Tarron was nothing but worried, turning to frown at his assistants. "Prepare to get in touch with Milo Konos. We''re going to rify our stance."


    "Yes, Sir," his assistant chorused.


    They had prepared for the worst to be here, including sacrificing themselves.


    Just then, the me Dragon Church militia had been steadily retreating under the attack of the church militia knights. Cameron was badly wounded, and could hardly keep going anymore.


    The Scorpion Army had also crossed the border, and the thirty thousand soldiers had received orders from Milo to go forth as well.


    The Church of the me Dragon Lord looked like it was going down for sure.


    Just then, however, a slim figure d in long white robes appeared within sight, making her way into the battlefield.


    Behind her was an overwhelming sea of people. It was hard to even tell how many people there were in there.


    Tarron widened his eyes in shock. What was this?


    The woman in white was none other than the Patron Saint of the Church of the me Dragon Lord, Catherine Sharpe. Behind her were twenty thousand faithful believers of the church, all of them making their way towards the battlefield.


    Catherine stood on the edge of the battlefield, raising her hands and shouting, "Glory is of the Church of the me Dragon Lord. May the spirit of the me Dragon Lord be with us!"


    At the same time, the twenty thousand believers got on their knees and began to pray.


    A red-hot glow emitted off Catherine as she waved her hands, and a blinding red glow enveloped the Church of the me Dragon Lord''s church militia.


    Natural charm.


    In the blink of an eye, the members of the church militia''s eyes grew bloodshot. Their chests heaved heavily, and they almost threw themselves at the knights.


    The battle grew even more intense.


    Catherine''s natural charm, coupled with the believers'' prayers forged a power of belief that sent the members of the church militia into a frenzy of rage.


    They threw themselves into the battle even more fiercely than the knights could, uncaring of the knights'' cross swords as they drove their own swords into the bodies of the enemy ruthlessly. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.


    Under these terrifying circumstances, the knights'' gusto seemed to take a hit.


    Within what seemed like the blink of an eye, the Church of the me Dragon Lord''s militia seemed to have regained their spirit. The knights, on the other hand, began to fall weaker in a steady retreat.


    Tarron was in shock.


    He knew that the Church of the me Dragon Lord had a Patron Saint who was said to have the power to convert anyone who listened to her speak into a believer of the church.


    Tarron had not expected this Patron Saint to have such terrifying abilities.


    Even from a distance where Tarron was sitting, he seemed to be taken by an urge to enter the battlefield and fight for the Church of the me Dragon Lord.


    Just then, Michael''s expression was starting to get ugly.


    Gary saw this and raised his hand. The Scorpion Army quickened their footsteps, and the defense soldiers began to march into the battlefield as well.


    However, an enormous figure swooped down from the heavens.


    The me serpent had appeared above the defense soldiers. It let out a cry of fury, spitting out several gigantic balls of fire in session thatnded amidst the sea of soldiers.


    The balls of fire exploded, drowning the soldiers in a sea of mes. Countless soldiers fell to the ground amidst cries of agony, before getting charred to a crisp. Milo''s expression shifted.


    Gary had no choice but to order the Scorpion Army soldiers to turn the barrels of their guns on the me serpent in a ruthless, intense attack.


    However, the serpent had the entire sky to avoid the bullets, soaring high into the clouds one second and swooping down to spit out fireballs the next. Even the most powerful weapons of the Scorpion Army could notnd a single attack on the serpent, but the defense soldiers'' casualties continued to grow.


    Michael was furious at the sight. He took out his holy me sword, rising into the air.


    "I''m your opponent!"


    Wilbur let out a cry, taking out the historical halberd and soaring over to intercept Michael.