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So far, two regiments of Goliath controlled the central west Albion royal capital and occupied the north of Albion. The Albion Grunts, on the other hand, owned Verus, controlled the Central East Grunts' territory, and could command the various nobles in the south. Albion was caught in a north-south confrontation.

Chapter Fifty - The Soldiers'

The second day of the Goliath-Albion War, and the second day of the Kelmanian-Romanian War.

Duke Nerantes of the Yellow Dragon swept into northern Romania yesterday evening, and today his army marches south. Villages along the way offer no resistance and the army is all but non-existent.

Instead, some angry people towards the Kelmanian army still rotten eggs tomatoes also cursed: "Get out of our country." "Go to hell, invaders." "Infidels, the Patriarchs will punish you."

The downed soldiers rose in anger and fought them off, not caring if the opposite side was old people living children. Causing a few mishaps, the Romanians who believed in the Patriarchs snapped out of the room and surrounded the beaten soldier in silence.

I don't know who was leading the fight. "Kill this infidel, the Patriarchs are watching us."

"Death to the infidel."

Fists and stones rained down, killing the disengaged soldier.

This infuriated the marching troops, and a thousand men came down the road fully armed, the captain looking cold. "Drive them back for me, and if they resist, kill them on sight!!!"

A thousand soldiers started advancing, raising their lances, and approached the incited villagers step by step.

Even though they were believers, they retreated in the face of death. The villagers withdrew to their houses.

One villager actually rushed out, wielding a chopper towards the 1,000-man Goliath army.

"Death to the infidels!!!" Throwing the chopper, it struck a soldier in the face.

The unfortunate soldier fell to the ground with a scream.

A thousand people were silent for a moment, anger igniting in their eyes.

"Kill!!!" "Kill!!!" "Kill!!!"

The lance was merciless, stabbing into the village name who was horrified by the shock of the change as the soldiers advanced quickly.

"The lances pierced the bodies, and the blood ran red.

They are not soldiers at the moment, they are executioners. The cold-blooded, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of villagers.

There were many more such tragedies along the way, many soldiers stained with the blood of the general public, their appearance turning cold and gray.

Without the army to stop them, how could the incited villagers alone stop Goliath's 60,000 troops? At noon that day, Goliath's 60,000 troops converged outside the Romanian capital, the [Water Capital].

It is a peculiar city, with most of the city submerged by the sea, except for the main road, which is partially exposed to the land, and people come and go shopping in small boats. And the 10-seat pointy-headed sailboats piloted by the Water Capital Guards are able to travel freely to and from the waterways, large and small.

The 20,000 soldiers of the Romanian Protectorate Knights with bright armor and gleaming swords were gathered outside the Water Capital, no more than 500 meters away from the Goliath army.

The Duke of Yanlong felt that power within his body become even more active as he arrived here. Being able to feel it, right here, the [Fire Elf] that gave him power, that gave Kelmania power, was right below here.

"All of the army, spread out."

Nirent felt the power surging inside his body and walked to the front of the army under the protection of his close guards.

The head of the Romanian Protectorate Knights came out and wanted to speak to Nirent for a moment.

"Einz-fil-fil-fil-crow." [*THE HEAVEN FIRE BURNING CITY]

Nirent began to chant the fourth level magic without pause, and it was the [Heavenly Fire Burning City] that was enhanced by the power of the fire elves. As the spell began to be recited, terrifying heat rose from beneath the earth and seawater; halfway through the spell, countless tiny flames rose from the seawater.

The Protectorate Knights all felt the heat and fidgeted.

The chanting of the incantation finished, and a golden vortex appeared in the sky above Nirent, a one-meter diameter fireball of fire red wrapped with golden lines appearing from the vortex. At a glance, there were fifty to sixty fireballs being formed in the sky. And there were actually countless flames burning in the water of the Water Capital, some areas of the seawater were boiling, and some kind of frighteningly powerful existence was stirring up power in response to Nirent's magic.

"How? Quickly, all of you spread out and dodge the magical attacks." The Order growled.

Nirent swung his wand down heavily from top to bottom.

"Whoo-hoo-hoo-boom-boom-boom-"

Fireballs fell from the sky, falling as fast as rain.

One by one, the golden enhanced fireball hit the ground, the soldiers were ignited and screamed for their lives when they touched it; the fireball landed on the ground and erupted, and the wind blast with tiny flames enveloped a ten-meter radius. Fireball incessantly. One by one, three or five of them fell into the formation of the Knights of the Protectorate.

In the element of Pompeii gathered by the [Fire Wizard], Nirent, this [Heavenly Fire Burning City] was even stronger than expected. Waves of fireballs fell, each fireball taking away seriously wounding more than a dozen soldiers, already 4 large waves of over 200 fireballs fell, and the 5th large wave was still forming.

If this continued, Nirent alone would be able to wipe out the Romanian Patriarchal Knights.

The Pope stood at the highest papal palace in the city, clutching his wand, unable to endure it any longer.

Dismissing the Cardinal, leaving only Julio to guard him, the Pope began a long chant.

After about three minutes, the Pope slammed his scepter on the ground.

"The Patriarch said that there should be water, and so it rained all over the sky." [The Great Void Prophecy]

Outside the city Nirent was still maintaining the 6th wave of fireball rain forming.

The element of fire in the air suddenly and drastically reduced, the already formed fireballs also dissipated, replaced by a dense water element. Then a vortex unfolded in the sky, dispersing all the dark clouds, and a large one-meter diameter water ball really was as much as a rainbow, thumping and smashing into Kelmania's army.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang" the big water balloon's lethality is far less than the big fireball, but a direct hit will also be dead or seriously injured, and the affected area is just drenched and shivering with the wind.

The Great Waterball Rain only lasted for one wave, interrupting Nerent's [Heavenly Fire Burning City], killing and injuring no more than 1,000 people in Kelmania.

The Pope was leaning on his scepter and his face was much paler. Julio on the side sighed silently.

Nirent's magic was interrupted and no longer had any remaining strength, and was assisted by the close guards to return to the back of the military formation.

"Pass my orders to attack with the entire army."

"All armies attack." "Attack." "Attack!"

"Oh oh oh oh!!!" The Kelmanian army's morale had risen dramatically from Nirent's wave of fireball rain, and they did not hesitate to charge up.

On the other hand, the Protectorate Knights, even though the Pope had interrupted the [Heavenly Fire Burning City], were already demoralized.

Crumbling at the first touch, the Protectorate Knights and the Kelmanian Inferno Dragon Army were slashed and hacked to death by their opponents in three to five rounds as soon as they engaged in battle. Soon this army, which only had good-looking equipment, was routed and fled to the Water Capital.

The Water Capital Guards, every 2 men in an empty 8-seat sailing ship, evacuated these routed troops from the shore. Those of the Guardian Knights that fled slowly were caught up by the Inferno and drowned in the Inferno's attack.

In the end, the Protectorate Knights survived 12,000, 4,000 were killed and wounded under Nirent [Heavenly Fire Burning City], and most of the rest were cut down by the Inferno Dragon Legion as they fled.

The Infernal Dragon Legion stopped outside the seawater and laughed towards the Water Capital, pointing and mocking the Knights of the Protectorate.

The inhabitants of the city, the two armies, the lowly clergy of the Church, the Cardinals, and even the Pope were all cold at heart. The Pope gripped his scepter and lamented in his heart, is our Order of Protective Knights so, vulnerable?

The cardinals sprang up and looked at the Pope.

"Coronet, perhaps we need to consider surrender."