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In May, the smell of gunpowder overwhelmed the lingering fragrance of flowers in the fields. Long before King George received the urgent border news, the military flag of the Mulet Kingdom had already crossed the border.

The situation deteriorated faster than anyone had expected, and refugees poured eastward like a tide, much earlier and more violently than the politicians in the capital had anticipated.

Fear spread across this land before the enemy's iron hooves. The Dark Moon Goddess worshipped by the country of Mulet holds the power over death. It is rumored that this country has always maintained barbaric customs and likes to use human blood sacrifices to please their gods.

There was news that the first border town to be breached was massacred, and even the nearby farms were reduced to ashes, with no survivors.

Although no one witnessed it, countless people chose to abandon their homes and flee before the enemy arrived. When they looked back to the south, their eyes were filled with deep fear of the pagan rituals.

"Why, why was the border breached so easily? Didn't we pay extra border taxes this year? Why hasn't the support arrived yet?"

The line of refugees continues to grow, and some people cannot help but break down and cry while huddled with their families at night.

More sobs were heard around.

"Either stop thinking about those useless things, or turn around and pick up a hoe to join the battle to defend your homeland." A bearded man in the crowd broke the sad atmosphere.

The crying subsided. The Gaia Empire had not experienced war for a long time. Ironware was strictly controlled, civilians were not allowed to carry swords, and most people had never held a weapon in their lives. How could they resist the enemy?

"Don't worry, just keep going east so you can avoid the front line. The further east you go, the safer it is!" A short man next to the bearded man also echoed.

This saying has been circulating since the beginning of the escape. When people are at a loss, any voice that points the way will become their solace.

"I hope so, may the light shine upon me..."

May God the Father protect His people again.

……

The Muletite army displayed remarkable marching prowess. They pressed north with uncanny perseverance, even forgoing raids for supplies along the way in their reckless march towards Highgarden.

First, the border town next to Shadow Rock, then Ain City and Weeping Pass...

After brazenly breaching the Blackwater Valley, all they had to do was capture Lionheart Fort, located at the narrow pass, and the army would flood into the flat river bend behind it. The road thereafter would be even flatter and more accessible, making it more difficult to defend.

We must stop the enemy here!

After five days of fierce fighting between the city's garrison and the enemy, Bishop Avery arrived in time with his lightly armed elite troops. The God-blessed people he brought with him helped the soldiers successfully resist another wave of fierce attacks from the enemy.

At the same time, the Knights of Light, who were returning from the western highlands, also penetrated directly into the enemy's rear and cut off the supply line.

…Were they saved? The garrison watched the Mulet soldiers retreat like a tide, their faces filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

This feeling lasted until Lord Avery took the trouble to deliver a speech all night long, and their tense nerves finally relaxed.

On the tall walls of Lionheart Castle, Bishop Avery's white robe appeared between the battlements. He was so excited that his face flushed with excitement after winning his first battle after being officially promoted to bishop. The holy emblem he brought was held high. In an instant, the wall was as bright as day, and everyone below cast their eyes on the bishop.

"Holy light, it's holy light..." Some people who were nearby knelt down in tears.

"Brothers and sisters, it was the God of Light who guided me here!"

Bishop Avery was quite satisfied with the reaction of the crowd, and immediately began to boost morale and pointed out the fatal weakness of the Mulete army: these enemies from small countries did not understand the vastness of the territory of the strongest empire.

"...Followers of the Father, there's no need to fear those evil barbarians! They are monsters driven by greed. They've marched long distances without supplies, deep in deep territory without backup. They've already shown signs of decline. This is merely their final madness."

"Victory will eventually belong to the light!"

"Praise the light!"

"Praise the light!"

I don't know who shouted first, but then everyone responded. People looked at the miraculous light on the city wall and cried and laughed, feeling that the dawn of victory was just around the corner! And then -

Then, under the gaze of the soldiers and people of Lionheart Castle, it seemed as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed Bishop Avery's neck from behind, and a black knife appeared out of thin air. All the knights of light around him didn't even have time to put away the smiles on their faces before they suddenly saw a column of blood leaping several meters high.

—spurted from Bishop Avery's headless neck.

The people below who were closest to the city wall originally just wanted to get closer to the light, but their heads were drenched in warm blood. Then their heads fell down with a "bang" and rolled twice before stopping.

The entire Lionheart Castle suddenly seemed to be vacuumed up, and it was as quiet as the world of nothingness.

“…Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” Someone finally reacted!

“…Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The people facing the human heads below finally believed that it was not an illusion!

The white cardinal who represented God in the battle was beheaded in public.

Screams were heard everywhere, and the city walls were in chaos!

The invisible enemy retreated immediately after being hit by the attack. The God-favored Ones on the city wall didn't even have time to chant blessings before they saw the black knife leap down from the city wall with its invisible owner and disappear into the darkness outside the wall.

Bishop Avery's white robe had been dyed red. He froze for a moment before falling backwards. Behind the bishop stood the leader of the Third Knight Order. He subconsciously caught the bishop's body, his mind going blank.

The holy emblem lost the spiritual power of Lord Avery and its light gradually dissipated, but he could still see a blood-red glow. It was then that the leader of the Knights realized that the moonlight tonight was so bright.

He finally realized something and slowly looked up at the sky amid the chaotic screams.

——The full moon has arrived.

It's a dark elf...

When the latest military intelligence report was transmitted back to High Court, King George fainted in the council chamber.