The lights in the camp are bright and there is no fighting, but the excitement does not seem to dissipate here, but there are signs of becoming more dangerous.
"Do we really want to be loyal to such a saint?! To a woman who inserted her own weapon into the body of the holy father?!"
A middle-aged man walked back and forth in the camp with an excited expression. His words spread outside the tent, where thousands of soldiers were listening silently.
"The temple is our faith. We fight desperately for the honor of the temple. Not only us, but also our ancestors, and even our descendants will still do the same." The middle-aged man's voice was low, but sonorous and powerful, and very infectious.
force.
"But what we believe in is the honor of the temple, and what is honor? Firmness, fearlessness, bravery, sacrifice, and unity!"
"We have been adhering to this. From our hometown to here, we have gone through arduous marches and fierce battles. Countless of our companions have died. Now, there are more relatives waiting for us at home.
Let’s go back!”
"But look, what are we doing now?" The middle-aged man pointed around, and through the gaps between the tents, he could faintly see many posthumous persons and Yunding soldiers patrolling in the distance, their gazes
Basically they are concentrated in their camps.
"Are we defeated? No! In that case, why are we waiting here like prisoners? Why is this happening?!"
Looking at the mid-level officers in the tent, the middle-aged man looked pleading.
"Because our Holy Father is dead!"
"Because our Holy Father was killed by his own men!"
"For the woman who killed our Holy Father is surrendering to our enemies!"
"Because this surrendered woman has completely lost the sense of glory of the temple. She is a shame and a traitor to our entire race!"
"Brothers, do we really have to obey her orders, the orders of a person who killed the Holy Father? Are we going to be brothers or even kowtow to those few people who killed our comrades in Luosha Sun before?!"
"Then we are still just Temple warriors, what honor do we have?! How can we... be worthy of the ancestors who gave us life and soul!"
The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his arms vigorously. The officers below and the soldiers outside were also excited by the crowd he stirred up. These troops were originally the most loyal to the Holy Father, and they had not obeyed the Saint and the Holy Father before.
Under the orders of the two giants, now that the Holy Father is dead, he is still killed by the Holy Girl, and the dissatisfaction in his heart has already accumulated to the edge of exploding.
Now, they heard that the people represented by the Saint were negotiating with the posthumous Genting Alliance. Some details came back, which made them even more uproar. They felt that this was betraying the interests of the Dawn Temple and a compromise that was close to surrender.
There are even some rumors circulating in the army, saying that the saint has decided to marry the leader who came here from another dimension and become his woman in exchange for a better survival for herself and those close to her.
For the Dawn Temple people who have been kings in this space for countless years, this is impossible to understand and accept.
However, even if these people cannot understand or even hate the Saint for killing the Holy Father, there is still some inertia in their hearts - the inertia that the Saint is another symbol of the temple.
Under this instinctive inertia, they can oppose the saint, but they cannot accept the saint doing anything that they think is insulting to the temple.
"Brothers, we should not be silent anymore, otherwise, we will lose our faith and souls and become walking zombies!"
"Then what should we do?"
An officer stood up and asked, clenching his fists.
"Resist!" The middle-aged man's eyes were bright, and he said firmly: "Only by resisting can we have a glimmer of hope. Only by overthrowing the inheritance of the Holy Lady to the temple can we win the future. How can a person who killed the Holy Father?
She can lead us! What qualifications does she have to lead us?!"
"But……"
One officer hesitated to speak. He still felt a little bad.
"There is no but, unless..." The middle-aged man came to the officer in an instant, and when the other officer was unprepared, he inserted his two fingers directly into his eyes, "Unless you are a saint, no, a lackey of a witch!
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After a brief scream, the officer's body fell to the ground.
"It's time to avenge the Holy Father!"
After the middle-aged officer finished speaking, some people under his arrangement began to shout slogans of revenge for the Holy Father. The surrounding soldiers were gradually infected and joined his team.
However, this atmosphere only lasted for half a minute before it was interrupted by vibrations on the ground.
The shouting gradually became weaker and became extremely quiet, and many people began to look for the source of the vibration.
Soon they found what they were looking for. This guy was actually too tall.
"It's that big metal monster!" someone began to shout, the fear in their eyes getting stronger and stronger.
The middle-aged officer led the people out of the camp and found that they had been surrounded. The survivors and the Genting soldiers had not known when they had crossed the cordon of the Dawn Temple and penetrated deep into the camp.
"It's that witch! She betrayed us!" At this time, the die-hard officer of the Holy Father didn't know what was going on. It was the Holy Woman who wanted to use the hands of Yunding to get rid of these unstable factors in the temple.
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The improved war fortress that had been repaired showed its ferocious face. Energy machine guns were ready to attack these temple warriors. At the same time, Genting's main battle team raised grenade rocket launchers, and the rest were using black magic crystal spears.
The warriors of the posthumous men often held magic crystal grenades or short axes and spears produced by Yunding, and watched them with eager eyes.
Xiaohu, who came with the team, waved his hand, and guns and cannons fired in unison throughout the camp.
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Saintess and Ye Zhongming stood far away, watching the massacre, the former remained silent for a long time.
Even if she decided to do this, when everything really happened, the saint still felt a deep sense of guilt.
"If you want to survive well in the new world, this is necessary." Ye Zhongming comforted him, because if it were him, he would do the same thing.
Within any force that is facing a life-and-death moment, there is absolutely no room for opposition.
"When our people arrive, I will ascend the throne as king and become the first queen of the Dawn Temple. I will let my people thrive in the new world forever."
The saint took one last look at the blood in the distance, then turned and left.