. "The Temple of Time... is over!"

Standing at the forefront of tens of thousands of troops, watching the place where he had lived for most of his life turn into broken walls, the high priest Manuel's face full of ravines was filled with tears for a moment.

This is not only because of the disappearance of the second hometown, but also for his own tragic fate. The moment before, he was still a divine warrior protected and favored by the Sun Goddess. At the moment, he lost all his magical skills and holy power and became a dying old man who was about to kick his legs... At most, his body was a little healthier and his muscles were slightly higher.

This gap from hell to heaven and then from heaven to hell is really not something that his 70-year-old man can bear.

Since he saw the rising smoke on the boat and felt the sudden loss of the holy power, Manuel's will and body had almost completely collapsed. It was all thanks to the faint hope that made the goddess of the Sun and the burning hatred and obsession that he barely persevered, and with a few temple warriors who escaped from the catastrophe, he stood at the forefront of the army, ready to rush forward at any time to vent his resentment.

Due to the serious injury and sleep of God, the grace and blessings on his priestly robe disappeared and became ordinary linen again. Therefore, despite his old age, Manuel put on a heavy mitril enchantment armor. Although he could not resist the direct attack of field cannons, if he only dealt with ordinary bullets, grenades, attack magic and shell fragments, he could still make do with it.

Of course. The premise is that he can still run if he is carrying more than two hundred pounds of personal weight... This is really difficult for a 70-year-old purebred human old man. Even if he is a veteran, the same is true.

However, Manuel seems to have his own way...

"Ge... Your Majesty, Your Majesty the King of the Mountains has a decree to convey it!"

"explain!"

Manuel stared at his blood-red eyes that seemed to want to choose someone. He turned his head fiercely and a word burst out from his teeth. The sharp gaze that was as solid as the essence made the poor messenger seem to shrink.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty ordered your people to prepare and wait for the next round of artillery to take the lead in charge immediately!" The messenger said with some stuttering.

Hearing this obviously unreasonable order, even though Manuel had already prepared to die on the battlefield, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Let my temple guards attack directly? Why not send arcane vanguards to test? Why not conduct spell reconnaissance? Uh... I roughly understand." Manuel just asked a few questions, then suddenly showed a clear look. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then turned around. In front of him, more than 300 temple warriors, including some armed believers, were gathering together and arranged a not-standard square formation. Due to the hard battles for several days, these people were all blue-faced, tired and dirty, and were covered in scars, full of fireworks. However, looking at their eyes, Manuel could still vaguely recognize that a flame with bloodthirsty and fanatical killing desire was burning in the pupils of these people.

It is a terrifying existence that is nothing but can move mountains and fill the sea.

Its name is faith.

Those who have faith are believers; those who are willing to die for faith will become martyrs; and those who have the strongest fire of faith are called crazy faith.

After experiencing the heavy blow of the destruction of the temple and the God's sleep, those who are still willing to stay here to participate in the war will definitely be included in the ranks of craziness, and they are always ready to become the highest craziness in the place of martyrdom.

The so-called mad faith is not a glorious title with a holy halo. On the contrary, it is filled with a disgusting breath of death.

Although major churches are using various brainwashing methods to cultivate their own crazy beliefs, most of them are doing things with the idea of ​​"I really can't do it", and are always wary of this disobedient double-edged sword that will cut itself. Once there is a crisis, rational upper-class people always like to drive these cannon fodder with high enthusiasm to keep those guys who are not very enthusiastic but absolutely obedient - that is, the so-called "wolf but dogs are not", and "bad goods are eliminated".

In the eyes of some "conscientious historians", craziness is synonymous with fools and destruction of madmen. Indeed, many tragic destruction and killing are created by craziness in the name of faith. For the sake of the belief that is not necessarily correct in the heart, craziness that is burned out can trample on all moral and social norms, and turn from a good citizen who abides by laws and regulations to a bloody and cruel ripper.

However, if there is no faith and ideal, a person is just a walking corpse. In addition, many brilliant wonders and touching deeds are created by the most pious and crazy faith. Although they often act unreasonable, once the most dangerous time comes, these people often stand up without hesitation--even if others thank them for their selfless dedication, they still secretly curse the fool with their fingers.

Moreover, religion itself is a detachment from reality. If you can't even cultivate a group of crazy beliefs who are obsessed with ideals, then the charlatans of this religious organization are really failing - if you don't even master the basic skills of brainwashing, why are you going to do it?

Although the church of the Sun Goddess Amanatta has long been full of diseases and has difficulty in recovering from the accumulation of problems, its most basic functions can still be maintained. For example, now, these survivors have just escaped from death and have voluntarily joined the fight again, and there are no common problems such as battlefield phobia... It must be said that the Sun Goddess' charlatans are still very good at promoting faith.

But what role did these crazy believers admire, well, specifically, the agents of the worship object, play in this catastrophe?

When he thought of the high priest Sumekshi who escaped in the battle, and so many elites who were pulled away by this coward, and the tragic ending that ended... Manuel was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and at the same time, an unstoppable sadness arose in his heart.

"Sumeke! How bad have you done, a bastard!"

However, as a devout clergy, despite knowing the dark side behind the holy cloak of the temple, Manuel decided to continue fighting for this holy place--for nothing else, just because of the favor the goddess had just revealed to herself, this reason was enough.

He has been receiving traditional education from clergy in the Temple of Time since he was a child, and he knows what to do in this situation.

Shaking his head and driving out the excess emotions, Manuel calmly walked to these passionate and roared them.

"My brothers, a new battle is about to begin, and the order of attack has been conveyed."

His eyes swept across the crowd in front of him, but he could hardly recognize their faces and names. Although he had always been familiar with the warriors in the temple in the past, often making fun of each other. And they all regarded Manuel as a respectable and kind elder.

However, the battle for the Temple of Time has lasted more than half a month. Before that, a considerable number of soldiers were taken away by the fugitives. The remaining people were also dead, and the wounds were almost completely wiped out during the fierce battles over the past few days and the devastating explosion when the temple fell.

Most of the current team is temporarily pieced together by documents, servants and even handymen in the temple. Seeing these guys holding spears or axes with their hands that usually hold brooms or quills, trying to make a bulge of their chests and belly, Manuel's sadness became even deeper.

Where have those guys who should have died the most for the temple now gone?

The old priest forced his eyes to wipe his mind, calmed down, and continued to shout loudly to them

"I know very well that everyone's hearts are full of revenge, and that you all have the awareness of serving death to defend your faith. The great His Highness of the Sun God will definitely be pleased with your loyalty. But..."

Manuel lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into these people's eyes. "Except for the full-time samurai in the Temple of Time, everyone who has children to raise at home should be removed! If there are parents who have to serve alone, leave! If you are less than half a year old, leave! You..." He waved his hand, "Go home!"
Chapter completed!