Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Weilin looked at the woman who was ready to die, and turned to the middle-aged knight and ordered, "Take your men and send her to the Black Rock Army."

"Yes, my lord."

The middle-aged knight bowed and saluted, then picked up the candidate saint of the Storm Church in his hands, returned to the army, and headed east.

Miller looked at the team going away and asked bravely, "Lord, why did you send that woman to Lord Kyle?"

"When we attack the Miral Region's capital, Cabras City, we will push this so-called candidate saint to the front and behead her. This will deal a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders."

"But will the gods sit idly by and watch the candidate saint of their church be executed in public?" Miller hesitated for a moment and expressed his concerns.

"If He were still here, I wouldn't be able to do this."

Miller stood there in a daze, thinking carefully about what the lord had said, and seemed to understand something.

Three days later, outside the city of Cabras, Kyle looked at the woman in front of him, waved to two guards, took her away and imprisoned her, preparing to use her as a sacrifice in the siege half a month later.

The Church of the Storm spread the news that the God of Storms was about to return, allowing the crusader army, which was on the verge of collapse, to stabilize wave after wave of attacks, and even show a tendency to counterattack.

If the candidate saint of the Storm Church were beheaded on the battlefield, it would be enough to crush their fighting spirit.

As time passed, an army of more than 100,000 surrounded the city of Cabras.

More than 300,000 crusader troops huddled in the city, relying on tall city walls and divine shields to survive.

In the city, a large number of clergymen were running around the streets, spreading the news that the God of Storms was about to return. As long as they could defeat the alien god's army, they would establish a new country.

On August 9758, 8 of the Glorious Calendar, tens of thousands of troops lined up outside the city of Cabras.

The wind was howling, and the military flags were swaying wildly in the wind, making a harsh rustling sound.

Dark clouds covered the city, and the heavy clouds seemed to be falling down, accompanied by rolling thunder and occasional flashes of lightning, making people feel extremely depressed.

Standing on the command platform, Kyle looked up at the sky, his face calm but with a gleam in his eyes.

For him, defeating this celestial phenomenon was just a piece of cake, but it was not necessary now.

On the walls of Kabras City, more than 10,000 Crusader soldiers and clergy of the Church of the Storm stood side by side, gazing nervously into the distance, with uncontrollable fear in their eyes, and at the same time a hint of expectation.

It was nine o'clock in the morning. With Kyle's order, more than three hundred clergymen of the Storm Church were escorted to the front of the battle.

These clergymen had their hands tied behind their backs, their hair was disheveled, their clothes were tattered and they were barely naked. They were displayed in front of the defenders in the city without any dignity at all.

Seeing this scene, most of the clergy showed angry expressions on their faces, gritting their teeth and cursing, with resentment in their hearts.

However, more people felt a deep sense of grief.

"cut!"

After receiving the order, the three hundred guards raised their battle axes without hesitation and chopped down with all their strength.

In an instant, three hundred heads rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out from the necks, forming a pool of blood.

The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.

The battlefield fell into dead silence, with only the sounds of wind and rain echoing in the air.

“The second batch.”

Carlisle, the deputy general of the Black Rock Army, gave a loud order.

As batch after batch of Storm Church clergy were beheaded, on the walls of Cabras City, except for a few who were burning with anger, most people were immersed in fear.

"let's start."

"Yes, my lord."

The officer bowed his head, saluted, and turned to leave.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the candidate saint of the Storm Church was escorted to the front of the battle.

When the general defending the city of Cabras saw the saint candidate being escorted to the front of the battle, his face changed drastically.

"Go and inform Archbishop Inald."

The officer didn't even bother to salute, but jumped off the city wall and rushed into the city.

Watching the movement on the city wall, Kyle did not immediately issue an execution order, but prepared to fish to see how many Saint Seal professionals would be caught.

In addition to him, their side also had three mid-level Soul Intention arcanists, a low-level Soul Intention red dragon, plus the master who was watching the battle from a distance, a total of six Soul Intention-level combat forces. They were outnumbered one against three and were not afraid of the other side at all.

On the other side, Inald received the news, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately ordered all the Holy Seal professionals in the city to assemble.

If the candidate saint was executed in public and the God of Storms did not bring down divine punishment, the oracle he had spoken would be self-defeating, and the Church of Storms would be very close to destruction.

Although he had a glimmer of hope in his heart that the other party didn't dare to do this and was just trying to scare them, he didn't dare to take the gamble.

On the city wall, Inald looked at the candidate saint tied to the cross with a gloomy face. He placed his right hand on the parapet and with a slight force, he crushed the parapet filled with molten iron.

The Storm Church leaders standing next to Inald also looked unhappy. If they had known this would happen, they should not have allowed the Saint Candidate to go to the front line to comfort the troops.

"Archbishop, do you want to save him?" A low-level Storm Knight of the Holy Seal asked in a low voice.

"Save her, you must save her. No matter what, we cannot let the candidate saint die in the hands of the enemy." Inald said every word. Although he wanted to give the order regardless of her life or death, he could not do so now.

As for claiming that the other party used someone else to impersonate the candidate saint, everyone present was not a fool. There were many clergymen and crusaders who had seen the candidate saint. To announce it in public like this was undoubtedly blasphemy.

"God! Open your eyes and look at your humble servant."

Only Inald himself knew the despair in his heart.

On the command platform, Kyle looked at the Storm Church that had taken the bait, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, ready to add fuel to the fire.

"Take off her clothes."

Upon hearing this, the commander of the guards ordered the soldiers to take action without hesitation.

"Thorn-"

When the vestments of the candidate saint were ruthlessly torn to pieces, there was a dead silence on the battlefield.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Apart from the sound of the wind, only the heavy breathing echoed in the air.

On the left side of the battlefield, Weilin watched Kyle's operation and exclaimed that it was impressive.

On the city wall, Inald's face was terribly gloomy, his eyes flashed with anger, his fists were clenched, and his body was trembling slightly.

Staring at the scene before him, his heart was filled with uncontrollable rage.

This is tantamount to throwing the face of the Storm Church to the ground and blatantly stepping on it.

"Save the Saint."