"There are still people who simply don’t listen to reason; they always think the enemy isn’t a monster."
Overall, there’s every kind of person, so still remaining in the city, leaving the officials quite helpless.
After all, even many available guard units have been pulled to the front lines.
Many young recruits have also been conscripted, and the entire city is already sowhat chaotic.
"Forget it, let’s discuss the retreat route for later," the Prince said helplessly.
"The self-destruct array of the fortress has already been activated; now the enemy should have already broken through the Gray Mountain defense line.
At their expected speed, they should already be rapidly heading towards Vitra City.
We will retreat from here to the riverbank defense line and organize a defensive route from there."
At this mont, a few soldiers ca in: "My lord, the ssengers from Count Anquette, Count Nick, Bais... have arrived."
"Sigh, a bunch of fools," the Prince rubbed his forehead.
But he had no choice but to engage in talks.
The fall of Gray Rock Fortress signifies that the Prince’s Territory and several territories extending westward almost have no defense, inevitably to be breached by the Blood Race.
A week ago, the Prince had already sent out the situation and information here via magic communication.
He was certain there were fools holding onto a fluke hope; he had grown accustod to it.
With the Prince’s departure, the eting did not break but continued, as the retreat objective would not change.
Fighting the Blood Race in the plains and wilderness was utterly foolish; the combination of bats and Ghoul squads would cause insurmountable trouble.
"Where are those Blood Race troops now?" the Bishop asked.
An officer in charge of the reconnaissance forces said oddly, "They, they have not accelerated their pursuit of us, nor have they chased those troops.
Instead, they are forming large-scale encirclents, seemingly to envelop all the refugees who failed to escape in ti."
Upon hearing this, the Bishop’s brow furrowed into a knot.
"It seems what His Highness the Prince said was right; what lies ahead is an endless horde of enemies."
The Bishop shook his head helplessly, yet there was nothing he could do.
Evacuating the city’s residents and refugees behind the defense line was simply impossible.
Not to ntion that their defense ti was shorter than they anticipated.
Moreover, several other territories around did not heed their direction, and the residents of those territories were also part of their wealth.
The Bishop could barely imagine the horrifying scene when the Blood Race forces grew in number.
"This is truly a disaster, a bloody disaster."
He couldn’t help but mutter.
The only consolation for him was that nurous forces seed to be probing into the Blood Race’s origins.
And the Bishop could practically confirm that these Blood Race were certainly not a race created by a Stone of Creation.
What kind of race’s creation abilities are like these?
Even if it were rely controlling blood, he could understand, but constructing military forces with Ghoul giant bats and various sewing monsters was truly bizarre.
The massive production of these Blood and Flesh Alchemy creatures could not be explained by simple research efforts.
Moreover, the Bishop had already obtained so cutting-edge intel from within the Church.
The Judgent Court people concluded that the Blood Race likely possessed so ability to detect the Stone of Creation.
Because when the Blood Race attacked the Cohen Kingdom, they were also conducting small troop raids on other forces.
Especially the various offshore assaults, and the attack maneuvers always seed odd, according to survivors’ reports, as if they were searching for sothing.
With so many national forces sending people to investigate, it was practically certain that the Blood Race had this ability.
With such capability or technology that they were unwilling to share, and exhibiting such an extre invasion attitude, not to ntion that the transford race seed too out of sync with normal races, too malevolent even.
It was almost as though they were saying to all forces, "Co fight ."
The Bishop didn’t know why the Blood Race’s forces would act this way, unsure whether it was foolishness or intentional.
But regardless of the reason, it was practically sure that the Blood Race’s days were numbered.
The Cohen Kingdom only needed to hold out.
Yet even so, the Bishop remained uneasy.
He always felt the road ahead was dark, but he was powerless.
...
At this ti, Kana and others had already completed a search of Vitra City.
Looking at the refugees gathered and given so treatnt before them.
The numbers were too small; they searched the entire city for half a day and found only a few hundred refugees, considering it was a city.
From the mouths of these refugees, they learned what the cultists did after entering the city.
"Why? Why do they have such abilities?" the Saintess asked in deep confusion after listening.
Even with the corrupt control from the cult, it shouldn’t take effect imdiately, not to ntion influence such a large area.
To achieve such results, multiple rituals must have been held in this city.
Daring to hold rituals in a place with the Holy Light Church and still wanting to evade the Church’s detection was nearly impossible.
Especially since almost all cultists were Blood Race, and no other races were seen.
How exactly did they manage this?
"Stone of Creation." Kana reminded.
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