"The Courland Sword Friends Monastic Knights, all three hundred and forty people, are here to greet you!"
"The Knights of Karato Kabanuye, all one hundred and eighteen, are here to greet you!"
"The Knights of Santo Stefano, the Tuscan Legion, all 257 people, are here to greet you!"
…
Several square groups of paladins were ready to go and were loudly reporting to the figure in front.
The white pointed hood, the obvious cross badge, and the eagle-billed helmet and other attires indicate the identities of these people.
Here are the church arms from different regions.
"here we go!"
Anderson looked at the power belonging to the church not far away, the figures of the soldiers holding flags and weapons high, and spoke slowly.
Now his emotions are a little complicated.
What can extraordinary beings do in this kind of war?
The church's hidden armed forces around the world have been assembled, and standing behind him are all the members of Section 13.
At this time, his former proud disciple was being hoisted by a helicopter on a podium in mid-air, shouting loudly:
"Kill all the infidels and monsters, that's what my teacher taught me..."
The new Archbishop Maxwell is mobilizing on the front end.
Anderson frowned when he heard Maxwell's words. He was feeling sorry for his former disciple.
[What can a church leader who does not understand mercy do?]
Father Anderson thought with some suspicion.
The church is the Lord's will on earth, but it has become the weapon of the guy who holds power.
He will not shy away from fighting for his beliefs, but what is the point of launching a war for unjust goals?
What Maxwell told Father Anderson was definitely not the whole story.
Father Anderson suspected that this was Maxwell cooperating with the Last Brigade for power.
What could be more convincing in preaching the Lord’s gospel than saving the world?
Obviously, his disciples had already embarked on a path that he did not allow.
"cut!"
Father Anderson gritted his teeth and clutched the cross on his chest.
You can also see signs of exertion on the hand holding the Bible.
The fighting force present is not small. The church has gathered 3,000 combatants from all over the world.
Each of them is a warrior for the Lord, with the determination to devote everything to their faith.
They are not a militia organization like the Osiris Club, they are the regular army of the church fighting against monsters!
Each one has combat power above that of top special forces. In the battle with monsters, they are constantly consumed and replenished.
Each of the three thousand people standing here has the ability to defeat small groups of monsters alone.
They are all the strength the church has put into this war.
Those real elite powers are still hidden in the snow. Perhaps the church feels that this power is enough to solve the problem.
It may also be that they don't have much confidence in Maxwell.
However, Father Anderson believed that Maxwell had a plan in mind. After all, his ambition to become a "big shot" would not allow him to allow himself to fail.
And all the news about the final brigade was only passed on after passing through Maxwell. This guy must know some secret information.
But Father Anderson was still a little uneasy.
"Father Anderson, the task of your Thirteenth Division is to monitor Integra of Hessing and keep an eye on their actions at all times."
Maxwell held the microphone and arranged the tasks in a condescending manner, and Father Anderson's dissatisfaction became more and more intense.
It's just that at this time, he still had the slightest illusion. After all, Maxwell was his most proud disciple.
It's just that this tolerance may soon turn into compassion to help him escape.
"Respect the Archbishop's orders!"
Father Anderson accepted the order in a calm tone, and it was exactly what he wanted.
Blood Queen Neve and Vampire Accardo are now under the control of the Helsing Agency. If given the chance, Father Anderson would not mind killing these two monsters while monitoring them.
He was so prepared that even the holy flame began to burn in the palm of his hand that was pressing the Bible.
It's just that now he doesn't even want to mention the name of his former disciple.
Father Anderson knows the true power of the church better than Maxwell, and only calling the angels to come is the real trump card.
Maxwell obviously didn't know this, or he knew it but didn't care.
But it made no difference to Father Anderson.
"Why do we exist!?"
Father Anderson shouted with a low roar. He turned around and looked at the companions dressed as priests behind him, with his head slightly lowered.
These colleagues dressed as priests are incompatible with those paladins because they are "betrayers" Section 13!
"We are the 'betrayers'! 'The traitor' Judas!"
The assembled priests responded neatly to Father Anderson's inquiry. Their tone was calm but showed enthusiasm.
For these priests, Father Anderson is the most conspicuous flag. They don't care how they are evaluated by other believers, just like Father Anderson never cares about what other people call him.
"'Betrayer', what do you hold in your right hand?"
Father Anderson showed his white teeth, and his voice became passionate as if to suppress his inner disapproval of Maxwell's actions.
Father Anderson is full of trust and pride for his colleagues in Section 13.
"Dagger and poison!"
The priests began to move forward in unison, and they were about to head to the battlefield that belonged to them.
"'Betrayer', what do you hold in your left hand?"
Father Anderson watched his colleagues slowly walk past him and continued to ask questions in an urgent voice.
"Thirty pieces of silver and straw rope!"
When the priests responded to Father Anderson's question, they all lowered their heads and spoke piously.
Even the movements of tightly grasping the cross on the chest are uniform.
"What are you, 'betrayers'?"
This time Anderson did not wait for an answer, but instead sang loudly with his colleagues:
“We apostles are not apostles, believers are not believers, believers are not believers, and traitors are not traitors.
We only serve one thing! We only stoop to receive favors, and we only stoop to defeat disobedients!
A dead soldier who wielded a dagger in the dark and poisoned his dinner!
We are the Dead Apostles, a swarm of Dead Apostles! We are the Assassin ‘Betrayer’ Judas! When the time comes, throw thirty pieces of silver into the shrine and hang yourself with a straw rope!”
Father Anderson turned around and walked among the ranks of priests, followed by his two disciples, heading to the front line.
"Then we will gather together and go to hell together! I only hope to fight against the 7,459,26 hungry ghosts in hell!"
A loud roar came from the priest's team, and the other paladins watched silently as the priest from Section 13 took the lead.
The brief shout suppressed all the doubts in Father Anderson's mind. As long as there was an enemy in front of him, he would only think about one thing.
That is the angle from which the bayonet inserted into the hand can kill the target faster.
It is mentioned in the apocryphal book "Messiah" that the seven hundred and forty-five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six hungry ghosts are the number of angels who followed the angel of the Morning Star and rebelled into hell.
They account for one-third of all angels.
All the priests in the Thirteenth Division of "Betraitors" only want to fight against God's enemies. What the Lord hates is exactly what they have to deal with.
To be continued...