The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

Margaret instinctively sensed something was wrong, and asked.

"I mean, I dreamed that Serena was exhausted again. Last time she was in Crow Harbor, she fell asleep in the dream. I thought it happened to you too Woolen cloth!"

Margaret turned pale.

She could roughly imagine what it would be like for Serena to fall asleep in her dream.

As a mage, she could actually guess that Serena's ability was related to some demon blood.

But in her dream, Serena was always full of energy and confidence!

If Serena only reveals her true feelings in Aurora's dreams, that's to say...

"It doesn't matter, I'll just pretend that that guy can't hold on anymore. There are still two days left, and I will definitely lead the team to the rear of the Secret Alliance's troops and kick their butts!"

"Margaret, you'd better feed your spirit. I believe that in the next battle, your tactical value will be far higher than mine."

"That's it, I should go, goodbye!"

Before Margaret could react, Aurora got on her horse and accelerated to the front of the team.

After a while, Margaret regained her strength.

She bit her lip and murmured softly.

"Is it because I'm too weak to be your support?"

"No, I'll prove myself. Serena, wait for me, I'll be right here!"

As if she had made up her mind, Margaret walked towards her carriage.

She will definitely prove that Serena's perception of her is problematic.

She is definitely no weaker than Aurora!

…………

"Your Majesty, regarding the conflict at Seidguan..."

Later that day, Humphrey whispered about it in between work reports.

"Well, I see. Just follow the rules."

Tempus responded nonchalantly.

He appreciates Serena and Aurora, but that doesn't mean they have any privileges with him.

Since you dare to attack the level, you have to bear the consequences, right?

Chapter 20 The time has come

"The time has come!"

Serena opened her eyes suddenly, clenched her fists and shouted.

After hearing her voice, the expressions of the surrounding people twisted.

There's no way, just now, they were discussing the gloomy prospect worryingly when Serena rarely closed their eyes.

Even though during this period of time, under Serena's leadership, they went from one victory to another, the situation was still developing in an increasingly desperate direction.

That's right, they had sufficient supplies and proper equipment, and even got a lot of magic props, allowing them to move around relatively freely in the mountains.

But there are a few sad realities that cannot be ignored.

Their physical strength is becoming more and more scarce, and the time to rest in peace is getting shorter and shorter;

Several times, without even eating half of the meal, everyone had to get up and turn in again to avoid being surrounded by enemy troops.

As the number of battles continues to increase, bad news from all sides continues to come, and the mental pressure of the soldiers is also increasing;

In the battle that just ended today, three young knights lost their precious lives due to low-level mistakes—and this was already the best result under the full care of Serena and Foster.

Among the nuns despair spreads like a plague;

Almost every nun has written a suicide note and asked the knights for the short weapon that can end their lives in the darkest hour.

There are even a few nuns who boldly abandoned their vows and dedicated themselves to the knights they liked without returning to secular life—just to die without regrets.

And Serena, who is the backbone of everyone, has even returned to her true colors, wearing the white robes that are standard for saintesses, just to give everyone even a little hint that they will be saved.

To make matters worse, even Serena was clearly on the verge of her limit right now.

After all, she was still a human being, and she finally showed signs of exhaustion when her body and mind were constantly overloaded.

From occasional weak legs to unknown diseases that had to be suppressed with divine magic, Serena could no longer hide her growing weakness in front of her subordinates.

And even in such a situation, she is still working hard to cheer everyone up, and she even uses a beautiful singing voice—recently it has been a hoarse singing voice, to cheer up the team partners, which has surpassed everyone's respect for the leaders. highest expectations.

But how long can Serena like this last?

Just a few minutes ago, Elaine checked Serena's physical condition again, and gave a pessimistic judgment:

"At most two more days, she should fall into a deep coma. By then, even if she..."

Even if she has the blood of the succubus, it is not enough to extend her life - of course Elaine will not say such words.

The oil is running out, this kind of situation that shouldn't happen to a girl has already shown enough signs.

And Foster's view is equally pessimistic.

In his opinion, at most one more full-strength battle would break the hearts of the knights completely.

Everyone has reached their limit, and when the tightest string is broken, the soldiers would probably rather beg for death than get up and fight again.

The most recent battle was actually very close to collapse.

If Serena hadn't ordered the nuns to take up weapons and charge in time, arousing the knights' final sense of honor, they might really be the one to be defeated first.

And Baron Phil also said that according to his observation, the small army facing them may have already [@

In order to cover their tracks, they had killed so many alliance fighters that every new enemy that appeared looked at them as if they were seeing their mortal enemy.

"Their mercenaries actually come from a few places, and most of them are relatives. If your brother, uncle, or even your father died at the hands of a group of people, I think you will ignore any orders from above, first Kill it and talk about it."

This is no longer the war in Phil's mind.

There is no warmth, no etiquette, only the coldest calculations and the cruelest killings.

Relying on such extreme behavior, they were indeed luckier than other friendly forces, and insisted on coming to this place, which is only one step away from the periphery of the encirclement.

But it finally became the end of the battle.

Looking from the top of the mountain, as long as you cross a small river, you will see a beautiful grassland.

On the other side of the grassland is the blurred border of the border area between the two countries.

It's a pity that this river and this grassland have been occupied by the troops of the Secret Law Alliance and have become an insurmountable moat.

Even Serena, a saint, would never be able to use divine magic to cover everyone from passing through this dead area under the full bombardment of the magicians—not even three more.

The only one who still had a glimmer of hope that everyone could escape was Phyllis.

She thinks she has seen the smile of God, so God will definitely not give up her incarnation in the world.

"Saint Gillian will take us home, I'll put it here, believe it or not!"

And when the others smiled wryly and planned to drop the topic and make some jokes, Serena woke up and said those words.

Therefore, it was Phyllis who was the first to open her eyes and asked:

"What time?"

"Of course it's time for us to go home."

Serena got up a bit wobbly, and pointed to the grassland in the distance.

"Our reinforcements have arrived, in that grassland."

"I can even say that they are fully capable of defeating the Union Army over there and bringing everyone home."

"Now, we are only short of the last battle before going home. How about it, do you feel that there is something to look forward to?"

Serena smiled happily as she spoke.

But the few people except Phyllis just exchanged worried glances with each other—has Serena lost her mind and started talking crazy?

"Hey, don't you guys want to go home? Why don't you talk?"

Under Serena's strange gaze, Foster glanced at Phil, and responded with a hoarse voice.

"Your Excellency Serena, we are very glad that you have seen a scene full of hope. However, even if what you see is true, there are still some small problems..."

"Our soldiers are already too tired. After the first impact, I am afraid that a large number of them will fall off their horses."

"And the nuns under you have also exhausted their magic spells after the battle this morning, and now they are just ordinary women."

"Under such circumstances, we may have been wiped out before we can join the reinforcements."

"Besides, we don't know the exact location of the reinforcements, and it's the same on the opposite side. As long as the timing is slightly wrong, we may completely sleep on that grass..."

"That's easy to say, just leave it to me."

Serena supported the rock beside her, and confidently stood up straight, straightening her back.

"All you have to do is follow me. Aurora will take care of the rest!"

Chapter 21 The Saints Who Shine on the Stage

"Should it be over?"

By the river, two magicians from the Mystic Alliance got together and looked towards the hillside not far away.

They knew that the ghost army that was tormenting everyone these days must be there at this moment.

They also already know exactly that the opponent is still a human being, and there are still human limits.

It stands to reason that they should actually take the initiative to kill these blood-debt enemies.

But for some reason that no one wants to say, no one is willing to bring their own troops to do this seemingly easy attack mission.

Everyone would rather wait for these enemies to rush down by themselves, like powerless waves, turning into broken bubbles in front of the solid defense line.

"It should be over anyway."

The other magician nodded.

"They have no hope. The search party is getting closer and closer to them, and an airship has also been dispatched as a backup."

"Whether they advance or retreat, it's a dead end. If I were them, I would still be willing to rush down and attack here. It is more dignified to die on the way of attack, isn't it?"

"Ha, I'd rather they were found and killed by a search party."

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the first magician.

"Last time, there were only two ravines between me and the army they annihilated. You don't know how terrifying that woman is. She was still singing loudly while killing people."

"Really, I'd rather never have seen such a sight, heard such a song."

"Oh?"

His companion looked at him with great interest.

"You have met their leader. It is said that he is the saint of St. Gillian Church, a great beauty, right?"

"Yes, she is wearing the white robe of a saint. She is so beautiful. But it is the temptation from the god of death."

The magician fell into memory, and his face gradually froze.

"As if she was dancing, she rushed into the mercenaries' battle line waving her spear. Red blood was flying around her, but she couldn't even wet her white robe."

"Life is more fragile than paper in front of her. Whether it's a brave two-handed swordsman, a capable halberdier, or a mage like us, they are all destroyed by her equally."

"She was so eye-catching, many people would even stare blankly in front of her, and then die just like that."

"And her singing voice, like the legendary mermaid, is breathtaking."

"Yes, it's this kind of singing..."

The magician gave a jolt and woke up.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: