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Chapter 766: Battle Situation in the Eastern Continent

Midline battlefield, Victor Plains.

In the past, this was a grassland full of gentle breeze and warm sunshine. Several rivers rich in water resources flowed down from the eastern mountains, leaving silver-white traces on the flat land and nourishing lush grass.

However, this once vibrant grassland is now shrouded in murky gunpowder smoke. Ink-like black mist and miasma spew out from the gaping maws of the demon-released miasma demons, polluting the once azure sky into an ominous gray.

Fanatical warriors of the Light Church, radiant faith knights under the leadership and command of deacons, tread through the muddy ground tainted with black and red, charging towards the demon army.

With fanaticism on their faces and unwavering faith in their eyes, they recite sacred and pure prayers, singing exhilarating war songs.

“Goddess of Light, protect my body, shield my soul, grant me divine power, make me invincible!”

“Goddess of Light, protect my body, shield my soul, grant me divine power, make me invincible!”

At that moment, they felt as if they were being watched by the Goddess of Light in the heavens, urging them to advance, to kill the enemy. Their hearts swelled with excitement as they stepped forward with firm strides, crashing into the midst of the demons.

Golden energy spewed from the holy spears, piercing through the bodies of demons, and armored holy horses created a path of flesh and blood.

The holy spears were broken, and the knights immediately drew their swords without hesitation, swinging them to unleash a flurry of sword energy, tearing apart the bodies of several single-horned demons surrounding them.

However, when a demon fell, another one rushed in, their faces filled with the same madness and bloodlust as the knights of the church, recklessly swinging their weapons.

Screaming and howling, the demons seemed invigorated, their eyes quickly turning red as if pumped with adrenaline. They appeared to derive pleasure from the blood streaming from their wounds, showing no signs of pain.

This was the power bestowed by the Dark God!

“God of Darkness, grant me great power, blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering to the skull throne!”

Soon, under the relentless siege of the constantly replenishing demon forces, several squads of fervent warriors and radiant faith knights who had penetrated deep into the enemy ranks were completely wiped out.

Armor engraved with church runes shattered into pieces, the flag of the church snapped, trampled into the muddy ground by demons, staining the land with glaring crimson.

In the sky, holy knights of the church clashed with winged demons, blood staining the sky.

The piercing demon war song jolted Roderick’s mind, snapping him out of the frenzy and bloodshed. Leaning on his sword for support, he panted heavily like a broken bellows.

Damn it, there were just too many demons!

When he received the bishop’s orders to rush to the Victor Plains battlefield, he had imagined what demons would look like, but he never imagined them to be ten times crazier than the most fanatical heretics he had ever seen.

His Radiant Knights, not the most powerful among the various sects of knights, but still among the middle ranks, usually only need a single charge of a thousand-man squad to easily disperse the ranks of heretics and then effortlessly slaughter them, outnumbering them several times over.

But just two days ago, tens of thousands of Radiant Knights were dragged to their deaths by what seemed like an endless horde of demons, almost completely wiped out. Only two squads of a thousand men each, including him, managed to retreat in a sorry state.

However, only half a day later, he and the remaining comrades of the Radiant Knights were thrown back into the battlefield.

Roderick looked around at his comrades, feeling a surge of sorrow. Out of the more than two thousand Radiant Knights, only a few dozen were still standing. The rest died miserably. All that remains on the ground are shattered armor and pieces of bodies that were unrecognizable.

In just two weeks, how many comrades had they lost? Could they really defeat the demons?

Although the bishop had always told them that the Goddess of Light was watching over them, he couldn’t feel the divine radiance. It was cold. They were slipping into an abyss with no bottom!

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The short blast of the horn signalled the retreat.

Roderick couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of joy in having survived the ordeal. Although he didn’t know how long it would be before they were sent back to the battlefield again, at least they could live a little longer now.

“Oh, God, forgive my impertinence.”

He silently prayed in his heart, gripping his sword with several gashes already, and followed the retreating troops.

On a high ground of the Church’s position, watching the last batch of troops that had been sent in return with barely any survivors, several bishops couldn’t help but show a hint of gravity in their eyes.

“The demon’s assault is even more fierce than we anticipated, but fortunately, the demons have chosen to retreat,” said a bishop in a white robe with long, elegant white beard, slightly relieved at the tide of retreating demons.

He continued with a hint of discontent, “If it weren’t for the rebellion of the Lower Three Sects, the Church wouldn’t have lost a considerable portion of its strength, and we wouldn’t be in such a passive situation.”

“It’s unavoidable. It’s better to discover their betrayal earlier. Otherwise, if they were to cause trouble at a critical moment, the consequences would be even more severe,” another bishop, nearly the same age as him, spoke up. His equally white robe bore the emblem of a golden flower on the left chest, representing one of the Upper Three Sects, the Golden Flower Sect.