Chapter 38
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Chapter 38: White Cavalry
"That is…" Leo raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light, watching hundreds of believers in white robes descend from the magical circle in the sky.
They rode on winged white horses, holding long spears filled with the power of thunder.
At the front was a brave woman, raising her spear and letting out a thunderous shout:
"Everyone, follow me to judge the unbelievers and rescue the saintess, charge!"
As the sound faded, the war drums beat loudly, and the Pegasus riders rushed down from the sky.
The power of the cavalry reached its peak at that moment.
The believers, still lost in their joyful feelings, were caught completely off guard, while the joyful cavalry, who had been on standby, reacted quickly, raising their weapons and sturdy shields.
But while one group of cavalry charged down from the air with great force, another was still on the ground, unable to pick up speed in time…
The result of this clash was, as you can imagine, disastrous.
The heavy-armored cavalry of the Joyful Church was quickly overwhelmed, and in the blink of an eye, several believers fell to the ground.
"It’s over, it’s the White Cavalry! It’s the White Cavalry!" A few Joyful believers, very close to Leo and Skuld, stared blankly at the sky, forgetting even to tremble.
"Impossible, why would the White Cavalry be here…"
"Damn it, it’s over. We’re all finished…"
"We can’t win, run away, hurry and escape!"
Similar conversations echoed throughout the joyful branch altar.
The ceremony, which was just filled with joy, was completely destroyed, replaced by despair and fear.
It was as if the words "White Knight" held a special magic; upon seeing them, the normally proud Joyful believers lost all their courage to fight.
"Master… my master…" Skuld could hardly think of anything else now as she threw Leo over her shoulder and rushed towards the Forbidden Forest. "Those White Knights… are the nightmare of the northern lands of Castella…"
With Leo on her shoulder, his throat rolling, he stared intently at the white-armored knights plunging down from the sky, Skuld’s words echoing in his ears.
This is the most terrifying army.
Yes, the most terrifying, without exception.
In the northern lands of Castella, there are two cavalry troops, one black and one white, led by the Order Sect of Tersk.
The Black Cavalry is used to defend against and conquer the invasions of foreign tribes, led by Duke of Tersk.
The White Cavalry is used to judge non-believers, under the command of the Order Sect.
The number of White Cavalry is not large, at full strength it is only five thousand.
However, it is made up entirely of advanced believers, the least among them.
This cavalry, dressed in white armor and riding heavenly steeds, is not just a nightmare for the Joyful Church, but also for all the small sects in the northern region.
They are invincible in battle; they cannot be matched.
The most frightening thing is that this White Cavalry has never taken any prisoners.
They do not accept surrender, nor do they take captives; wherever they go, not a blade of grass is left behind.
And now, this White Cavalry has actually arrived in this place.
Although the number of people who came was only a few hundred, it was like a great disaster for the Joyful Church during the sacrificial ceremony.
Leo looked at the astonishing numbers of knights through the True Vision Eye and murmured to himself, "Clearly, this is a…"
……
"A trap." The old woman Kakaris glared at the blushing saintess from high above on the floating Joyful Altar, saying, "This is your trap."
"Yes, you finally realized it." The white-haired knight Vela rode slowly towards the woman, teasing her, "Haha, otherwise, how do you think you could get this ‘Witch Hunter’ and learn about the saintess’s patrol?"
"Kakaris, you are old, but you are not foolish. Ordinary bait cannot catch an old fox like you."
"…Then, my lord’s spies within the Order Sect…" Kakaris tightened her grip on the staff.
"Haha, every one of your spies is under the watch of the Order. Those few times getting rid of traitors were just to make this performance less clumsy."
"I see…" Kakaris’s pupils shrank and then widened. In those few seconds, he finally understood the Order Sect’s plan.
This is a long plan.
The plan began seven years ago…
The Order Sect used false information to trick Joyful Church into attacking, placing the device to deal with the saintess, "Witch Hunter," into the hands of Joyful Church.
Then, over these seven years, they kept planting seeds of doubt within Joyful Church and occasionally removed a few, hoping to make Joyful Church believe they had truly infiltrated the Order Sect.
Finally, using clues about the saintess, no, it should be said as using the saintess as bait, they lured more than half of Joyful Church’s strength to this branch altar, destroying them in one blow.
Kakaris could never imagine that the Order Sect would willingly risk the saintess’s life to gain a moment of final battle.
He had been very careful, making sure to remove any traces of the saintess along the way… But now that he thinks about it, that too was a smokescreen prepared by the Order Sect.
The true summoning device of the White Cavalry had long been hidden within the body of saintess Fleur.
As soon as the sacrificial ceremony begins, the door will open, and the White Cavalry will descend.
"Ah, what a clever plan, truly clever…" Kakaris sneered as he looked at the female knight and the saintess, "For our little Joyful Church, you have spent seven years scheming; you are truly clever."
"You are not that important." The Witch Hunter released the bindings, and the power of order returned to the silver-haired, red-eyed saintess.
She floated in mid-air,
Her face still flushed, right beneath her feet was a glowing hot iron.
Saintess Fleur healed her wounds with a recovery spell and said softly, "Duke of Tersk’s expedition against the dark races in the far north is about to begin; order will protect him and help him clear the northern land."
"To do this, I must first squash you troublesome bugs; that is all."
"If I do not use my body as bait, how can I draw you filthy bugs out of the gutter?"
"What a pity, only one grand bishop has come; if the other grand bishop from the Joyful Church had come, it would have been even better."
"Bugs, cough, you call us bugs." Kakaris coughed, "Fleur, don’t forget, you also came out of that hell!"
Fleur seemed unaware of her words, calmly looking at the Joyful believers being slaughtered on the ground, turning a blind eye to this hell on earth.
Several knights rushed to Kakaris’s side, and the chains of order lit up at the same time, suppressing the old woman.
"Cough, cough, Fleur, you who call yourself the saintess of the holy faith, are you indifferent to the deaths of these lives? Hehe, what great hypocrisy!" Kakaris coughed into her hand again.
The ever calm saintess Fleur finally changed her expression, a near-mad, sickly smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, "Hypocrisy? Heh, Kakaris, you have never understood me."
"Alright, Vela Schiller, it is time to put an end to this poor performance."
"Grant this group of heretical believers a cold death."
The female knight Vela knelt on one knee, "Saintess, among those below, there are still many who were captured by the Joyful Church as human sacrifices. How should we deal with them?"
"…" The saintess remained silent and made a gesture on her neck.
The female knight nodded and immediately ordered, "Everyone, whether they are heretical believers or human sacrifices, leave no one alive. Heads will be the merit, let’s achieve glory, knights."
The sounds of wailing and charging echoed at the same time, as the hellish reality played out once more.
Saintess Fleur watched all of this, hands clasped together, praying to the God of Order, "My Lord, I now offer these sacrifices to you; please grant humanity redemption."