Has the endorsement organization of God in the world lost God's favor and died, and could no longer bear the sustenance of the people's faith?

Pariador's death caused this doubt to even affect the Holy City.

Rumors are everywhere in the areas currently controlled by the Holy Fire Cult, and the situation is deteriorating.

In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, the Holy Fire Cult must purchase a large amount of food and daily necessities from Taoyuan and provide relief to the people every day to gain the hearts of the people. At this time, they can no longer win the echo of the people by just verbal propaganda. For this reason, the Holy Fire Cult has paid a huge price.

But this is still a temporary solution. The war on the side of the Niam River gathered the eyes of the whole continent. The Torch Army must obtain enough victory here to make the people trust them again.

They can't stand it, and it will be a matter of time before they launch a fierce attack.

In order to avenge his shame, Nalander strongly encouraged Brando to launch this attack.

In name, the golden-robed demon knight Gao Shilanden is the commander, but this demon knight is old and more of a military supervisor.

All tactical strategies were planned by Naland. Baimapo is the easiest point to land after long-term observation, and it is sufficient distance from Crescent City to attack this point during the thick fog period. Even if the beacon signal reaches Crescent City, they still have enough military strength to land before the arrival of Crescent City reinforcements. Two magic knights attacked collectively and took Crescent City from both water and land.

Everything went smoother than Nalander thought.

He stood at the bow of the boat, staring at several flying eagles hovering in the sky. The thick fog weather also restricted the vision of the reconnaissance pets, but they were only a few hundred meters away from Baima Slope. They saw the beacon igniting.

The brief handover battle began soon.

The opponent organized a line of defense and began to resist.

But as expected, compared with the Eighty Ten Thousand Holy Fire Army, this resistance is too fragile.

Nalander commanded thousands of ships to form a straight line without any haste.

Ten minutes later, he confirmed that the ship could land on the beach.

After getting the approval of Gao Shilanden, Naland yelled: "All ships are prepared, mages, archers are covered, and the members of the white-robed magic knights are ready to land forcibly!"

The knights agreed, this was their long-awaited war, with tens of thousands of horses neighing on the deck, and then countless dazzling flames broke through the thick fog.

The mages on the deck cast their best attack magic. The entire Niam River was like the mouth of lava from a volcanic eruption in the blink of an eye.

The tornado wind pulled the thick fog and circled it, and the eyes became empty. The water surface roared and rushed out of countless water dragons, rolled up and rushed to the shore. Then countless flame balls exploded on the empty ground of Baima Slope, thick smoke rolled, and waves of water flew into the sky in the woods in the distance. There were still many wild beasts on the ground that ran out of the jungle. When they ran slowly, they were swallowed by the shock wave mixed with water and fire. In an instant, the calm Baima Slope became hell.

Magic's ability to damage a large-scale in war is fully reflected, with an extremely cruel death.

The strong foundation of the Holy Fire Sect is undoubtedly reflected. More than 10,000 knights in the two magic knight legions have the ability of intermediate magicians, and countless other primary mages. When tens of thousands of mages pour out their magic power together, the entire Baimapo is like a ball of crumpled paper, and in a few breaths, it is beyond recognition.

The towering beacon tower was knocked down.

The scattered flames were burning everywhere, the ground water on the ground was evaporated by high temperatures, and condensed into water vapor in the air, faintly slimming.

Gao Shilanden and Nalander waited for a moment.

Instead of being delighted by the terrifying power of the Holy Fire Army in front of them, they showed confusion in their eyes.

Nalander glanced at the shore with a monocular lens, with uncertainty in his tone: "Strange, there is no sound anymore, have they all been killed?"

Although the attack just now seemed very terrifying, because it was a large-scale attack, the targets were mostly set on those fortifications. Such a dispersed attack was of no effect on the magicians above the level. They could support themselves to protect themselves. Even ordinary soldiers could avoid most of the attacks, even if they were ordinary soldiers hiding in anti-magic trenches.

Speaking of which, this kind of attack is mostly demonstrative.

Naland hesitated for a long time, and the faint smell of burnt floating in the air made him feel strange uneasy.

He took a deep breath and swept away the uneasiness.

Whether I am too suspicious is definitely because I have been under too much mental pressure recently. Baimapo is not a good place to ambush. If you choose this place, you will rule out the possibility of being ambushed by the other party. You can't hesitate anymore.

"Sir, we forcefully boarded.

Gao Shilanden's turbid eyes remained on Nalander's face for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "Narlander, my dear child, remember, this is your only chance."

Naland's heart jumped and stopped suddenly.

Gao Shilanden is not only a golden-robed demon knight, but also his godfather and master. He has guided him in martial arts since he was a child. He watched him grow up step by step, and finally promoted him to the important position of the Holy Fire Sect. Nalander was able to convince Brando to obtain this strong attack opportunity, which was also the result of Gao Shilanden's strong support for him.

There was a deep relationship between them, and Naland knew that Gao Shilanden was alerting him and warning him.

Pariardo's death put Naland at the forefront of the church. In this sensitive period, the Holy Fire Sect could no longer lose a war, and Nalando could not afford to lose even more. Once he failed, his ending would be even more miserable than Pariardo.

Looking at Nalander's slightly white face, Gao Shilanden gently placed his hand on Nalander's shoulder and whispered: "My child, Pariardo's death tells us that we need to be cautious. We are facing a very powerful enemy, but, dear child, you cannot lose your courage. Go and seize your victory and fulfill the glorious mission given to you by God!"

"I will, I promise you!" Naland straightened his back.

He glanced at Gao Shilanden deeply, turned around suddenly, and shouted: "Battle of 1, 2, and 3, responsible for the alert, the golden robe and the white robe knight, log in with me."

The iron-armored ship slowly landed on the dock, and there was no attack on the way.

Teams of knights wearing Holy Fire Sect's armor and a golden or white snake totem on their chest began to land in an orderly manner...

...

In the magic trenches five hundred meters away from the shore.

These trenches are used to dig big holes at the bottom. When they attack magically, soldiers will drill into those big holes to effectively avoid magic attacks.

It took a long time after the magic attack stopped.

The dusty heads came out of the magic trench. They shook the dust on their faces, and their faces were still filled with fear. The scene of various magic bombing and raging above their heads just now made people suspect that they had reached hell.

A feeling of surviving the disaster arises in everyone's hearts.

A soldier cursed: "Damn it, I almost thought I was going to be a roast pig."

"Shh! Shut!" a small team leader whispered: "Mouse, go up and take a look."

A soldier with a stingy eyebrow, thin body, but extremely slender limbs moaned and flipped up the trench flexibly.

After a while, he suddenly pulled his head back into the ditch and laughed so hard that he was very traitorous.

The captain waved his fist hard at him and threatened him to complete the reconnaissance as soon as possible.

The "Rat" laughed twice, stretched out his left hand from behind, and saw a scorched pheasant in his hand, still steaming hot. It was obvious that he had not had time to run in front of the magic frenzy just now, and turned out to be a turkey.

The soldiers under the trench all snickered, and the shadow of death was weakened in the laughter.

"Go and go, I'll bake you again!" The team leader picked up a piece of earth and smashed it away. The "rat" made a face, retracted his head, and disappeared.

After waiting anxiously for four or five minutes, the "Rat" finally came back, crawled down with sweat on his head, and said hurriedly: "Damn it, it's all cavalry. I met the squadron leader, and he said that the superiors asked us to evacuate quickly."

“Evacuate?”

The soldiers sweated: "If you don't fight, you'll run away?"

The team leader grabbed the collar of the "rat": "Are you wrong? How could the superior ask us to withdraw? Once we withdraw, they will all come up."

"The mouse" shouted, "It's true, captain, you didn't see it. The shore is full of their cavalry. It's too late if we don't retreat."

The team leader pushed the "rat" away and climbed up the trench himself. When he saw that his mouth and neck trembled, he still had some eyesight and argued that the rows of gold and white robes standing neatly on the shore were the world-famous Golden and White robes legions, which were the most cutting-edge combat power of the Holy Fire Sect.

He looked carefully under the cover of the shrubs, and indeed found that in the trench in the distance, a comrade crawled out and quietly retreated.

Damn it, it's really withdrawn!
Chapter completed!