The puppet known as the "Redeemer" is a battle weapon crafted by the skilled artisans of the Pope's country according to blueprints bestowed by the gods.

Each "Redeemer" boasts a combat prowess equivalent to a regular crusader, and these weapons can be mass-produced on a large scale.

The only drawback is:

They are not living beings and cannot be deployed at all times and in all situations.

They are powered by sunlight, so they are rendered useless on overcast or rainy days.

Even on a bright day like today, they can only function during specific time frames.

Between eleven in the morning and three in the afternoon, they can be fully active, but once the time is up, they immediately cease functioning and transform back into inert wooden blocks.

Purple robes just asked a subordinate for the time to confirm whether it was time to unleash this batch of secret weapons.

Thousands of puppets flew into the sky, transforming into dense shadows and descending near the city walls.

They did not wait for the enemy to attack or give them a chance to react, swiftly closing in and vibrating on the way.

After rapidly approaching their targets, these finely crafted wooden figures came to a halt, their bodies spinning like spinning tops; their round heads spun in the opposite direction of their bodies.

The high-speed rotation only took a couple of seconds to complete, releasing flashes of red light from within the puppet's body.

Boom!

The first "Redeemer" exploded.

Almost simultaneously, the other "Redeemers" also detonated one after another, a series of thunderous explosions reverberating.

Self-detonation!

Against ordinary defenders, Purple robes could easily have the "Redeemers" launch a direct assault with their formidable strength.

However, the steadfastness of Dibiles' defenders exceeded the expectations of Purple robes and the other inhabitants of the Pope's country.

For this reason, Purple robes deliberately ordered some puppets to self-destruct;

His goal was to use the destructive power of the explosions to ensure that those puppets and enemies of the Pope's country perish together.

The effectiveness of this tactic was evident!

Dibiles' soldiers could not handle the "suicidal attacks";

Whether they intended to attack or retreat, they would be affected by the explosions in an instant, turning into rubble alongside the monsters before them.

Even a simple one-for-one exchange, eighty thousand "Redeemers" would be enough to eliminate the now fewer than fifty thousand defenders;

Not to mention:

After a "Redeemer" detonated, it would often take three to five soldiers down with it;

As a result, after thousands of explosions reverberated from the city walls, the casualties on the defense side increased by thousands in one fell swoop.

Such losses were something the previous army of the Pope's country could not achieve in half an hour;

Now, due to the participation of those humanoid monsters, what seemed impossible became a reality within a short period of time.

After the explosions, the ice that trapped the Crusaders was destroyed, and the surviving Crusaders occupied the vast majority of the trapped.

Excluding the fallen soldiers, these formidable warriors, upon regaining their freedom, returned to the battlefield immediately, ready to engage in a fierce battle.

The grand magic that took several hours to prepare was disrupted, all was not as it seemed.

Now, with the double onslaught of the Crusaders and the "Redeemers," the defense line crumbled at a terrifying speed;

In just over twenty minutes, the number of soldiers still able to fight was less than thirty thousand, each one carrying wounds.

Furthermore, the explosions extended to the defensive area, causing the defensive structures to collapse;

At this moment, the ordinary soldiers of the Pope's country could enter the city without needing ladders, simply passing through the breaches in the city walls that extended across.

While the nearby explosions frightened the miscellaneous troops;

the thought of their future gains truly excited them, replacing their initial worries with a sense of eagerness.

This is Dibiles!

Not only the wealthiest country among the Three Empires, but also a place where only women reside, without a single male.

In the eyes of many impoverished male soldiers, this place is nothing short of paradise!

The upper echelon had already given permission for them to indulge in their desires upon entering the city, allowing them to do as they pleased.

The military discipline of the Pope's country has always been very poor.

Although the direct territories of the empire were generally well governed by the bishops.

This does not mean that the empire's army, when conquering enemy cities, refrains from committing atrocities.

Quite the opposite:

For those enemies that must be eradicated, the empire's commanders, upon capturing a city, allowed their subordinates to plunder.

This was quite normal, as the heartless Crusaders had no material needs;

But many believers followed the commands to fight precisely for the benefits they could gain after a successful conquest, right?

Among the five bishops of the four major dioceses,

The green-robed one managed to restrain his soldiers well, prohibiting them from causing chaos after capturing cities, but such individuals were a endangered species within the empire, making it impossible to expect them to appear in large numbers.

There was no need to worry about the white-robed and blue-robed bishops;

After all, these two had no territories of their own within the country, nor had they been entrusted with leading troops;

They had never fought in battles, so there were no issues with their military discipline.

As for the red-robed and purple-robed bishops, the discipline of the armies they led was always at the bottom.

The previous red-robed bishop was a scumbag; many were aware of this;

However, the indulgences he allowed his subordinates were limited to looting and abducting people, forbidding them from randomly killing.

Compared to the scum soldiers, those allowed by Purple robes were essentially no different from demons.

To this day, every city taken by Purple robes' forces would turn into ruins within days;

His subordinates would plunder wealth, set buildings ablaze, and ultimately engage in a massacre!

Killing all the inhabitants of the city was not the soldiers' interest but an order from their commander;

By doing so, they aimed to uproot any potential for revenge against the Pope's country in the future.

Before the expedition, the current Pope had made a request to Purple robes:

Not a single soul should be left in the capital, whether tens of thousands or millions, all must be exterminated!

Eradicate the royal family, massacre the army, and then eliminate the population, these were the tasks that the Pope's country had to accomplish after conquering Dibiles.

Le Song, the representative of the divine realm, was not someone who would spend time soothing the occupied population;

Although lazy, unlike the conscientious Nightcloud who never neglected post-war reconstruction.

His enemies would all end up dead;

That was the most genuine thought in his heart.

After the critical flaw in the defenders' defense was exposed, the bishops led their subordinates as the first wave of invaders into the city.

Standing in defiance against these intruders were the grand knights who had recently served as commanders.

"This empire is finished. You don't look too bad; there's no need for you to perish with a dying power;

If you drop your weapon and become my concubine, I will try to persuade the Archbishop to spare at least you."

The bishop examined the face of the grand knight, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"I dislike men, especially men like you."

The grand knight outright rejected the bishop, raising her silver spear ready to face the enemy.

Her actions were seen by her opponent, who expressed a sense of regret:

"Such a pity... Release the arrows!"

As the bishop's words fell, the archers who were ready behind him immediately raised their bows, unleashing a volley of arrows towards the target.

After a rain of arrows whistled through the air, the grand knight's hands, legs, body were pierced with sharp arrows.

Not a thousand arrows, but at least a hundred arrows riddled her body!

Suffering multiple fatal wounds, the grand knight spat blood and sank to the ground, kneeling on one knee, keeping the stance of wielding her sword.

"Why bother? You had a chance not to die..."

The bishop shook his nearly bald head, filled with regret.

Soon after, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the eyes of the miscellaneous troops widened like goldfish;

Each stunned in place, witnessing the female figure in front of them who should have died, struggling to rise to her feet, subsequently pointing the silver spear in their direction.

In the silence, the grand knight thrust the spear forward, charging towards the bishop at a speed that those before her could not discern.

The spear tip swiftly closed in, appearing in front of the bishop; in that moment of shock, it thrust fiercely towards him from the front.

With a "chi" sound, the sharp tip pierced through the bishop's front to his back, carrying a touch of blood while claiming his life.

In an instant, the grand knight reached the bishop's back, using her right hand to flick the silver spear and withdraw the sharp tip.

In a short while, the bishop's eyes widened as he fell forward, meeting the bloody ground with a dull thud.

One moment, the miscellaneous troops realized their leader was dead;

the next, the blood-red tip of the spear moved around them, not making intentional attacks but carrying out a collective harvest.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Blood fell from the tip of the spear like rain.

Within moments, the first group of Pope's soldiers to enter the city, including their commanding bishop, all perished.

After exhausting her final strength, the grand knight speared the ground, lifted her head toward the sky, and let out a final shout of "Dibiles—forever!"

The radiant sunlight that brought destruction was partially shrouded in shadows by the roar of a single individual on the ground.

Following that, hundreds of "Redeemers" surrounded the site and erupted in explosions, sealing off the area around the target.

The silver spear that had streaked across the sky shattered upon hitting the ground.

The young woman known as the "Great Knight," a duke, the chief martial officer within the city, the object of admiration for the soldiers, and a trusted figure of the queen, perished in the day's battle.

"The useless sacrifice of fools changes nothing."

Mocking Crusaders, moving in ordered steps, flooded into the city in large numbers.

They were the second wave to enter the city, but the first wave to penetrate deep into the fortress.

"You are doomed!"

Walking along the path that the green-robed figure had taken, Purple robe gradually moved away from the camp.

Before departing, he cast one last look at the distant city and made such a prediction about the fate of its inhabitants.