"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ...
The magic crystal cannons were firing like there was no cost. Below the city walls of Code Prefecture, it was like fireworks, with brilliant light dazzling in the night sky.
In the distance, at the command post, the faces of Vesport and Gilmore were also illuminated into blurs.
"Trump card?"
Vesport looked at Gilmore and said with a low chuckle, "Archbishop Gilmore of the Red Robe, I think for these exhausted soldiers of Code Prefecture, your Church of Light's Sacred Legion can definitely win easily if they take the field. There's no need for me to deploy mine, is there?"
The Church of Light's trump card—the Sacred Legion!
The Sacred Legion.
The strongest legion that the Church of Light had spent immense manpower and resources to painstakingly build and nurture in this region of the chaotic lands.
The Sacred Legion totaled thirty thousand soldiers.
Among them, five thousand had the strength of at least seventh-level warriors. The remaining twenty-five thousand were no weaker than fifth-level warriors. In other legions, a fifth-level warrior might be considered an elite, but in this legion, they were the weakest.
One must know, a seventh-level warrior could leap onto city walls over thirty meters high with just their jumping power.
Once such an ace legion joined the battle, it would absolutely be one-sided. But because cultivating such a legion was too difficult, the cost was more terrifying than training an army of millions.
"If Lin Lei and those Saint-level powerhouses violate the agreement and strike directly... wiping out my ace 'Sacred Legion,' that would be a real injustice," Gilmore thought secretly. Vesport and he were actually thinking the same thing; they both worried about Saint-level powerhouses breaking the agreement and intervening.
Like those Saint-level dragons, or Lin Lei and other ultimate warriors.
If ordinary soldiers were killed by the hundreds of thousands, given the population base of the Church of Light and Church of Darkness, they could easily recruit hundreds of thousands more and train them for a year or two to be competent. But this Sacred Legion... each generation required years of accumulation. One loss, and reforming it wasn't something money alone could fix.
"Vesport, are you joking?" Gilmore's face darkened.
Vesport immediately smiled: "Gilmore, don't be angry. Our Church of Darkness's 'Dark Legion' will also deploy at the same time."
The Dark Legion... it was established precisely by the Church of Darkness to counter the 'Sacred Legion'. Their strength was nearly identical.
Two terrifying legions.
Although each had thirty thousand, totaling only sixty thousand, in both sides' eyes, the value of their ace legions was in no way inferior to an army of a million.
On the city wall, Lin Lei and Bache seemed like people detached from the war.
The defending soldiers here had long since been sent away.
"There's no one there." Enemy soldiers clearly saw that in one spot, only two people stood.
"Quick, charge up!"
During the frenzy of war, these soldiers were also hot-headed. Seeing a gap or opening, they immediately rushed towards it. As they scrambled up the ladders, still brandishing their weapons and howling as they charged at Lin Lei and Bache—
*Whoosh—*
Instantly, a dense storm of wind blades spread out. The three leading soldiers were instantly reduced to mincemeat. Even the upper section of the ladder was shredded into fragments by the wind blades. This scene... had occurred many times during the battle. No one could approach the two of them.
"Truly damn frustrating," Bache cursed under his breath.
Bache looked at Lin Lei, who seemed completely unfazed. Bache couldn't help but ask, "Lord Lin Lei, you can just stand by and watch?"
"What is there that I can't watch?" Lin Lei looked down below.
"Oh?" Bache looked at Lin Lei in confusion.
Lin Lei smiled faintly: "I understand the Martial God's thoughts better now. Let the secular world develop normally. War inevitably claims lives. If we hadn't established the Baruch Kingdom, probably even more would die in prolonged conflict."
Lin Lei looked down: "The secular world has its own rules, while we... have our rules!"
"I will honor that agreement. Even if they reach the magic crystal mine and seize it, I will not intervene," Lin Lei said calmly.
Bache asked urgently, "Then, what about the pocket dimension chamber we discovered?"
"What's there to fear?"
Lin Lei smiled faintly: "That chamber room cannot be entered without Saint-level strength. And would Saint-level powerhouses dare come onto my territory?" Now, Lin Lei viewed this war with a detached perspective. Regardless of victory or defeat...
That pocket dimension chamber was immovable.
"My Lord speaks correctly," Bache understood somewhat.
Upon reaching the Saint Realm, they gained eternal lives and became detached from ordinary humanity. Secular battles actually no longer belonged to them. Although they understood this in their hearts, whether it was Bache or Lin Lei, there was still a faint hope—
A hope that their side would win.
"Not good." Bache's face suddenly changed.
Below the city, a large number of elite warriors were rushing towards the walls at great speed. Tightly packed, there were definitely tens of thousands of them. These numerous elite warriors moved with terrifying speed; a flash of their bodies covered twenty or thirty meters. Probably in less than a minute, they would reach the base of the walls from the distance.
"Fire!"
Combined with the magic crystal cannons shifted from the eastern gate, over twenty cannons almost roared simultaneously, blasting brilliant spheres of light downward.
*Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* ...
Many elite warriors immediately dodged to the side. The magic crystal cannons fired too fast; even with these elite warriors' terrifying strength, they could at most avoid the core impact area. Still, unlucky warriors—one or two—were killed directly, while others in the blast radius suffered at most some injuries.
Only one volley!
There was only time for one volley of magic crystal cannon fire before these elite warriors reached the base of the walls.
"So many of them, tens of thousands. Where did such powerful warriors come from? Many actually have the level of seventh-rank," Bache felt a trace of horror as well.