Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"My faith in the God of Storms will last until death. If I bring shame to the church like someone did, I will definitely commit suicide to apologize, not bark here."

"Damn bastard, I want to fight you in a duel."

"In a duel, you?" Bishop Labelle of the Storm Church said with sarcasm and disdain, "I'll give you two hands, and you can't get close to me."

The whole venue began to become noisy, and everyone began to vent their emotions regardless of their own status.

"Purge."

Under the suppression of Archbishop Inald of the Storm Church, everyone sat down obediently.

"This meeting is held to discuss how to resist the army of alien gods and even counterattack, not to gather you together to quarrel."

"This matter ends here. Whoever dares to fight openly because of this matter, don't blame me for being cruel."

As soon as these words came out, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the archbishop sitting above.

"How many people belong to the Guardian Army of the Cyprus Region?" Inald looked at a low-level bishop of the Holy Seal sitting in the front row and asked.

"Reporting to the Archbishop, after expansion and reorganization, the Cyprus Legion has five armies and 180,000 troops, four holy seal clerics, 18 nine seal clerics, 23 eight seal clerics, and 33 seven seal clerics."

"Sit down."

"Yes, Archbishop."

"How much combat power does the Guardian Army in the Recard Region have?"

"Reporting to the Archbishop, the Recard Legion has thirteen armies and 350,000 troops, eight holy seal clerics, 27 nine seal clerics, 53 eight seal clerics, and 88 seven seal clerics, and the strength is intact."

Looking at the low-level storm priest of the holy seal who stood up, Archbishop Inald sighed inwardly.

Although the strength of the Recard Legion is intact, it does not have much morale.

The enemy army is approaching the Midal Region, and in a critical moment, it can only make do with it.

If it were peacetime, he would definitely split the Recard Legion and reorganize it.

As for the Crusaders in the Midal region, there are nine armies with 230,000 soldiers. The high-level combat power is intact, but the quality of the lower-level troops is not good. Because too many troops have been withdrawn, the proportion of professionals in many troops has dropped below 10%.

In terms of numbers, the number of Crusaders assembled in the Midal region is three times that of the alien god army, not counting the two legions of the expeditionary army of the Grand Duchy of Brela.

The total force is nearly one million, but the quality of the soldiers is far inferior to that of the other side.

The most important thing is that there is no bishop in the church who is good at commanding the army, which leads to more defeats than victories for the Crusaders.

But if the clergy do not command the army, then there must be a lot of rebels.

Since the God of Storms lost contact, all areas controlled by the Storm Church have been in turmoil. If he and the other four archbishops had not put aside their past grudges and fought against foreign enemies together, it would probably take two months for the Storm Church to disappear in the Teton Kingdom.

"Yesterday, I received the will of my God."

Everyone raised their heads in unison and looked at Inald with doubt and joy in their eyes.

"Soon, my God will return to his loyal Storm Church, and then it will be time to settle accounts with the sinners of the Teton Kingdom."

After receiving the confirmation of the Archbishop again, more than a thousand Storm Church leaders present gathered their confidence and chanted the "Storm Scripture" loudly.

Seeing that everyone regained their confidence, Inald was bitter and silently said in his heart: "My God, please forgive the transgression of your humble servant."

The fact that they can still use the power of the storm means that the Storm God has not completely fallen.

If he is at the end of his rope, he still has a last resort, but he needs to dedicate his strength, body, soul and everything.

Whether the things recorded in the ancient books are correct, he can't verify it now, so he can only choose to gamble.

The conference was disbanded, and the news that the Storm God was about to return spread all around, stabilizing the crusaders who were about to collapse.

Outside the city of Cabras, the headquarters of the expeditionary force of the Grand Duchy of Brela, the Fifth Legion.

A woman in blue sat behind a desk, listening to the report of her subordinates with a serious expression.

"Did Archbishop Inald of the Church of Storms really say this?" She frowned, her tone a little doubtful.

The middle-aged general stood respectfully in front of the blue-haired woman, nodded and replied: "Captain of the Legion, Archbishop Inald did say that the God of Storms is about to return."

"This archbishop has always been highly respected. He once spent a huge price to protect his friend's family for two hundred years for a promise."

"With his prestige and reputation, he should not lie easily."

"That's not necessarily true." The blue-haired woman shook her head slightly, lifted her hair in front of her forehead, and said in a deep voice, "At this critical moment, anything that can save the situation may be tried by people as long as there is enough determination and courage. Even if doing so means bearing the stigma of defrauding all living beings, it is not unacceptable for those who have firm beliefs."

The middle-aged general hesitated when he heard this, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak.

The blue-haired woman glanced at him and then said, "If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm not here."

"Yes, Commander." The middle-aged general replied, then turned and left.

"Okay, go down."

"Yes."

Looking down at the map on the table, from her point of view, the deployment of the Crusaders in the western part of Miral District is full of loopholes. As long as one elite force cooperates with several ordinary troops, it will definitely be able to defeat the 300,000 Crusaders stationed in this area within half a month.

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In a town at the junction of Recard District and Miral District, Kyle gathered the commanders of the Alan Army, Black Rock Army and Lower Army.

"The enemy's deployment is scattered, the troops in different regions are unevenly stationed, and their strengths are uneven. Defeating them one by one is the preferred way of fighting."

"I will lead 80,000 Alan and Black Rock troops to enter the Mirar region from the southern Storm Pass, and Lord Hebrew will lead 100,000 troops to cut into the Mirar region from the northern node."

"As for the central direction, when the Storm Church's religious army is in chaos, the rest of the 15th Army will attack the Mirar region from the front."

"Within half a month, the three troops will be able to reach the capital of the Mirar region, Kabras City."

Everyone looked at the marks of each city on the map and wrote down the attack targets of their respective troops.

"Lord Hebrew, the north depends on you."

"Don't worry, as long as Master Barrett blocks those Saint Seal strongmen, I only need to make a slight move for the remaining pagans, and they will either kneel down and beg for surrender or go to see the gods they believe in."

Looking at Hebrew's show-off look, Kyle did not smile kindly.

Although he was stronger than the other party now, he had never forgotten the kindness of the other party, and he still had to show due respect.

After the meeting was dissolved, Hebrew returned to the northern region with the generals of the lower army.

On July 1, 9758 of the Glorious Calendar, Kyle and Hebrew attacked the Mirar region from the north and south.

In the central region, Weilin led the 130,000 troops of the upper and middle armies, waiting for the Mirar region's religious army to completely fall into chaos.

Half a month later, Weilin received intelligence from the shadow assassin and immediately ordered all troops to attack.

In less than a month, the western part of the Mirar region was completely out of control.