“Hehehe, this sacred art grand formation is impregnable. I’d like to see how these rebels plan to break through.”
Belon stood atop the walls of the Saint Luo Empire’s capital, watching the situation on the battlefield, and couldn’t help but laugh.
The New Imperial Army had already launched several waves of assaults in succession.
Every time they managed to reach the base of the walls, yet with the protection of the sacred art grand formation, the ordinary humans’ attacks simply could not affect it in the slightest.
As long as the sacred art grand formation could not be broken immediately, the Holy Knights could stand on high ground and launch sacred art attacks downward, driving the New Imperial Army back.
Relying precisely on this point, Belon possessed sufficient confidence to defend the capital.
As long as they held out for another half day, the enemy’s morale would be completely exhausted. At that time, they only needed to send out the Holy Knight Order to carry out the harvest.
In the end, those rebels had no means of destroying the sacred art grand formation either.
This was Belon’s tactic.
They did not need to risk everything in an all-out attack. They only needed to hold off the assaults. After all, other members of the Holy Knight Order were already rushing this way. Once the reinforcements arrived, no matter what choice the enemy made, there would only be one outcome.
“Your Grace, this is bad!” A Holy Knight arrived in front of Belon and reported.
“What could possibly be bad?”
Seeing the panicked expression of his subordinate, Belon couldn’t help but laugh.
“The current battle situation is overwhelmingly advantageous for us. As long as we hold this place, glorious victory will sooner or later belong to us.”
“Dragon! There’s a dragon!”
“What?”
“A dragon is coming! Please hurry and look!” The Holy Knight pointed in another direction.
Could it be…
Belon suddenly thought of something.
He had previously heard a report that someone had once provided assistance to Stella. While the imperial army was escorting Stella back to the capital, they had encountered an attack by a giant dragon and she had been carried away.
He hurriedly ran in the direction the Holy Knight was pointing and soon arrived at the other side of the wall, where he witnessed a rather shocking scene.
A massive dragon was crossing the battlefield filled with continuous artillery fire, continuously approaching the capital.
Belon shouted loudly, “Shoot that dragon down immediately! Do not let the dragon approach this place!”
“Understood, Your Grace!!”
The members of the Holy Knight Order obeyed Belon’s order and brought out their sacred artifacts.
They were one golden long spear after another.
The Holy Knights poured holy power into the sacred artifacts, gathered all their strength, and hurled them toward the giant dragon in the sky.
The golden long spears transformed into streams of golden light one after another and stabbed toward the giant dragon together.
The giant dragon suddenly beat its wings, stirring up a chaotic airflow that blew the sand and stones on the battlefield into the air, forming a gray curtain that covered all lines of sight.
The golden long spears that plunged into the sand curtain lost their targets, causing the Holy Knights’ attacks to miss completely.
“Your Grace, that giant dragon has disappeared!!” a Holy Knight cried out in alarm.
“Damn it, where did it go?!”
Belon tried to search for the giant dragon’s position amid the sky full of sand and dust, yet he could not see it anywhere. They could only hear the sound growing closer and closer to the capital’s walls.
No matter what attacks the Holy Knights launched, they could at most briefly illuminate the residual afterimages of the giant dragon’s flight.
In the end, the dragon that dominated the sky pierced through the sand curtain. With astonishing speed, it arrived in front of the sacred art grand formation’s barrier and, carrying earth-shattering momentum, crashed into the golden protective shield.
Under the violent impact, the entire wall shook intensely. The Holy Knights could not even stand steady, and quite a few of them fell from the walls. If Belon had not grabbed the wall in time, he might have been one of them as well.
The giant dragon from the abyss rapidly ascended into the air. Immediately after, it reversed direction by one hundred eighty degrees. Carrying gravity and acceleration, it raised its dragon claws and stamped them onto the cracks of the golden protective shield, tearing a massive opening in the supposedly impregnable defense of the sacred art grand formation.
Boom!!
The Abyss Dragon used its enormous body to smash open the wall.
“It’s you, Via!!”
Belon saw Via standing atop the Abyss Dragon and his eyes widened.
“Hmm?”
Via heard a familiar voice, turned her head, and saw Belon sitting amid the ruins.
At this moment, Belon looked especially disheveled. The bishop’s robes that usually appeared particularly noble were already covered in quite a bit of dust and had even been torn at one corner.
“It’s Belon. Long time no see.”
“Is this your dragon?”
Belon climbed to his feet and looked up at Via who was looking down at him, grinding his teeth in hatred.
“Do you understand what you are doing?”
“What I’m doing? Isn’t it obvious?” Via replied. “Of course I’m helping Stella destroy the Holy Land’s sacred art grand formation.”
“You are clearly Sylvia’s daughter, yet you have committed acts that defile the faith!! You abandoned the sacred light, chose to side with the abyss, and fell into becoming a demonkin. If you still have even half a sense of shame left, then immediately stop your sinful actions, return with me to the Holy Land, and accept judgment!!”
“And if I say no?”
“You are Sylvia’s daughter! If Sylvia knew that her own daughter had become a heretic and stood on the side of the demonkin, she would definitely be extremely furious—she might even regret giving birth to you!”
Belon made no attempt to conceal his disgust toward Via.
“I knew long ago that a piece of trash like you who can’t even use sacred arts would eventually betray the Holy Land. If it weren’t for the Pope’s sake that we reluctantly kept you around, you would have been dealt with long ago! Look at your current actions. Do you still have even half a heart of gratitude toward the Holy Land?”
“Belon, let me ask you an interesting question.”
The corners of Via’s mouth curved upward. Facing Belon’s reprimands, she simply raised a finger.
“If a believer falls into a moment of crisis, what would the omnipotent god do?”
Belon did not even think. The answer left his mouth immediately.
“The great god would naturally descend a miracle and save all the believers.”
This was also how the Holy Land spread its doctrines and educated every cleric.
“Since your faith is so devout, then I will give you a chance to personally witness whether the merciful god will descend a miracle for you.”
Via snapped her fingers.
“Albion, Abyssal Breath.”
Albion opened her massive jaws toward Belon. Dragon breath containing terrifying fluctuations condensed within her mouth.
Belon’s hairs stood on end. He felt the threat of death and revealed a terrified expression as he took a step back.
He hurriedly used sacred arts, condensing holy power into a shield that blocked in front of himself, while not forgetting to shout:
“Stop—stop right now, Via! Make this giant dragon stop!!”
Via did not make Albion stop. After the Abyssal Breath locked onto Belon, it sprayed forth. In an instant, it melted the golden holy shield and struck the bishop head-on.
Bathed in the abyssal breath, Belon let out a miserable wail. He could not even manage to pray to the god. Under the scouring of the energy, his body continuously dissolved.
Three seconds later, he completely vanished, as if he had never existed in this world at all.
Via smiled and said:
“Oh my, Belon. It seems your faith still wasn’t devout enough. Otherwise, why didn’t the great god you believe in descend a miracle?”
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