Chapter 815: Chapter 156: Patrol Team and Tremors
Ingrid’s speech was the final straw that broke the cal’s back, causing the hidden rebel forces within Dragon Head City to wail in despair.
The Empire’s propaganda departnt still sowhat underestimated the influence of the Amanata Church in people’s hearts.
The public’s attitude towards the Ashen Empire shifted from initial hostility and resistance to acceptance and compliance, albeit reluctantly, which was still much better than when the Empire had first stationed its forces.
The rebel forces, who once saw Ingrid, a bishop of the Amanata Church, as their spiritual leader, were now in complete disarray, with continuous internal conflicts.
Even many clergyn who used to enjoy a life of privilege could no longer tolerate this life of hiding and chose to submit to the Empire, turning their comrades’ information into their credentials.
anwhile, based on the information received, the Empire Official issued arrest warrants and released missions, attracting countless players who poured into various cities of North Aisier, becoming a nightmare in the minds and eyes of the rebel organizations.
…
In the basent, silence pervaded, and the air seed almost to solidify.
After Ingrid’s speech, the situation beca even more severe.
The Dawn Holy Army was in turmoil, with many deserting; in just a few days, half of the mbers of the Dawn Holy Army, once numbering hundreds and deeply rooted under Dragon Head City, were either captured or had deserted.
Now, they were even struggling to protect themselves, let alone overthrow the Empire and restore the Amanata Church—such thoughts had beco a luxury.
Yarn, leaning his head on his hand, looked exhausted and spoke in a heavy voice, “Everyone, let’s discuss your thoughts…”
“How could Lady Ingrid submit to that evil dragon! She must have been subjected to so evil Spell!” soone exclaid.
“It’s all over, Fier has been captured too…”
“Just two days ago, Devant also defected. Damn, they’ve all been bewitched by that evil dragon!”
Finally, Yarn interrupted their argunt, saying, “This place is no longer safe. If we continue like this, we’ll all be captured by the Ashen Empire in one fell swoop.”
“What should we do then?”
Yarn sighed, “We… should leave this land. I’ve contacted the Harpist Alliance, and they are willing to provide us a refuge in the South.”
“Are we really going to give up our holand and beco cowardly deserters?” soone asked, puzzled.
Despite the undisguised sarcasm in the questioner’s tone, Yarn remained unangered.
He looked up at the ceiling where the Sun God’s Holy Emblem was, and said softly, “Blind bravery will only evolve into stupidity. We, the Dawn Holy Army, can’t afford to lose any more fighting force.”
“As for overthrowing the Ashen Empire and restoring Collins City to Amanata’s glory, that has to be a long-term plan. It is said that Lord Titus, the ‘Wings of Dawn,’ plans to gather those willing to resist the tyranny of the Ashen Empire and build a large alliance. We might be able to…”
Just then, Yarn noticed the ceiling seed to be slightly shaking, with dust falling down, and his expression suddenly changed.
“What is that?”
“Is it the Imperial People attacking?” The people cried out in panic.
Yarn quickly took out the Pastor’s Mace from within his robe, prepared to cast a group teleportation spell, and shouted, “Enemy attack! Dodge, and I’ll teleport us out of here!”
“FBI open the door!”
“Open up, checking the water ter!”
As expected, arrogant shouts ca from above their heads, accompanied by the shrill beeping of a ti bomb.
“Boom!”
With a loud explosion, stones flew around, and dust filled the room as the ceiling decorated with the Holy Emblem was blown apart, and a dozen players skillfully breached the wall, landing in the spacious basent.
“Everyone down! Justice enforcent!”
“You’re all under arrest!”
The players drew out new-style firearms, shooting at the mbers of the Dawn Holy Army with bullets and wide-open nets, capturing the enemies within them.
“More rewards for capturing alive!”
“Use the capture net gun!”
The mbers of the Dawn Holy Army resisted with knives, guns, bows, and Divine Arts, but their counterattacks seed insignificant under the skilled operations of the players.
“Woof woof! Bark bark!”
The players released chanical dogs inside the basent, which barked madly and pounced on the enemies, their teeth releasing currents enough to stun a person.
“For the Sun!”
Several Paladins from the Dawn Holy Army roared, raising their Great Swords together, their bodies emitting dazzling light.
However, the next mont, the players’ Dispel Magic and Antimagic Rays hit the Paladins one after another, causing their armor to dim.
“Prepare to die!”
The Dragon Vein Bald Monk bellowed, charging directly into the formation of Paladins, his fists pounding like raindrops, infusing Resonating Qi into their bodies.
The Monk channeled the Resonating Qi, causing the bodies of the Paladins to explode violently, armor shards, blood, and flesh flying everywhere—that was the renowned Monk player “Mighty Heavenly Dragon.”
Now he had leveled up to Level Eleven, a Supernatural Level powerhouse even on the Fianso Continent, easily dealing with the Dawn Holy Sect Army mbers.
“Starfallen…”
Looking around, Yarn’s spirits plumted; now, his only option was to survive by whatever ans possible and take away as many people as he could.
However, following the players was also a Half-Dragon, clearly a soldier of the Ashen Empire, but his figure seed sowhat familiar to Yarn.
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