin Town. Coincidentally, Elsa saw a figure on horseback leaving the town and heading north.

Elsa glanced at the wall again and could vaguely see the interior of the town.

"It seems we arrived just in time—there don't seem to be any signs of fighting in the town, but those monsters seem to be more active than we imagined."

Aisha said, then shouldered the dark heavy sword.