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Chapter 294 Long Live!

The valley troops rested for a whole day at the garrison camp, mainly to receive subsequent troops and supplies.

All available resources were put to use, with torches in hand and bonfires burning, as people carried supplies back and forth.

Even so, it still took two days and one night.

The holy war army in the territory of Kant also soon learned of the fall of the garrison camp.

At first, I was completely surprised.

It's not that they thought the group that escaped was playing a trick on them, but rather that the entire battle was simply unbelievable.

Some say hundreds of plate-armored foot knights suddenly appeared behind them, others say thousands of mounted knights charged at them, and still others say the blasphemers summoned the knights of the dead from the abyss—knights that crawled out of the earth…

They're all utter nonsense.

But the result is obvious.

The camp has fallen.

The Blasphemer Roman has led his troops out of the pass!

Upon learning of this, Commander Matthew was stunned for a long time, his mind blank. It took him a while to gather all the high-ranking officers of the Holy War Army.

“I don’t think this is fake!” Matthew said, his face serious.

"Lord Matthew, are you saying that the Blasphemers suddenly have hundreds of knights in plate armor..." Sir Angus asked in surprise, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

“I know it perfectly well!” Matthew said angrily.

“But do you know what that means?” Angus was young, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant. He was passionate about martial arts and knew all too well the price of plate armor.

Even a piece of inferior plate armor, which hasn't undergone quenching and tempering heat treatment, and is made of either low-grade phosphorus iron or wrought iron, is worth several gold coins, and this is just one part of it.

Any custom plate armor made of steel is worth at least a double-digit amount of gold coins.

Angus once saw a pitiful Oath Knight whose plate armor was a patchwork of parts from five different suits of armor. It was ill-fitting and made movement difficult, yet it was still his most precious asset.

“Hundreds of sets of plate armor…that alone would cost thousands of gold coins!” Angus said.

Even 10,000 gold coins wouldn't be enough to take it all!
Everyone present thought to themselves.

Gods above, if money could buy things, they would all have a set of plate armor long ago.

Does the King of Sinnoh need money? Does the Pope need money?
Not a single bit is missing!

You can come up with 10,000 gold coins, but don't even think about getting a few hundred sets of plate armor.

If desired, hundreds of experienced blacksmiths could be hired from various places. Each blacksmith's forging method has subtle differences, all of which are habits formed over many years. Cooperation is extremely difficult. An experienced blacksmith can forge for three to five months without doing anything else, and after three to five months, there will be hundreds of sets of plate armor.

This is what is meant by insufficient productivity.

Matthew said, “Sir Angus! You think this is wishful thinking, but we have to be prepared that Roman the Blasphemer really does have such an army under his command.”

Swordsman Marshal Achille suddenly said, "I heard that there are supposedly a thousand armored warriors who suddenly appeared on the Dust Serpent's side, and no one knows where they came from."

Bishop Elva sighed, “Marshal Archil, I have heard that the army of the blasphemers is very tenacious. You are likely to have a difficult battle ahead.”

Archie answered the bishop without hesitation: "We have been practicing swordsmanship diligently, waiting for this moment to pledge our loyalty."

Whether we admit it or not, this battle has had a significant impact on the high command of the Jihad Army.

The first line of defense of the Jihad Army was crushed with overwhelming force.

They intercepted the blasphemers from leaving the pass, and as a result, only three or four hundred of the three thousand guards returned alive.

The shadow cast by the message seemed to grip everyone's heart like an invisible hand.

“The blasphemers and witches must have used terrible sorcery to bewitch those poor souls, making them work for them to kill innocent people. There is nothing more evil in this world!” the nun said angrily.

“That’s right! We must protect more innocent people, that’s why we’re here! The blasphemer and his army must perish on this land. We’ll grind him to dust, along with his army, so they won’t rise from their graves. We can’t give him that chance!” the young knight shouted. “What a passionate young man,” Matthew sighed.

He had spent half his life on the battlefield and still felt somewhat uneasy, but there was no trace of fear on Angus's face.

He was only in his early twenties, yet he was already a third-tier knight. Young and handsome, brave and fearless, His Majesty Sinnoh believed he had the potential to become a paladin.

But in his first battle, he faced a blasphemer who was even more difficult to deal with than pirates.

The power of the blasphemers is more terrifying than that of pirates.

When the Knights of Judgment were carried back to Sinnoh, their eyes looked as if they had just experienced hell on earth, and they no longer had any desire for victory.

Even if those pirates could defeat the Judgment Knights, they couldn't make them look so dejected.

Both Sinnoh and the Holy See learned of the outcome of the Spring Rain Battle.

The rebel army was completely wiped out, but the Valley King's army must have also suffered more than half its losses.

The battle ended up like this, with the blasphemers ultimately winning a pyrrhic victory.

After such a severe blow, everyone has reason to believe that the King of the Valley should have suffered a significant loss of strength.

But how should this be explained now?

“Look at the expressions on your faces!” Angus said. “The blasphemers have armored soldiers, but we have no shortage of armored soldiers either. The blasphemers have no chance of winning against the Holy War Army! Defeat belongs to the heretics! Victory belongs to the gods!”

Having a vibrant young knight as a teammate is undoubtedly a lucky thing.

Despite his bluntness and volatile temper, he still managed to dispel the gloom in his comrades' hearts.

The Holy War Army began operations, gathering all available troops, distributing weapons, and preparing to fight the blasphemers to the death.

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Garrison camp.

Roman was giving his final pep talk.

However, he didn't do this step himself; his voice was hoarse from shouting, so he couldn't give a speech to everyone.

At the meeting, he passed on the draft of his speech to Jet, who then passed it on to the captains, who in turn passed it on to the squads, and finally the squads told each soldier.

It is essential to repeatedly instruct and brainwash them.

Some things, once you start talking about them, actually come true.

They told the same story at different times and in different places.

"We are the army of the King of the Valley!"
"Everything we have was given to us by the King of the Valley, and now the Holy See wants to destroy it all!"
"The Vatican claims this is the will of the gods, they call our king a blasphemer, and they want to judge our king!"
"Not only that, they want to capture us, force us to return to our old lives, and tell us, 'That kind of life was much better!'"

"Damn it!"
"They don't care about us at all! They just want to watch us suffer!"

"On this land, besides our parents and wives, only our king will be considerate of us, care for us, love us, and treat us gently!"

"The rest of us are not worthy of being our loyalists!"
"We must survive! We must live! Live well!"

"But they're driving us to our deaths!"
"They can't give us what we have now! But they want to take away what we have now!"
"If this is what the Vatican wants to do, if this is what those priests want to do..."

"Then! We'll fight them to the bitter end!"
"Defend our right to live! Defend our right to live!"

"If you ask who we are, I will tell you: we are the army of the King of the Valley! And the army of all who suffer!"

"Long live the King of the Valley! Long live the King!!"

There will be two more chapters this evening as an extra update for the Alliance Leader.

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