Werewolf wizard

Chapter 71: Three-Way Melee Before the Wizard Ruins

Before West Virginia Lake, as soon as the Guker Wizard saw these people approaching the entrance to the Four Seasons Garden, he immediately said to the girl, "We must enter the garden quickly."

Guker was just about to lead the girl to run towards the entrance when he was immediately blocked by two one-star bloodline warlocks.

Guker was very annoyed. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? Flying Ant Curse!"

A large number of flying ants flew out of his sleeves, attacking the two one-star bloodline warlocks.

At the same time, the Storm Church's army also clashed head-on with the cultists.

The Storm Church's people were indeed looking for the Four Seasons Garden, but their main purpose was to prevent anyone from getting it, and even to destroy it if possible.

At this moment, the Storm Church's people, encountering the cultists of the Supreme Order, naturally started fighting.

The Storm Church's hundred soldiers were all elites, all equipped with excellent steel swords and wooden shields made of century-old trees, and they were well-disciplined. They were the elite church soldiers that the Achaia pastoral region kept at the bottom of the box.

As for the ten God-Given Knights carried by the Bishop of Achaia, they were not only all formal knights, but the extent to which they had walked on the path of knights was far beyond ordinary knight lords, with each individual's stats being around 4, or even higher.

They were all veteran knights.

Although the cultists' bloodline warlocks were powerful, they only brought three one-star bloodline warlocks and one two-star bloodline warlock. Most of them were still dealing with the Guker Wizard, so facing the Storm Church's frenzied attacks, most of the cultists died tragically under the steel swords of the church knights and church soldiers.

The young lady of the Earl's family, Rachel Comninos, who was in charge of the on-site command, yawned and looked at the battlefield. "A three-way melee. But what I hate the most is the Storm Church."

"I've never liked the Storm Church."

"Although I have half the bloodline of the Storm Kingdom, the other half is the bloodline of the people of the God of Law, and there is also a bit of royal bloodline. But it doesn't matter, as far as now, anything is fine."

"Prepare the sacrifices, my little cubs, draw the life force of those two-legged sheep."

"Eliminate all enemies, this wizard's ruins are ours."

In the melee with the Storm Church's army, although the two bloodline warlocks could suppress the soldiers and knights with the Cold Wind, they were also afraid of consuming too much life force, leading to being besieged and killed by the church's army.

However, after Rachel Comninos issued the order, they were like liberated beasts, and suddenly there were no more restrictions.

They directly drew life force from the civilians in the rear, whose bodies had been pre-painted with sacrificial rituals.

One by one, the civilians wailed and fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices.

On the battlefield, the warlocks, like cannons with unlimited ammunition, began to cast spells, one after another, no longer stingy.

When the Bishop of Achaia saw this scene, he was about to explode with anger. All along, they could hang 'wizards' however they wanted, and burn heretics at the stake however they wanted.

But this was the first time they had encountered real cultists.

It was also the first time they had encountered warlocks.

The Bishop of Achaia suddenly shouted, "Those two monsters are definitely not human. God said that humans cannot possibly master any supernatural power."

"Believers, don't be afraid, they have civilians, and so do we."

"It's time for you to give us your support."

Rachel Comninos was a little speechless. She never expected that when the facts were placed in front of the Storm Church's people, these church people would directly ignore the facts, then expel you from humanity, and then deceive themselves.

But she saw that the ordinary people who had been fooled by the church actually began to pray on the spot. On the battlefield, under the guidance of the priests holding religious classics, they collectively recited the contents of the Mass in unison.

"God of Storms, only you can help the weak to overcome the strong, only you can help the poor to overcome the rich."

"Because we rely on you, we attack our enemies in your name."

"God of Storms, you are our God, no one can overcome you."

"The strong, the talented, the proud, the rich, the gifted, the better than others, will all decay and weaken before the God of Storms, unable to do anything."

"The God of Storms turns the strong into the weak. All humans should be weak lambs, obedient infants, and ignorant innocent children before the God of Storms. We have the most precious pious and innocent heart…"

As the believers recited, in the most core new doctrine that the God of Storms appeared in two thousand years ago, on the battlefield, the bloodline warlocks who were originally using the [Cold Wind] to kill in all directions quickly discovered something.

That was that their power was actually weakening.

These believers of the God of Storms were actually using the power of blind and foolish faith to suppress the power belonging to the energy world in their bodies.

And if supernatural power was suppressed by blind and foolish faith, then it was undoubtedly most beneficial to the church, because among the three forces, only the church had the most complete army and the most powerful melee power—knights.

On the battlefield, a one-star bloodline warlock continuously extracted the life force of the common people, wanting to cast the Cold Wind to fight against the knights, but at a certain moment, he actually cast the spell one step slower, because he was interfered by the power of blind and foolish faith, so his spells would sometimes fail, and he needed to use them several times in a row to ensure that they could be used in time.

But he was one step slower, so his chest was cut by the God-Given Knight.

If the warlock's life force had not been strong, he would have been killed by this knife.

However, although the church's army had gained an advantage on the battlefield, these ordinary people who volunteered to go to the battlefield had actually put themselves in a dangerous place.

In the chaotic battle, the Bishop of the Achaia pastoral region did not have the spare capacity to arrange soldiers to protect them.

Therefore, many pious commoners had already been hacked to death by the charging cultists.

For the church, there were as many such people as they wanted. They were not cherished resources at all. Anyway, at least half of the entire Storm Kingdom believed in the God of Storms.

So there was no need for special protection.

Rachel Comninos frowned as she watched this scene. She discovered a problem.

Was the church's power strong?

In fact, it was just that, just an army composed of a group of knights and ordinary soldiers.

But what the church was best at seemed to be using their stupid faith to pull you to the same level as them, and then defeat you with rich experience.

Because those ordinary believers recited the classics of the God of Storms, the sacred and authoritative aura belonging to the God of Storms in the air in this local area greatly increased, and both magical power and the bloodline power of the warlocks were suppressed.

And what the church was best at was fighting hand-to-hand.

Rachel Comninos immediately shouted, "Kill all the ordinary believers behind them. As long as those idiots are all dead, the church's army will be finished."

The Bishop of the Achaia pastoral region immediately made an equal strategy. "Don't stop, if we turn back to protect those ordinary people, we will definitely lose."

"Continue to attack, kill all those evil inhuman monsters. Kill the villagers who are in league with them as well. As long as those villagers die, those monsters will definitely not be so powerful. I see it!"

On the battlefield, many of the villagers in the territory who still had some brains were now in a state of confusion.

So, no matter which side gained the upper hand, the first to be sacrificed were them, these common people.

These villagers fell into despair in their hearts, so… their fate could only be like this, becoming cannon fodder?

Who can save them?