Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1445 1417. March

"Okay, this is the time!"

The preacher of the eternal fire is holding the church classic high, and the rising flame pattern on the hard cover is reflecting blue light.

That's the magic-blocking gold inlaid on the book cover.

It was four o'clock in the morning, the most tiring and neglectful time in human life.

On the hill where Gaoqiu Fort is located, a fully armed human legion is gathering from several directions.

Velen is a worthless no-man's land, except for the fortresses and troops stationed here for military reasons when Temeria's borders were not yet stable.

It has been here for hundreds of years, and it is no longer worth the expense of military levels to carry out activities.

As long as the army exists for one day, it is a huge consumption, and when it is active, the consumption doubles.

To clean up the entire land of Velen requires a large-scale army.

However, the income after cutting up the land is completely unequal to the expenditure on mobilizing the army.

Because of this, the province of Velen has not had any major troubles in the history of Temeria.

But today, there are five hundred troops in total, and they have no insignia or flags to identify them.

They are just gathering here with murderous intent and evil intentions.

"The eternal fire will protect us!"

The missionary, wearing a fiery red hood and a beard, was preaching in a deliberately polite tone.

"Neither witchcraft nor evil magic can harm us! Just because we are carrying out a glorious and just cause: driving dirty mutants, monsters, and evil wizards out of human homes!"

The mountain roads did not allow many people to march side by side, so the soldiers could only line up in a long line and wait until they were near the battlefield before re-arranging.

The missionary stood on a stone on the side of this path, and there was an endless stream of soldiers below, and he eagerly repeated his inspiring sermon.

"No need to fear! No need to worry! Under the blessing of the eternal fire, we will be invincible!"

"We are the sharp blade that drives away evil! We are the strong wind that sweeps away filth!"

"The flame illuminates the path of light for us, drives away the darkness, and still guides us even after death! If you dare to block the flame, you are playing with fire and burning yourself! You are seeking death!"

“Eternal Fire, we pray to you!

Eternal Fire, we pour our faith into you!

Eternal Fire, there is no other **** in our hearts! "

The missionary kept leaning forward and making waving gestures, as if he was spreading the blessing of eternal fire to every warrior who passed by him.

The missionaries had a pious and enthusiastic look on their faces, which together with the long march of soldiers and the noisy sound of armor marching, created a fanatical atmosphere.

Everyone feels that they have been spiritually blessed and recognized by some indescribable higher power.

And they believe from the bottom of their hearts that that is the holy power of eternal fire!

The preacher wearing a fiery red hood not only had a warm expression, but also felt warm in his heart.

He looked at the warriors who passed by him, and from time to time would bow their heads and touch their foreheads devoutly to the Eternal Fire Scripture he held in his hand.

With such a powerful military force, inspired by the eternal fire, the Knights of the White Rose summoned their greatest strength.

Although in recent years, the Knights have recruited the most people, they are the sons of tailors and businessmen who have made money, rather than the traditional sons of nobles.

But these people are rich and have joined the Knights. After a few years of training, they can reach the level of professional soldiers. In addition, their family background can buy them all kinds of good equipment.

There are five hundred professional knights with good equipment. Even if this power is placed in the hands of any earl in peacetime, it can be said to be "all out".

It's no wonder that Siward, the Duke of Elland, is willing to go to great lengths to win over this knighthood.

The rapid expansion of the Knights relies on the support of the Eternal Flame's faith.

And the missionaries of the Eternal Fire are also trying to catch a ride on the Knights.

The Eternal Fire originated in Novigrad, and although it was also spread in Temeria, the atmosphere was still not enthusiastic enough, and the expansion and development of the parish was not rapid enough.

And if under his leadership, the most famous mutant gathering place and worshipers in the world are wiped out, then his reputation and his achievements in the church will be wiped out!

Dioceses in Temeria will expand! Maybe he can become the Eternal Fire Bishop of Temeria!

The preacher's voice when preaching the doctrine of eternal fire was already a little hoarse, but now it was louder, as if he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

He looked up at the top of the hill. Under the almost disappearing moonlight, there was only a little firelight flickering feebly at the small castle.

The destruction of that castle will symbolize the rise of the church's power!

The thick wood was covered with iron at many key locations, and was trimmed into parts, and then they began to be assembled "dong dong dong".

The siege engines are rising!

The smell of iron and fire can no longer be concealed!

The smell delighted the missionary. He has already planned to hold a burning ceremony in Willen after the event is completed!

Mutants, monsters or evil witches! The burning rack should be their destination! And the flames burning on the torture rack were also his own ladder upward!

"Praise be to the eternal fire!"

The missionary could not help but praise loudly, which attracted the agreement of the knights.

The iron parts of the huge iron-clad timbers on the siege equipment shimmered with blue reflections under the moonlight or firelight that filtered through the forest.

These are all magic-blocking gold!

"Father, we will march forward bravely until we take down this desecrated castle, and we will be the first to inform you."

The half-bald knight commander spoke to the missionary.

"I have no doubt about victory." The missionary looked at the team of knights and the siege equipment protected by magic gold and nodded. "I just hope that you can capture a few more alive. Then, in the sacred flames, , hold a grand and solemn trial.”

"Swords and killing are just a process. In the end, the belief in the eternal fire must be the most important thing. Do you understand, Your Excellency Knight?"

"Understood, Father." The knight commander also stood on the stone platform by the roadside, looking down at the knights rushing to the battlefield, and then turned sideways, letting half of his body block the missionary.

"But can you... er, I mean, can you spread a little more of the protection of the eternal fire?"

The missionary looked at the knight commander and raised his eyebrows knowingly.

On the covered half of the body, the missionary dug into his pocket and took out a blue metal ornament, which he also secretly stuffed into the knight commander's hand.

Although the inhibitory effect of magic resistance gold on chaos magic has been proven for decades or hundreds of years, after all, many of these knights have never had much contact with magic, monsters, and mutants.

They will still feel unsure.

But fortunately, Eternal Fire has strong financial resources, and the Knights have implemented speech control within the order. This small ideological wavering is harmless.

In order to advance his position within the church in the future, the missionary has spent a lot of money on his own treasury, and he doesn't care about spending a few more gold amulets to block evil spirits.

The team is getting closer and closer to Gaoqiu Fort. Once they reach the road on the mountain, the marching speed will be faster!

At the same time, the siege equipment will be assembled and pushed up the mountain!

The knights all held torches, and in this autumn night, the dim light from the torches reflected their faces.

Excited, nervous, impatient.

Although most people here have never seen a demon hunter or a warlock cast spells in their entire lives, they have only heard rumors.

But almost no one thought they would lose.

It's just a castle with a garrison of only sixty people and no equipment.

Not to mention that these sixty people are just 'mutant followers', so what if they are all mutants?

A body made of magic potions and chemicals can block the axes and spears stabbed by dozens of people at the same time? A rain of arrows shot at the same time?

Or can it block the catapult's stone bullets? A spear fired from a bed crossbow?

How can they fight?

Not to mention, most of them are probably asleep by now!

So the knights moved forward with their heads held high.

But above the castle on the top of the mountain.

Lincoln didn't light too many torches for lighting. In the dark night, the castle seemed even more silent and desolate, but no one slept in the castle tonight.

Because each of them already knew before Lan En left that the day of the attack was most likely today.

The Ember Knights are not afraid of war, but tonight, their feeling is a bit strange.

"Can the moon really be seen outside of Irushil?"

Wearing a weird, exaggerated version of a yellow chef's hat, [Yellow Finger] Hazel was looking up at the sky, and then looking down outside the city wall.

She doesn't just have a yellow hat, to be precise, she is now a translucent humanoid silhouette that glows yellow.

This is the state of the soul body summoned through the [White Marked Wax Stone].

The same is true for several other figures on the city wall who look out of place with the Ember Knights.

Translucent and shimmering soul bodies, but their colors are not uniform.

In the evening before nightfall yesterday, Lincoln had already copied the parchment left by Lan En out of caution with a [white marker wax stone].

The souls appeared one after another, but they seemed not surprised that the one who summoned them was a young man they had never seen before.

Thinking about it in Lincoln, it must be because his elders had greeted him there in advance.

However, the secretary still felt a little uncomfortable all over.

Judging from the appearance of these souls, Lincoln can only say, "There are a lot of fancy clothes."

This is not surprising. After all, it is difficult to recognize people after wearing heavy armor. In order to pursue their own recognition, the powerful and individual knights made their armor fancy. This happened even when Cintra was still there. It's quite common.

What made Lincoln feel wrong was the way these people looked after seeing them and the world.