That is the only powerhouse in the entire Moon State who is over level sixty. He is one of the ten Punishment Knights of the Saint Church in the eight countries.
Apart from the strongest Angel City and the holy knight Caesar, these ten individuals are the top power of the Saint Church's eight countries.
With this powerhouse present, even if the demonic forces launch a full-scale attack, the Glorious City would not be in such a passive situation.
Unfortunately, not only Wil Kevin, but even the basic eight guardian knights of the Glorious City have been transferred.
Martha spent a year planning all of this, ultimately resulting in only four guardian knights left in the Glorious City who must stay behind.
This is the minimum allowed number of guardians in the Glorious City's rules.
I wonder who is leading the troops this time.
Knowing oneself and the enemy is the key to success in battles.
Unfortunately, she only remembers those inappropriate scenes and doesn't have a detailed understanding of the plot.
"No matter what, we cannot afford to lose this war!"
If they lose, it means she will become a plaything for the demonic forces.
Just thinking about it is chilling!
Time flies by quickly when thinking, and an hour has passed.
The knights, well-rested, stood up from the ground and ended their short break.
The sound of horseshoes grew closer, and Hilda's stern voice reached their ears.
"Knights! This time, we must fight to the death for the Glorious City and for the High Priestess. I don't want to see anyone deserting during the battle. If I catch anyone, I will personally cut off their head and hang it high on the city wall for everyone to spit on!"
"For the High Priestess!"
"For the Glorious City!"
The knights' response was stirring!
"Mount up!"
The sound of armor collision resounded in unison.
Outside the carriage, Hilda's voice could be heard.
"Your Highness, the knights are ready. We're just waiting for the signal from the west city wall."
"Yes, I know."
Lauri calmly responded, with a confident and loving smile on her face.
But deep down, she was quite nervous. After all, this battle was crucial for the future destiny.
Nerves were useless when the time came.
Lauri took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and quietly waited for the signal from the west city gate.
When that signal sounded, it would be the end of this great battle.
Meanwhile, just a dozen miles away from Lauri's location, was the Glorious City.
Below the city walls, joyful and heroic singing could be heard, and the scent of wheat drifted in on the wind.
On top of the walls, soldiers held wooden beer cups, drinking cheap wheat beer. Joy was written on every person's face.
The retreat of the demonic forces finally let these soldiers, who hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time, breathe a sigh of relief.
"Cheers!"
Mark, completely drunk, raised his wooden beer cup, the orange liquid swaying inside.
"Hahaha! Mark, are you already drunk? Just a few cups, and you're staggering around like a lizard that's had oil. Can't even stand properly?"
The person mocking Mark was his captain.
Mark, who was called out, turned around to look at the person laughing at him, their team leader.
Usually, Mark was considered a timid person in the team, but today, after drinking, he felt a hazy sense of being carefree, releasing the suppressed nature of his character.
"Hahaha, I'm not drunk! Look, I can see the scenery in the distance very clearly," Mark said, tilting his head to focus on the distant stars.
"Look, that's the North Star, and over there, that mountain is the Glorious Holy Mountain... and those large figures, I can tell they are the demonic forces at a glance! Captain, come and see!"
Mark pulled his team leader over, drunkenly pointing at the distant shadows and shouting:
"Look! Their height, their physique, other than the demonic forces, there's no other race that can have such a huge body."Mark looked at the captain's face, which was filled with shock and fear, and burst into laughter.
"See? Captain, I didn't see it wrong, did I?"
Mark's legs gave way, and the drunken drowsiness washed over him. He slid down the wall and fell to the ground, his eyelids involuntarily drooping as he fell into a confused sleep.
The other soldiers laughed heartily at his ridiculous state.
Among them, the only one not laughing, even wearing a look of fear and panic, was the captain. He was staring at the dense black shadows in the distance, and unbeknownst to him, his forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat!
"Captain? What's wrong with you? Are you scared by Mark's words? But isn't the Demon race already retreating?"
A team member placed his hand on the captain's shoulder, holding a wooden cup of wine, and spoke disdainfully.
But the captain didn't respond. This team member turned his head curiously to look at his captain.
When the team member noticed that the captain's expression was not right and that his gaze was fixed on the distance, he subconsciously followed the captain's line of sight.
The crescent moon timidly hid behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing half of its face, peeking at the earth.
Standing on the city wall, one could see the undulating hills that stretched endlessly like waves.
And on a hill closest to the western city wall, countless black shadows could faintly be seen descending from the slope, densely packed like a group of ants!
Their hair stood on end involuntarily.
A cool breeze brushed against the city wall, bringing a slight chill to their bodies.
In the wind, besides the sound of singing and the fragrance of wine, there was an odd smell.
It was the scent that only the Demon race had!
The captain and the team member turned their heads stiffly, looking at each other with terrified expressions.
Fear hung on both of their faces.
"Captain? What's wrong?"
A team member with a good alcohol tolerance looked at the two of them in surprise.
"Hey captain, are you guys..."
Upon hearing this, the others burst into laughter.
But at this moment, the captain suddenly turned around and shouted angrily at all the laughing soldiers:
"Quick! Call the sanctifier to use the Light magic, immediately notify the magic team to construct a magic barrier, ring the alarm! Yes, ring the alarm immediately! The Demon army is attacking!!"
The soldiers who heard his words stood still, and one soldier, looking at the captain's nervous expression, felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to turn around and ring the alarm bell...
A silver light cut through the darkness.
"Swoosh!"
Everyone stared in astonishment at the spot where the silver light came from, and a figure walked out from the shadows.
"I'm sorry, everyone, I can't let you ring the alarm bell."
Only when this figure spoke did the captain recognize who it was.
"S-seryus... sir?"
Wasn't this... Sir Seryus, one of the brave knights of the western city garrison?
Why would he attack his own people?
The captain's mind was in a mess, unable to make sense of the situation.
He looked at the slender sword in Seryus's hand in a daze, and the blade still bore traces of his comrades' blood, dropping one by one onto the ground.
A flash of insight crossed his mind.
During the day, this captain had witnessed the process of Sister Martha's transformation with his own eyes.
In an instant, he understood.
"Seryus, you have joined the Demon race? Everyone... run! Immediately inform the Temple, Seryus the knight has betrayed the Saint Church..."
Before he could finish his words, he abruptly fell silent.
"You know too much."
With a few silver flashes, the soldiers standing on the city wall clutched their necks, staring in disbelief at the knight before them.
No one could have imagined... that he, a revered knight of the Temple, would actually betray them!
The bodies fell to the ground.
Seryus sneered, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and his figure disappeared into the darkness once again.
Such situations were happening repeatedly on the city wall of the western city.A team of guards fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
Because of this, despite the significant movement from the demonic army, there was no reaction on the west city wall.
So when the demonic army reached the foot of the glorious city's west wall, neither the magic barrier nor the holy light barrier that should have been deployed were activated.
There was no one on the city wall...
No, there was one person!
