Chapter 506 Broken-Winged Bird (IV)

"The target of our operation is a large enemy base located at the salient point of the battle line."

Levins, who was sent by the Holy See to summon him, looked at the battle map in front of him with a high-spirited expression.

After paying 50,000 casualties of the Atonement Army, the Holy See's troops successfully advanced the existing front line twenty kilometers and confirmed that all enemy outposts had been destroyed or evacuated on their own.

On the battlefield map, the outposts that originally belonged to the enemy have been marked with a disappeared X, and the outposts that were originally marked on the map have been neatly marked with an X.

When the Holy See's troops arrived at the scene, only an empty camp was left.

There are no traces of those 'human' outposts on the visible front.

They were able to spread out their scouts and continue exploring, and came across the forward trade center in the center of the entire battle line.

The tower that stands on the ground plains, wrapped in the shadow cast by the sky island, was once a large mining station of the Island-Round Alliance, and is now a heavy fortress used to process the resources collected by the lords in the 'war zone'.

A resource distribution center built by Standard Mining.

The closer the resource distribution center is to the front line, the shorter the time it takes for the lords to travel back and forth...

Of course, Standard Mining will charge a part of the ‘handling fee’ in this process, about 20% of the transaction fee.

If there is no frontline resource distribution center as the fulcrum of defense, they will need a long time to return to various small markets organized by the lords themselves within the defense zone to trade, and the time and resource loss is much higher than the 20% transaction fee.

Fair and impartial.

"According to the investigation of the Frontline Atonement Army and the Hound Sisters, this is their frontline center. It can be directly observed that there are heavy aerospace ships here delivering resources to the entire front."

Levins tapped the table.

"I believe that as long as we besiege this fortress, we can force their fleet out... The three-month lifespan of this batch of Holy Army is almost up. Just consume it and replace it with the next batch. Let the Privy Council increase the number of the Atonement Army by another 500,000. The amount is too fast to consume 50,000 in one month.”

He looked down at the other papal officials sitting in the magnificent conference hall. The faces of these young people wearing exquisite robes had excitement and a little fanaticism.

A month of consecutive victories allowed him to gradually remove Solta's command and replace him with his own people.

As long as there is support from the Privy Council, anyone can take this position...then why can't it be replaced by someone from their faction.

The command changed again and again, from the conservative special commissioner Solta to the more radical Levins.

"The Privy Council is very satisfied with the technical equipment we obtained from the enemy and believes that this weapon can effectively strengthen the management of the Holy See."

Victory, constant victory, even the Privy Council is trumpeting their victory in the God-given world.

The enemy flees in the wind, like chickens and dogs, and collapses at the first touch.

This group of young people from the Holy See believe that they are here to make achievements, or in other words... they are here to pick peaches.

They only need to give orders to achieve feats that they could not even imagine before.

Just like the special correspondents who once stepped into this world.

All they heard in their ears was the sound of victory. After reaping the dividends, the decadent war machine of the Holy See began to spin, trying to water the tree called profit with more blood.

Solta, who has become a marginalized figure, can only sit at the bottom and sweat.

The only difference was the group of vanguard officers sitting at the end of the table wearing armbands. They all looked disapprovingly at Levins who was delivering a lofty speech.

"I think we should at least make a more detailed action plan first... We have professional auxiliary officers." Yweier lowered his head and looked at the meeting content he had written down, thinking why he should take this extra step...

"Miss Evell...Bishop Levins let these..." A young priest stood up and glanced at the well-disguised lords watching behind the vanguard: "Let these undead people step in This place respects your performance very much.”

Let alone getting them to participate in the designated process of entering the plan, this is absolutely impossible.

If you participate, you will have to take out an extra piece when dividing the cake afterwards.

"We are here to assist you." Susie said with a frown.

"Don't forget, you are 'invited' to come and help us." The young priest emphasized the word "invited": "There is no seat for you here. I think you are The first batch of pioneers to arrive in this world have reserved a place for you.”

"As for these undead people...how do we know they are not from the opposite side..." The young priest became more and more serious as he spoke, and Evele's face became quite ugly.

She was thinking, maybe she should rebel against this rubbish Holy See.

She worked hard to prepare for battle, make action plans, and communicate with the lords who had taken refuge in her.

The worst thing about being caught in the middle is that there are no people on either side.

"Wins, that's enough." Levins scolded his men: "Miss Evell, I apologize to you for his speech..."

The red-faced and white-faced people sang together, and under the hypocritical performance, the clay figurine was still quite angry.

If the vanguard troops present had not taken into account that this was the conference hall of the Holy See headquarters, they would have picked up their white gloves and smashed them in the face.

Have a hearty martial arts training.

Evell sneered.

In their view, there is more than one way to victory. Since there is more than one way...the important thing is who can make the right decision to win, and then reward them based on their merits.

At this time, they want to show their generosity by inviting the vanguards, but when it comes to assisting, they worry that their credit will be divided.

This is the case with Solta and Levins.

She remembered the three lords who came to send the message on behalf of the group of "enemies", and suddenly realized why they said it was just a notice...

The undead don't care about the vanguards, and the Church doesn't care about the vanguards.

The main force of the Church even asked them, the vanguards, to "remain neutral".

Even if they supported one-fifth of the defense line, they relied on the undead lords to fight back and forth with the enemy.

They were abandoned here.

Whether it was the enemy or their own people, no one left them a chair at the dining table.

"If God wants to destroy them, he must first make them crazy." Susie muttered a word she didn't know where she learned from.

Worrying about gains and losses will not accomplish anything.

"Then I wish you all the best."

Yves stood up, propped up her fingertips, and let her white church robe fall down.

She felt that her long hair was very troublesome, so she stretched out her hand to tie up her hair with a cloth strip, but the depression in her chest became deeper.

"Oh, by the way, the Privy Council has already named 'them', don't you want to listen to it, Miss Yves?" Levins called the holy warrior who was about to leave: "After all, you have such a group of people under your command..."

"What?" Yves asked.

"They are natural disasters, they will take away all resources, immortal natural disasters." Levins said: "Only after the curtain is lifted can we see the essence of their madness, and the Church will eradicate this madness... They are just foreign objects with human shells, and they cannot inherit the name of humans."

They are afraid, afraid of the unknown, afraid of things they cannot understand.

All the young priests present felt unprecedented glory, and the face of the lord following Yves became extremely ugly.

"Please don't worry about whether we will win, Paladin Yves, we will definitely win."

Levins pressed his chest and recited the scriptures from the Book of Light.

"The deeper the darkness, the stronger the light."