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"My faith in the God of Storms will last until my death. If I brought shame to the church like someone else did, I would commit suicide and not bark here."

"Damn bastard, I want to fight you one-on-one."

"One on one?" Bishop Labelle of the Church of Storms said with sarcasm and disdain, "I'll give you both hands, and you won't be able to get close to me."

The entire venue began to become noisy, and everyone started to vent their emotions regardless of their own identities.

"eliminate."

Under the suppression of Archbishop Inald of the Storm Church, everyone sat down obediently.

"This meeting is held to discuss how to resist the alien god's army and even counterattack, not to gather you together to quarrel."

"This matter ends here. If anyone dares to fight openly because of this matter, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the archbishop sitting above.

"How many crusaders are there in the Cyprus region?" Inald looked at a low-ranking bishop of the Holy Seal sitting in the front row and asked.

"Reporting to the Archbishop, after the expansion and reorganization, the Cyprus Legion has five armies with 180,000 men, four Holy Seal rank clergy, 18 Nine Seal rank clergy, 23 Eight Seal rank clergy, and 33 Seven Seal rank clergy."

"sit down."

"Yes, Archbishop."

"How much combat power does the Skitarium in the Recard region have?"

"Reporting to the Archbishop, the Recard Legion has thirteen armies and 350,000 troops, eight Saint Seal rank clergy, twenty-seven Nine Seal rank clergy, fifty-three Eight Seal rank clergy, and eighty-eight Seven Seal rank clergy. The force is intact."

Looking at the low-level storm priest of the Holy Seal who stood up, Archbishop Inald sighed inwardly.

Although the strength of the Recard Legion was intact, it did not have much morale.

The enemy is approaching the Midal region, and in this critical moment, we can only make do with what we have.

If it were peacetime, he would definitely split up the Recard Legion and reorganize it.

As for the Crusader Army of the Midal Region, there are nine armies with 230,000 people. The high-level combat power is intact, but the quality of the lower-level troops is not good. Because too many people have been withdrawn, the proportion of professionals in many units has dropped below 10%.

In terms of numbers, the number of Crusader troops assembled in the Midal region is three times that of the alien god's army, not counting the two legions of the expeditionary force of the Grand Duchy of Brela.

The total force is nearly one million, but the quality of the soldiers is far inferior to that of the enemy.

The most important thing is that there is no bishop in the church who is good at commanding the army, which leads to more defeats than victories for the crusading army.

But if the clergy did not command the army, there would surely be countless rebels.

Ever since the God of Storms lost contact, all areas controlled by the Church of Storms have been in turmoil. If he and the other four archbishops had not put aside their past grudges and joined forces to fight the foreign enemy, it would probably take only two months for the Church of Storms to disappear in the Teton Kingdom.

"Yesterday, I received the will of my God."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Inalde with suspicion and joy in their eyes.

"Soon, my God will return to his loyal Church of the Storm, and then it will be time to settle accounts with the sinners of the Teton Kingdom."

After receiving the Archbishop's confirmation again, more than a thousand Storm Church leaders present gathered their confidence and sang the "Storm Scripture" loudly.

Seeing everyone regain their former confidence, Inald felt bitter and silently said in his heart: "My God, please forgive the transgression of your humble servant."

The fact that they can still use the power of the storm means that the God of Storms has not yet completely fallen.

If he reaches the end of his rope, he still has one last resort, which is to sacrifice his strength, body, soul and everything.

He had no way of verifying whether what was recorded in the ancient books was correct, so he could only take a gamble.

The conference was disbanded, and the news that the Storm God was about to return spread everywhere, stabilizing the Crusaders that were on the verge of collapse.

Outside the city of Cabras, at the base of the expeditionary force of the Grand Duchy of Brera, the headquarters of the Fifth Legion.

A woman in blue sat behind a desk, listening to her subordinates' reports with a serious expression.

"Did Archbishop Inald of the Church of Storms really say this?" She frowned, her tone tinged with doubt.

The middle-aged general stood respectfully in front of the blue-haired woman, nodded and replied, "Captain of the Legion, Archbishop Inald did say that the Storm God is about to return."

"This archbishop has always been highly respected. For the sake of a promise, he once protected his friend's family for two hundred years at a huge cost."

"Given his prestige and reputation, he would not easily lie."

"That's not necessarily true." The blue-haired woman shook her head slightly, lifted her hair from her forehead, and said in a deep voice, "At this critical moment, anything that can save the situation may be tried as long as there is enough determination and courage. Even if doing so means bearing the stigma of defrauding sentient beings, it is not unacceptable for those who have firm beliefs."

When the middle-aged general heard this, a look of hesitation appeared on his face. He seemed to want to say something but was afraid to open his mouth.

The blue-haired woman glanced at him and continued, "If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm not here."

"Yes, Commander." The middle-aged general responded, then turned and left.

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes."

Looking down at the map on the table, from what she could see, the deployment of the Crusaders in the western part of the Miral Region was full of loopholes. As long as a group of elite troops were combined with several ordinary troops, they would be able to defeat the 300,000 Crusaders stationed in this area within half a month.

……

In a town at the border of the Recard Region and the Miral Region, Kyle gathered the commanders of the Alan Army, the Black Rock Army, and the Lower Army.

"The enemy's deployment is scattered, the troops in different regions are unevenly stationed, and their strengths are uneven. Defeating them one by one is the preferred way of fighting."

"I will lead 80,000 Aram and Black Rock troops to enter the Miral region from the southern Storm Pass, and Lord Hebrew will lead 100,000 troops from the lower army to cut into the Miral region from the northern node."

"As for the central region, once the Storm Church's Guardians are in chaos, the rest of the 15th Army will attack the Miral Region from the front."

"Within half a month, the three armies will be able to reach Cabras City, the capital of Miral Region."

Everyone looked at the marks of each city on the map and wrote down the attack targets of their respective troops.

"Master Hebrew, the North depends on you."

"Don't worry, as long as Master Barrett holds off those Saint Seal warriors, I only need to make a few moves on the remaining pagans, and they will either kneel down and surrender, or go to see the gods they believe in."

Looking at the Hebrew's show-off look, Kyle smiled kindly.

Although he is now stronger than the other party, he has never forgotten the kindness of the other party in the past, and he still has to show due respect.

After the meeting was dissolved, Hebrew returned to the northern region with the generals of the lower army.

On July 9758, 7 Glorious Calendar, Kyle and Hebrew attacked the Miral region from the north and south.

In the central region, Weilin led the 130,000-strong upper and middle armies, standing ready to wait for the crusader army in the Miral region to become completely chaotic.

Half a month later, after receiving information from the Shadow Assassin, Weilin immediately ordered all troops to attack.

In less than a month, the western part of the Miral Region was completely out of control.