An army of one hundred thousand has gathered there.
Like Lin Qing and the local army of the Holy Empire, they were hired by the local mercenary guild.
Their sanctuaries dot the horizon, their palatial exteriors aweing to the knights of Los Angeles.
"Wow, how many knights are there?"
"It looks like about a hundred thousand?"
"Titan seems to have about a hundred of them."
Although the Luo tribe has made great progress, no one has ever seen more than 100,000 knights.
During the two years of Lin Qing's military service, in the many wars he witnessed, even if he added soldiers from both sides, he had never seen a hundred thousand troops.
"Is this the mighty Imperial Army?"
Bar Locke Empire and Holy Arthurian Empire.
One of them is Lin Qing's enemy.
"There is still a long way to go, if the Pakistan Locke Empire can mobilize so much power..." Lin Qing felt physically and mentally exhausted at this moment. "Ninety-two Seven"
The guide said to the knights: "Hey, don't be so surprised. I heard that there are 150,000 troops rushing to the capital."
"What? One hundred and fifty thousand?
"Phew! We intend to harass the rebels."
After hearing what the guide said, the knights were amazed.
When breakfast time came, white smoke rose everywhere.
The soldiers were eating hard rye bread and hot soup.
They wear white tunics with crosses on chains.
Holy Arthur Central Army of the Nian Empire.
Soldiers wore tunics, the same basic attire, but different colors and insignia, belonging to different territories.
Well, the attire of the Holy Empire Army hasn't changed much after five hundred years.
Are they so true to their heritage?
Unlike ordinary soldiers, few mercenaries also wore tunics.
Most people only wear thick coats, and only mercenaries who make a lot of money wear breastplates.
Anyway, the mercenaries wear various styles of armor and attire, and they can be recognized at a glance.
The knights looked at this group of men with knight physiques and brown priestly uniforms suspiciously.
Because their weapons are maces.
"Ah! They are monks, the pride of our holy Arthurian empire."
The knight who heard the guide asked for an explanation: "Monk?"
"Yes, some of the monks in the temple are learning martial arts, and even become combatants.
The real strength of monks is not their combat effectiveness.
When they recite the sacred prayer, a green film will form around the body, and the physical and physical strength of nearby soldiers and monks will be significantly improved.
"In addition, their body's recovery ability will also be enhanced, and minor injuries can be treated by themselves."
"Those bloody bastards..."
Lin Qing heard the guide snort.
During his days as the demon king Simon, the Holy Army was the most difficult to deal with.
The most incomprehensible thing is that his army's combat power has declined due to the powerful divine power of the Holy Army.
The guide went on to say: "Maybe he went to the Southern Continent to learn martial arts, the Great Song Empire, even the nobles there, are not allowed to carry weapons to improve physical fitness and martial skills.
"But coming to the battlefield with bare hands..."
Lin Qing, who had been with the soldiers for a while, came to the location of the fourth squadron.
There he meets Orr again.
Orr arranged a tent for them, and then took Lin Qing to the other side.
"I'm just curious, do you have a titan?"
"Titan?"
"Marcus says he'll give more money to mercenaries who have titans. If you have titans, bring them right away.
Orr guessed that Lin Qing was a knight dressed as a mercenary.
Although he does not belong to their mercenary guild, Lin Qing works in their mercenary guild, and they will also benefit from it.
"I do have a titan."
Lin Qing prepared several titans, including Kratos, in his subspace bracelet.
"The earl said he had a plan to support the army with iron demons.
"Really?" Lin Qing asked.
"That's right, Marcus is the cousin of the Prince Regent, Archbishop Li Ding, and the richest man in the country."
"That's why the mercenaries of the 4th Squadron are very proud.
In any case, Lin Qing has nothing to lose.
Lin Qing looked at Zhang Xun who was on the side.
Seeing Lin Qing's gesture, Zhang Xun left here with the nearby knights.
"After lunch, I will tell you the details of the mission and the distribution of troops.
Lin Qing grabbed Orr's hand: "Will the Pope attend the ceremony?"
"Why do you want to know?" Al asked curiously.
"You know what? If His Majesty blesses me, the arrows that shoot at me will fly in the wrong place.
Even mercenaries are used to war, and it doesn't matter if they die with bow and sword.
Therefore, there is no war mercenary who does not have one or two spells in his hand.
"I heard from Count Marcus that the Pope feels sorry for those who are struggling in this empire, and that instead Archbishop Lidin is celebrating Mass...."
When Lin Qing heard this, she felt displeased.
Lin Qing originally had no intention of participating in the civil war, but his purpose of participating in the civil war was to look at the Pope's face during the ceremony.
However, it's too early to be disappointed.
If he could make a contribution in the civil war, he might be able to meet the Pope.
Lena, I will definitely see you!
Thinking of Leina's face, Lin Qing clenched her fists.
Three days later, all the armies gathered and held a grand ceremony on the wasteland.
Archbishop Li Ding and other senior priests and nobles of the empire attended the opening ceremony, and people from the capital gathered like sand.
However, the expressions of the onlookers were full of disappointment.
Like Lin Qing, they all wished to meet the Pope and see the miracles she performed.
Unaware of popular support, Archbishop Li Ding, who had finished the Mass, began to give a speech.
"Those who do not believe in the apostles, those who are blinded by power, those who stir up the simple-minded, how can such people go unpunished?"
"Retribution for Unbelievers!"
"Retribution! Retribution!"
Perhaps, they have been told.
The troops led by the central government responded resoundingly to Li Ding's speech.
At this moment, other mercenaries joined in and shouted.
As the atmosphere became heated, Li Ding and the other high priests divined and blessed the soldiers together.
The cheers of the blessed soldiers and mercenaries grew louder. However, Lin Qing just grinned.
"boring"
The ceremony lasted more than three hours.
After the ceremony, the four major armies with a total of 150,000 troops began to march towards Conrad.
"My God, I made a big mistake!"
Thirty years ago, in the north of the Holy Empire, there was a kingdom called Mir.
Known as a tyrant, the emperor of the country mocked the people who looked up to the pope and committed the act of burning the temple of El Cassel.
At that time, Gregory led the Holy Guard and captured the Carl Zell Empire.
For Gray, faith and the Pope are of absolute importance to protect at all costs.
"So, sorry, Your Majesty."
"Since I am thinking of a dead friend and our long friendship, let it pass. But, if you make another disrespectful statement to the Pope, I will not stand idly by," he snapped. .
