Oriel seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and led the divine officers to initiate the charge.
On the ravaged battlefield of the Sorrowful Wind Small World, the smoke rolled ferociously like a monstrous beast, dyeing the sky with a grim hue.
Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons interwove, composing a cruel war dirge.
Just as Oriel and the others launched their charge, dozens of figures sped towards the believers of the Evil God like lightning.
Their speed was incredible, diving into the enemy ranks in the blink of an eye.
These figures wore no equipment, only simple clothes, radiating a determined and resolute glow during the charge, as if they had long forsaken thoughts of life and death.
The believers of the Evil God were caught off guard by this sudden assault but quickly reacted, waving their weapons fiercely at these figures.
The weapons easily pierced their bodies, and blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath them red.
