As everyone exited the war room, they saw Clementine still locked in combat with the two Fourth Tier Angels.
"How interesting, hehe~"
A playful chuckle, full of leisure, echoed in the night.
Clementine's agile figure constantly weaved between the Tranquility Angel and the Surveillance Angel, a short awl in each hand, rapidly engaging in offense and defense.
Facing the unusually nimble Clementine, the two massive Fourth Tier Angels could only manage to suppress her.
Intense metallic clashes, like pouring rain, resounded in the square.
The elite units of the Holy Knight Order, the Holy Priest Order, and the Sunlight Scripture, stationed around and resting, now looked at Clementine with fear.
Powerful!
Crazy!
These were the first impressions everyone had upon seeing Clementine's strength and her twisted laughter at this moment.
"So strong!"
Orlando pursed his lips, his head, adorned with a horn-shaped helmet, slightly swaying, looking as if he yearned to join the fray.
Pabel adjusted the black round hat on his head, his hawk-like gaze sweeping across, and reminded, "Don't do anything foolish."
As he spoke, Pabel quickly scanned everyone present, taking in all their expressions while also observing the consistently calm Minori, a sudden jolt in his heart.
The two angels couldn't defeat their opponent; wasn't he surprised?
Could it be that this Leader Minori's strength was more than this?
At this moment, Clementine, who was being attacked by the two angels, also noticed the people coming out of the meeting room.
"The boring meeting is finally over."
Clementine lowered her legs, then leaped with force, flipping in mid-air to evade the angel's attack, her head dropping towards the ground, her fluffy golden hair falling, and the corner of her mouth lifting:
"Staying here, I'm practically dying of boredom!"
Splatter!
Just as Clementine was about to land, she propped herself up with one hand on the ground, turning and easily landing in a half-crouch:
"Little brother, I really have to thank you for summoning these two little toys to help me pass the time."
Little toys?
Upon hearing this description, the expressions of the elite units present couldn't help but stiffen.
Boom! Boom!
The Surveillance Angel and the Tranquility Angel flapped their wings, charging towards Clementine again.
With a 'snap', Minori raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers, and the two Fourth Tier Angels simultaneously stopped, suspended in mid-air.
The next moment, white light surged from the two angels, turning into a mass of light particles and dissipating.
"As long as Miss Clementine likes them," Minori said calmly, then added, "Also, I still hope Miss Clementine can use her excess energy on the enemies she is about to face."
"Oh, ha."
Clementine's smile became even brighter, her eyes half-closed as she stared at Minori.
Minori responded with a smile.
Two Level 28 Fourth Tier Angels couldn't take down the opponent; Clementine's strength was indeed in the first tier among human warriors.
Conversely, given Clementine's personality, not destroying the two angels also indirectly indicated that her attack strength was weaker compared to her speed.
Among the people present, besides himself, the only one who could truly contend with Clementine in terms of raw strength should be Remedios.
"Tsk."
A soft, not too loud, spitting sound came from Remedios's mouth, her arms, covered in silver-white gauntlets, crossed over her chest: "Are we going to continue wasting time—"
"Clementine!"
"Have you forgotten what the High Priest ordered?" Captain Nigun's face had already turned dark, suppressing his anger, his face grim.
If it weren't for Clementine's extremely special situation and status, he wouldn't have wanted her to participate in this mission at all.
There were two Quintias in the [Black Scripture]. Compared to the other one, this woman was a mentally unstable person with the power of the Heroic Realm. It was a pity that the other Quintia died.
This even caused the terrifying situation where the [Water Reflection Scripture], which investigated this matter, was almost completely wiped out!
This matter was a secret within a secret in the Theocracy, and even he only knew a little bit of the details.
Upon hearing the words "High Priest", Clementine withdrew her gaze, a bored expression on her fair face, and held the short awls in reverse, inserting them back into the scabbards on her back.
"Leader Minori, Captain Nigun, you two—"
Looking at this scene before him, Kelart's young eyes held a solemnity, but his expression remained gentle as he spoke.
The Slane Theocracy actually had such a powerful person?
He had never heard of her at all!
Kelart glanced at Remedios out of the corner of his eye and saw that his sister's expression was serious, already understanding a bit of Clementine's strength.
What was the Slane Theocracy's intention in sending out such a mysterious powerhouse?
No wonder Captain Nigun had been so calm when he saw Leader Minori and Clementine clash, not showing any worry at all.
And this Leader Minori.
The level of these two angels was definitely not that of ordinary Fourth Tier Angels!
"The situation is urgent!" Captain Nigun's face remained grim as he said coldly to Quillat, then turned to look at Minori, a forced smile on his stiff face:
"Leader Minori, Clementine's personality is quite erratic. Please don't take what just happened to heart."
This attitude surprised Minori.
Due to Clementine, his first contact with the Slane Theocracy could not be considered pleasant, and it was also his first time meeting Captain Nigun, yet the other party's attitude towards him was relatively friendly.
"It's nothing."
Minori responded simply.
"There is one thing."
Remedios suddenly spoke at this moment, her gaze falling on Enri behind Minori, who was somewhat uneasy:
"Before we set out, I want to ask Leader Minori, are you sure you want to bring this ordinary person?"
Remedios indeed disliked Clementine, who clearly had personality issues but was powerful, but she wouldn't say much.
With her strength, she could play a significant role in the upcoming fight against the undead, but as for this ordinary young girl in "Free Will", Remedios had considerable reservations.
"Enri."
"Yes, Captain!"
"You'll die."
"Enri is not afraid!" The girl clenched her fists, her eyes firm, and her serious voice rang out under everyone's gaze.
Minori turned his head and smiled gently, saying, "This is her will, and it is also the will of the 'Free Will' squad."
"Hmph."
Remedios stared at Enri, then looked at the smiling Minori, her sharp gaze softening, and she snorted coldly and turned her head: "Don't blame others for not warning you if you die."
"Hahahaha!"
Go Gin let out a hearty laugh and raised his hand to pat Enri's shoulder, but stopped instantly, realizing that his strength might injure her if he patted, and grinned:
"I really appreciate you, human girl."
"Don't worry, even if your captain can't protect you, I won't let you get hurt."
[TL: A little romance? lol]
Enri puffed out her cheeks.
The brief interlude quickly ended, and the three parties - no, it should be four parties.
The Holy Kingdom, the Slane Theocracy, the Adventurer's Guild represented by Minori, and the demi-humans represented by Go Gin all clearly understood that the relationship between the parties was even more fragile than imagined.
If it weren't for the existence of a common enemy, the four parties would never have gathered together!
Under the urging of their respective commanders and captains, the resting elite units quickly gathered.
Kelart, Remedios, and Captain Nigun each returned to their respective units.
Pabel, Orlando, Go gin, Clementine, Minori, the Verdant Witch, and Enri gathered together.
Their fighting styles and methods were varied, and they were independent of the three main units, providing a certain level of assistance and support.
Minori had now learned the identity of the middle-aged Holy Knight man whose identity he was previously unsure of.
He was another Vice-Captain of the Holy Knight Order - Isadoro.
Remedios was also one of the Nine Colors.
"Four of the Holy Kingdom's Nine Colors are gathered here alone."
From this lineup, Minori could sense Holy Queen Calca's determination to eliminate the undead in the hilly area.
The 9 individuals among the "Nine Colors" were not entirely granted titles based on the strength of their power. Those who made significant contributions in cultural and national aspects would also be granted titles.
The individuals before them could be said to be the strongest 4 among the Nine Colors!
Lower Moon.
March 28th, 4:59 AM.
Only sparse stars dotted the night sky.
A total of nearly 600 absolute elites left "Kalimsha" and arrived at the city wall fortress first.
The gate of the central stronghold, which had not been opened for decades, was opened, and everyone passed through the city gate of the city wall fortress, heading towards the Abelion Hills in a straight line!
The scorching sun baked the earth.
Dry air and withered yellow grass blades entered everyone's sight.
It was already broad daylight, and after several hours of travel, everyone finally entered the hilly area after dawn.
Although not far from the Holy Kingdom, the climate difference between the two places was like heaven and earth, causing many people to feel surprised and confused.
"The climate here is indeed problematic."
Captain Nigun looked up at the sky, his heart sinking. This was not much different from the previously estimated intelligence.
Their current location was a somewhat desolate forest. Due to the lack of water or the influence of excessively hot temperatures, the leaves of many trees were extremely sparse or even yellowed.
"Everyone, rest first!" Kelart gave the order at this time.
The Slane Theocracy sent the [Sunlight Scripture] as an assisting party, so on the surface, Kelart of the Holy Kingdom served as the overall commander.
According to the pre-planned arrangement, all members of the Holy Knight Order dispersed, forming a circle to protect the magic casters of the Holy Priest Order and the Scripture units within, in order to prevent any sudden situations!
Hilly area, southern part.
Corpse pit.
Dense, raised mounds covered the entire land. Although the scorching sun was high in the sky at this moment, the entire area exuded an inexplicable chill!
Beneath these mounds and the entire ground, a large number of undead were sleeping. A dense negative energy and death aura, invisible to the naked eye, constantly flowed and converged in this area.
At the edge of the huge corpse pit, a rotten stench, as if it had been fermenting for decades, continuously surged from the deepest part of the pit.
It was a smell that would make an ordinary person faint upon inhaling it.
Swarms of flies and mosquitoes gathered together, like clusters of black clouds covering this area, emitting a buzzing sound that made one's scalp tingle.
"I told you I would give you a chance."
The Alliance Leader, enveloped in dark negative energy, stood quietly at the edge of the stone pit, a pair of faintly visible pale eyes gazing at a figure within.
Khajiit!
He was currently in a state of unconsciousness, situated in the center of a pile of decaying corpses.
Turning around, the Alliance Leader ignored the stench and walked outwards. The dense, thumb-sized flies and mosquitoes flew around, but they always dared not approach the area where the Alliance Leader was located.
Heavy footsteps followed closely behind.
It was the tall Death Knight, following the Alliance Leader step by step, its terrifying aura and pressure seemingly becoming even stronger than when it was first born.
At the positions of its eye sockets and limb joints, faint black energy subtly overflowed, making the red patterns on its armor even more crimson and terrifying!
When the Alliance Leader left this area and arrived at the outer perimeter, he saw two figures sitting on a raised mound respectively.
One was an old man in a dirty dark gray robe, with some white hair and a dry, hard face that looked over 60 years old.
Some black insects were hovering around him, and a special demi-human stood stiffly in front of him.
It was a demi-human race called the Blader.
The other one was a middle-aged man in full black armor, his face covered in finger-thick long scars, looking unusually ferocious.
The black armor was engraved with the image of some kind of wild beast, very rough and exuding a sense of brutality.
He emanated a cold aura, and a similarly black longsword with a faint yellowish magical light on its blade was stuck beside him.
These two were two of the twelve apostles of [Zurrernorn].
Excluding the one who died and Khajit, there were still 10 high disciples. Each of them had more or less something to do, excluding those who were too far away and those with other arrangements.
The Alliance Leader only summoned these two high disciples.
"Alliance Leader."
"Alliance Leader."
The gray-robed elder and the black armored warrior both turned their heads and spoke respectfully at the same time.
"How have the rebellious demi-humans been dealt with?" The Alliance Leader's hoarse voice sounded.
"I has taken care of a part of them."
The gray-robed elder's expression was slightly awkward, "The demi-humans are now huddled in a corner. Their leader is a Snake King called 'Seven-Colored Scale', which is a bit troublesome."
The Alliance Leader did not speak.
The air fell silent, and an invisible pressure seemed to emanate from the Alliance Leader, causing a hint of cold sweat to appear on the gray-robed elder's forehead.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the Death Knight, who had been standing quietly behind the Alliance Leader,'s crimson eyes lit up, and it let out a roar with a dry, flat voice as if it had lost its vocal cords.
"Hmm?" The Alliance Leader slightly turned his head to look at the Death Knight, "It seems the guests we've been waiting for have finally arrived."
The undead are most sensitive to the aura of the living. Large numbers of undead corpses had already been buried in this land.
Once the living approached, the Death Knight would be able to sense it.
With a "crackling" sound, the black armored knight raised his head, a twisted smile appearing on his scarred face: "I heard that the Captain of the Holy Kingdom's Holy Knight Order wields Safarlisia, one of the Four Great Holy Swords!"
"I wonder if she will come here!"
As he spoke, the black armored knight drew the black longsword stuck beside him: "I really want to know, is her Holy Sword stronger, or is my Corrupt Sword stronger!"