Archdemon

Moreover, after suffering such an injury, the Death Guard retreated without any hesitation, not giving other clergymen the opportunity to severely injure him.

He only roamed around the periphery to prevent any clergymen who found loopholes in the encirclement from escaping.

In the end, amid the sounds of fierce fighting and explosions, these more than 20 senior clergymen were annihilated and died in this small battlefield.

When the popes of various churches retreated to the agreed gathering place, their faces were equally ugly.

Of the senior clergymen of the sanctuary level who were originally brought, only less than half were able to escape from the battlefield.

The results of the other clergymen are self-evident, and they will definitely not be good results.

The Pope of the God of Dusk, whose face was already old, became even older after this battle.

The cardinals behind him worried about the old man's physical condition more than once.

Although these cardinals and archbishops did not know how many of them were waiting for the Pope to die and let them take over the position of Pope.

But that was in the past. During this plane war, if the old Pope died, they would not have time to unite the entire church.

The Pope of the God of Dusk sat on the chair, closed his eyes and sighed, and said: "Now that the invaders have entered the plane, a large number of troops have entered it. What do you think should be done next?"

His old and turbid eyes swept across the people present, and finally fell on the Pope of the God of War.

The Pope dressed as a middle-aged warrior had a solemn face and was full of fatigue.

The headquarters of the Church of the God of War is on the second-level continent, but they have church power in each lower-level continent.

This is also one of the reasons why they can quickly gather troops and attack the invaders.

The middle-aged pope said calmly: "The enemy's power is too strong. We need to give up the fifth-layer continent and retreat."

"Only by retreating to the fourth or third-layer continent can we gather enough troops and enough strong men."

"In the fifth-layer continent, it is too far away. Even the support forces of the Church of the Gods cannot arrive quickly."

"What about the fifth-layer continent?" A cardinal of the God of Hunting asked in a low voice.

"They will understand us..." The Pope of the God of War said slowly.

The atmosphere in this conference room was a little silent, but no one objected to this suggestion.

The strong men and troops of each church gathered towards several airports on the continent. In addition to the church, the royal families of some secular dynasties were also trying to escape from the fifth-layer continent.

This layer of the continent was originally lowly for many churches and dynasties.

Abandoning the lives of this layer was not a difficult decision for these superiors.

The strong men quickly gathered on the fourth-layer continent. And set up a defense line here.

…

In the fifth layer of the continent.

The undead soldiers have easily wiped out the enemies in front of the portal.

Almost no one can escape successfully. A large number of dynasty nobles surrendered, and there were also clergy soldiers who surrendered, but the number was relatively small.

On the site of the battlefield, it was like a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with broken armor and incomplete bodies everywhere.

Not far from the location of the portal, a number of military tents have been built.

This will serve as a temporary command center.

"Your Majesty, this battle is over. We have captured tens of thousands of soldiers from the secular dynasty, including a small number of clergy soldiers."

"What should we do with these prisoners?" Huo Chengguang asked Huo Ling in the military tent, holding a report.

"Kill or keep?"

In the existing plane invasion cases in Daxia, the data on the beginning of the invasion recorded that the first batch of captured troops were generally killed.

Because in the early stages of the invasion, the invading army simply could not turn these captives into vassal troops.

In the case of insufficient military strength, it is obviously inappropriate to reserve a part of the troops to look after these captives.

All the indigenous soldiers captured in the early stages of the invasion had a miserable fate.

Of course, if the invaders were captured, it would also be miserable, and the indigenous people would use various punishments to torture these soldiers.

Huo Chengguang was of course learning this kind of information.

However, Huo Ling shook his head and said, "Others cannot subdue these captives, but it does not mean that we cannot."

He smiled and said, "Who has more soldiers than me?"

"Go down and make arrangements. For these captives who are willing to submit to us, let them serve in the vassal army."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"Huo Chengguang nodded.

"What about the clergy?"

Huo Ling smiled faintly, and said, "If these clergy can betray, let them stay. If they are stubborn, send them to the kingdom of God."

"Yes!"

...

Soon, the soldiers who were released and knew the language and spells walked in the prisoner camp.

Under the effect of spells, they could communicate with the natives.

They persuaded more and more soldiers to join the vassal army.

How loyal can these captured noble private soldiers be? In order to survive, they live one more day.

As for the clergy, their fate is the same.

In a prisoner camp, a black iron-level temple warrior looked at a piece of paper full of characters in his hand.

His eyes were full of hesitation, he was panicking and hesitating.

This is a prayer of betrayal. As a believer of a god, ordinary plane invaders can't believe it.

So they all had to betray their faith and curse the gods they once believed in with the most vicious words and words.

This was unacceptable to many captured clergy. They roared angrily, insulting the clergy captives who took the paper and the invaders who stood in front to spread all this.

But they soon couldn't make any more noises. These devout clergy were dragged out of the prisoner camp by the terrifying and hideous undead.

They were not dragged too far, and were beheaded here not far from the camp.

"Ah!"

Another scream before death, the hesitant clergy shuddered after hearing this scream.

His mental defense was broken, and he began to tremble and recite the vicious curse on the gods:

"God of Hunting! I curse you, your kingdom of God will fall, the church will be destroyed, the temple will be desolate, your head will be cut off by a sharp blade, your..."

"Ah!!!"