Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 864 253: Executing God's Will, The Conflict Between the Church of Love and the God of Transformation (10K)_5

They were on the verge of capturing this strategically crucial stronghold for the Holy Briania, yet due to the sudden appearance of a legendary figure, they were pinned down here, able only to waver in confrontation.

He could feel it, that woman was not joking.

If he dared to cross that Abyss and fight alone, she would indeed mercilessly shoot him down right here.

He took a deep breath, feeling he might let down Pope Mephiel's instructions.

The chosen of the Winged People snorted, eventually turning to look at the heavily wounded supplicant legion.

If she hadn't sensed something wrong earlier, expending a divine favor to withstand that explosion and the released filth power, it might really have allowed those damned Silver Guard Army to succeed.

Even so, their overall condition is very poor now, with a considerable number of supplicants' bodies almost like wax, near melting, barely maintaining a human shape only through their formatted minds and the power of the supplicant legion.

In fact, many supplicants are already on the brink of being scrapped at any moment.

Thinking it over, realizing there was no advantage to be gained at the front line, he simply chose to retreat.

Due to the sudden burst of the Dawn Star, the Crusaders heading directly in this direction were forcefully cut off by the pollution source released by the Dawn Star.

Even though they were enemies, he had to admit those Silver Guard Army were indeed commendable.

Without hesitation, they charged into the most crucial crowd and detonated, causing the hastily activated supplicant legion of the Mobile Church to fail to withstand the first wave of impact.

If the supplicant legion were intact, even if directly fighting Olivia seemed unlikely to win, he would not feel any fear.

He had the resolve to face death.

However, now, the odds of winning are zero.

He couldn't directly lead this group of weary soldiers forward; it wasn't marching to death, it was delivering.

He had to consider the overall strategy for Holy Briania, these supplicants were very valuable currency, needing to be utilized to yield the results their expensive price should bring.

Finally, he turned his gaze into the distance.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

These supplicants were nearing expiration; in that case, let them use their remaining value to carve a path through the polluted area by sacrificing their lives.

Quickly, he turned around and led the supplicant legion back the way they came.

The pollution from the Dawn Star explosion was strong, but it couldn't overpower a prepared supplicant legion ready with the Mobile Church, especially when regarded by the chosen of the Winged People as expendable currency...

Thus, as the night grew darker, the supplicants formed two lines, kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads repeatedly, kowtowing on the ground.

The glowing Mobile Church forcefully carved out a path unaffected by pollution on the ravaging polluted ground.

The chosen of the Winged People led the War Priest Bishop and Marquis Gransham through the corridor supported by the Mobile Church.

Neither the Winged Person nor the Bishop showed any emotion, allowing the supplicants to continue bowing on the ground repeatedly.

A hint of complexity flickered deep in Marquis Gransham's eyes; silently, he concealed that wisp of emotion, replacing it with a sycophantic smile on his face.

"We've arrived."

At the end of the passage, Marquis Gransham heard the voice of the chosen of the Winged People. He coldly looked at the War Priest Bishop and said in a commanding tone:

"Justice requires sacrifice, Human, let those War Priests and warriors step forward, we need more supplicants."

The War Priest Bishop reacted immediately, refusing without hesitation: "No, let those ordinary Crusader warriors be transformed first!

War Priests... raising War Priests is quite troublesome, how can they be wasted so easily!"

He naturally had his own calculations.

After all, this group of War Priests mainly consisted of his people; if his men suffered heavy casualties, then even if he could ascend to Archbishop after fulfilling God's will, without efficient subordinates to command, what would be the point of sitting in that Archbishop seat?

However, when he saw the icy gaze of the chosen of the Winged People, he relented.

He had a feeling, if he dared to refuse, the sword meant to cleave the enemy would directly cleave him instead.

Not... not because of fear!

Yes! It was merely to be able to continue executing God's will!

Soon, accompanied by painful wails, the eyes of the War Priests and Crusader warriors lost their luster.

A new supplicant legion was born at that moment.

Simultaneously, the original Crusaders were completely depleted.

"This is war!"

The War Priest Bishop murmured, a hint of fear in his gaze, looking at the chosen of the Winged People who was wiping the blade, and whispered:

"Do you think we'll win this war?"

The chosen of the Winged People remained silent for a long time.