"May I ask, how many priests and holy knights are in that cathedral?" Bobo suddenly asked.
Looking at this rat, so officers curiously sized him up, or rather, they had been curiously sizing him up from the start.
However, the bishop was a worldly man, so he naturally knew that the big white rat before him was a Round-eared Ratman.
"I transferred so priests and holy knights from Vitra Cathedral. There should still be 6 holy knights and more than 10 priests."
Upon hearing this, Bobo furrowed his eyebrows.
That’s too few, don’t these people realize it’s not just so cultists secretly plotting trouble?
Bobo still rembered Kana’s words.
Kana once said that as ti goes by, the world’s defenses would grow weaker.
More and more evil gods are turning their gaze here, and what’s more terrifying is, the letters revealed that these cultists intercepted so Creation Stone Fragnts.
Even just a few pieces are enough for them to summon so powerful demons.
These powerful demons aren’t just about their strength, but about their ability to amplify the mind-influencing powers of the evil gods.
It’s not that Bobo looks down on those humans, but a war is ongoing, and refugees from Safro Kingdom are everywhere.
The city is also packed with wounded soldiers, and under such circumstances, the influence of these evil gods is simply like a fish in water.
Moreover, these cultists aren’t the sa ones that Bobo occasionally heard about causing disturbances in the past.
These are the armies of the Blood Race, influenced and turned into a cult army.
"But what if the enemy is an army?" Bobo asked.
"An army?" The bishop furrowed his eyebrows.
Bobo continued, "What if soone in that city has long been a cultist?"
From that letter, it seed this group of cultists had been eyeing the city for quite so ti.
At that mont, Blake suddenly spoke, "Your battle situation must not look optimistic, right? If sothing happened to Vitra City, do you really still have the troops to go and support?
Furthermore, it’s impossible to allow such news to spread, which would cause widespread panic and breakdown."
"Shut up! Who do you think brought these problems? Of course, it’s you damned fellows; those monsters belong to your country.
Those monsters were once part of your nation, right? Who knows if you’ve been influenced? You..."
The officer with so scars on him stood up angrily and shouted.
The officer beside him pulled him down.
"Sit down!" Prince Anistar shouted.
With those words, the officer’s anger instantly extinguished, he turned to look at the prince, and lowered his head.
"Sorry, sir."
Prince Anistar looked at the group and said, "Sorry, the frontline war is not looking good, bringing him too much stress."
He also looked apologetically at Count and Ichard.
Blake didn’t care at all; he was well prepared for this situation before he arrived.
At this ti, Anita spoke, "Please rest assured, Blake is a Bather of Light, his will has been recognized by the Holy Light."
Upon hearing this, the officers’ expressions improved considerably, and their attitudes visibly cald down.
Apparently, the title of Bather of Light was far more effective than that of Night Watcher.
Getai furrowed his brows and suddenly said, "In the future, there will be no more Gray Mountain Dwarves; we’ve all joined the Night Watchers."
"What?!" The bishop was the first to furrow his brows and stand up.
Prince Anistar also furrowed his brows and couldn’t help but ask, "Then what about our previous cooperation and trade..."
"I don’t know, Yata will soon co here with Kana." Getai couldn’t answer, and simply waved his hand.
The Saintess who had been sitting beside, silent until now, finally spoke.
"Since that’s the case, why don’t I lead a team over to examine the situation? After all, we’re not being much help here."
Because no information from the Great Cathedral had co through, they couldn’t help Cohen Kingdom resist Safro Kingdom.
At this ti, the sound of commotion ca from outside.
"What’s happening?"
Ha, before the sentence was finished, a blood-soaked soldier rushed in.
"Urgent report! Vitra City has fallen."
It’s over. The inner voices of the people present.
Too late. Blake frowned heavily.
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