"The Angel Legion is about to descend, and you vile traitors against God will definitely be punished! You will all go to hell!" the Cardinal in red, Saint Duris, hysterically yelled. "God of Light above, everything you say is a lie! Do not believe anything these traitors say. The angels are merciful, they are the spokespersons of God, the merciful God of Light, who forever watches over us from the heavens!"

"..." Everyone was speechless, witnessing what true obstinacy looked like in Saint Duris.

"God's spokespersons? Let's see what these spokespersons of God have been doing behind our backs." The Pope handed another memory crystal to Sage Joanne.

The magic recording played again. This time, it was not about Rody, but the angels.

In the scene, dozens of dual-winged angels were arranged in a huge formation at a mysterious altar in the Evil Forest. Human soldiers stood nearby. The angels chanted and prayed for a while, then had the human soldiers step into the altar. Soon, all the soldiers screamed as their bodies melted into blood, collapsing on the altar.

Through the sacrifice of thousands of human soldiers, mysterious lights flickered on the altar, and a massive pillar of light arose.

The mighty angels continued their prayers. Meanwhile, a four-winged angel and two mighty angels arrived with the human Temple Knights, numbering over two thousand, escorting more than three thousand slaves. These slaves included humans, half-orcs, dwarves, and goblin goblins.

This time, the ones sacrificed on the altar were not human soldiers, but these three thousand slaves.

The Temple Knights herded the slaves into the altar, where they screamed and melted into blood, disappearing into the light pillar.

The massive light pillar, fueled by the sacrifice of thousands of lives, grew larger and eventually turned into a blood-red portal in time and space. The colossal vortex spun wildly, flashing dazzling light.

Everyone was already stunned, but the next scene filled them with righteous indignation.

From the blood-red portal, a race considered inferior and a disaster to humanity since historical records began, appeared. They were centaurs, with human upper bodies and horse lower bodies, charging out of the time-space vortex.

Everyone understood then.

The centaurs, indeed summoned by the angels, were closely related to them. The information from the Thieves Guild was correct.

All this time, the world had been deceived by the angels, fooled and played with without realizing it. The angels used these centaur troops to raid the human world, then appeared at the right moment to drive them away, earning human trust. This was a perfect strategy to kill two birds with one stone. People were so thoroughly deceived by the angels, living in lies for thousands of years...

"Not just the centaurs, but also the demon race, are allies of the angels," the Pope revealed the shocking truth.

Another scene showed Cardinal Saint Duris with the Temple Knights arranging the centaur troops. It was clearly recorded: Saint Duris not only provided the centaurs with abundant food but also sent human women in cages as gifts to the centaur leaders.

Just as people were furiously about to tear Saint Duris apart, they saw him visiting the demon camp, delivering intelligence about Saint Song and Rody City to the Demon General.

People suddenly realized why every demon raid was so timely and unexpected; a shameful traitor had been providing them with information all along. With such intelligence, it was no surprise that the demon army's attacks were effective. Although people couldn't hear the specifics of Saint Duris's conversation with the Demon General, they believed that Saint Duris must have conspired with the demon race against Rody.

The fourth scene depicted a meeting between a four-winged Archangel and the Demon Marshal.

These two, seemingly discussing terms, stood face to face, pointing at a magic map like intimate comrades-in-arms, conspiring some unspeakable plot.

The sight was so shocking that people would have never believed it to be true if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

The final magic image was even more infuriating. General Quentin led the veterans of Rody City to negotiate with the Orcs, but they were ambushed by the Centaur Legion. From another angle, it was seen that, several kilometers behind the Centaur army, angels were directing and healing the injured Centaur soldiers, constantly encouraging them to charge the veterans' camp.

Before Rody could arrive to assist, two mighty angels even attempted to deceive the veterans into opening the back gate of their camp for the waiting Centaur Legion to storm in.

But General Quentin refused, and the enraged angels led the Centaur Legion in a frenzied attack from the rear, attempting to catch General Quentin in a pincer attack. Despite the valiant self-sacrifice of General Quentin and several other generals, they were still hard-pressed to resist. Just in time, Orc powerhouses stealthily ambushed and annihilated the Centaur force, with the Fifth Orc Marshal Colin Cha and the Shaman Witch King killing the two mighty angels, finally relieving the veterans’ rear concerns... Soon after, Rody arrived with his elite squad, and only then did the distant angels command the Centaur Legion to retreat.

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If it hadn't been for the mighty angels and the Centaur's sneak attack, General Quentin and his men wouldn't have died; there would have been no need for their heroic self-sacrifice.

Once the truth was broadcast, the hearts of all people felt bloodily torn by the merciless reality.

These angels, appearing holy on the outside, were committing acts even more dreadful than demons.

Why did the angels and the temple insist on putting Rody to death? The reason was simple: Rody was a threat to their grand plans. These beings, more evil and hypocritical than demons, sought to control humanity. But Rody firmly opposed them, and thus, humanity's hope, its hero, the miraculous young Rody, became a thorn in their side.

"Kill Saint Duris, kill! We only need Rody, not these angels. Let them all die!" the people roared in anger.

"Brothers, we must break away from Saint Song and follow Rody!" Parts of the Saint Song Grand Alliance's soldiers also defected.

"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable…"

"Our only task is to slaughter these mongrels, kill them!"

As the people howled in grief and anger, a huge pillar of light descended over Saint Song Fortress. The holy light shone brightly, piercing the dark, cloudy sky. Thousands of winged troops flew out from the massive pillar, led by a six-winged Principal Angel with golden wings. He roared loudly, thunderously angry at the Pope's revelation and rebellion.

From the distant earth, the sound of thunderous roars rose, like thousands of soldiers charging.

Countless Centaurs appeared on the distant horizon, forming a line that thickened and drew closer, resembling a black tide with earth-shaking sounds, far exceeding a force of two hundred thousand.

The encircling Centaur Legion was just a part, with even larger and more numerous human enemies coming from another side.

Black and blood-red pillars of light descended, and countless ugly monsters never seen before by humans emerged, snarling and surrounding them. The demon army, which had been fighting against Rody City, also formed a huge swarm, countless in number, and surged forward like a covering blanket.

Saint Duris, initially panic-stricken, immediately became emboldened upon seeing this scene.

"Soldiers of Saint Song, listen to me. If you want to live, to be rewarded, to gain wealth and honor, then follow the command of Archangel Andrei. Listen, only by annihilating our enemies, the evil Necromancer Rody and his despicable accomplices, will you have a bright future. Soldiers, if you obey, countless gold coins and beauties await you, along with honor and status. Everything you need and desire will be within your reach!" The words of Cardinal Saint Duris stirred many soldiers’ hearts.

Working for anyone is still working, and now is not the time to talk about justice and truth.

The Angel Legion clearly overpowered the pitiful human coalition, with the support of the Centaur Legion and the demon race. Opposing them now would be tantamount to seeking death.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Saint Song Temple Knights and the soldiers of Gales, Redland, and Big Frey were the first to respond, choosing to stay within the Saint Song Grand Alliance. They felt that even if they did not participate in the battle, it was better than standing behind Rody and facing certain death.

A few impassioned soldiers, shouting, ran towards Rody's side, hoping for his protection.

Meanwhile, the previously neutral soldiers and civilians, led by the elderly King Norn and the heads of various countries, quickly moved towards Rody City's formation.

"At this critical moment of human survival, the first thing we need to determine is our leader. We must have someone who can absolutely lead us out of danger to victory. Tell me, who do you wish this person to be?" the Pope came before Rody and shouted to the people.

"Rody!" Millions responded thunderously.

"At this moment of life and death for humanity, Rody, tell me, what do you want to tell us?" the Pope loudly asked Rody.

"Victory!" Rody, shielding his mother behind him, raised his fist and roared fiercely.

"Victory... Long live!" Everyone excitedly raised their arms, dense like a forest. In this moment, everyone's hearts were united, feeling the power and cohesion of human unity.

"Well done, Rody, this is exactly what I hoped for." A tall, one-armed old man appeared, slowly walking towards Rody.

To their surprise, people recognized this one-armed old man as the legendary Marshal Vondesman, who was thought to have died in battle. He was alive! But upon closer inspection, people were saddened to see that Marshal Vondesman had not only lost an arm but also a right leg, and had a deep scar in his left eye socket. His chest, exposed outside his clothes, was covered with numerous scars.

Marshal Vondesman had not died, but after such severe injuries, he still came to support them. Seeing this old commander, people couldn't help but tear up.

He had dedicated everything to the Saint Song Grand Alliance, but in the end, he couldn't save it.

Or perhaps it can be said that in the end, humanity didn't save the Saint Song Grand Alliance for him. When this old commander appeared, people felt guilty, including King Norn.

"Marshal..." Rody ran towards the old commander and embraced Marshal Vondesman tightly.

"No, Rody, the Grand Marshal of humanity is you! Listen, the era of old soldiers has passed. Now, humanity's hope lies only in you, the young! Grand Marshal, please allow Vondesman, this old soldier, to join the battle!" Vondesman, returning from the brink of death, raised Rody's hand high, announcing to the world that he was passing the mantle of the Human Alliance's Grand Marshal to this young man.

"Annihilate the traitors against God!" The golden-winged Principal Angel Andrei drew his holy sword, pointing it as tens of thousands of winged birdmen, over two hundred thousand Centaurs, countless monster legions, and a countless demon army charged frantically towards the formation of Rody City's soldiers.

At this moment, humanity had nothing but their flesh and blood to defend themselves.

Without walls or fortresses, no high ground or forests, not even marshes or trenches, the human phalanx lacked any form of cover. All eyes were on Rody; at this moment, people could only hope that this miraculous boy, as in the past, would immediately devise a perfect battle plan and continue leading them towards a miraculous victory.

In terms of both combat power and numbers, the human side was at a significant disadvantage.

Although their total number exceeded two hundred thousand, about a hundred thousand were either slave soldiers or logistics troops with almost no combat capability. Some were civilians who came in support of Rody, many of whom were weak women. The soldiers from neutral countries, coming from hundreds of nations, had never coordinated before and could only fight independently, mainly to protect the heads of their states, unable to form a strong phalanx.

Many soldiers were limited by their profession in terms of combat power. For example, the cavalry, who now, even if they had horses, couldn't charge; the strongest cavalry troops were reduced to their weakest.

Could only the thirty thousand soldiers from Rody City protect the lives of the hundred and twenty thousand others?

People dared not imagine, for their hearts held no thought of victory. Their only reliance was on the miraculous boy before them.

Everyone could only blindly believe in him, hoping he could turn the tide and lead them out of the siege, achieving a miraculous turnaround… That was all they could hope for, even though more people knew it was a vain hope, an impossible fantasy.

The composed kings, some generals, and magicians, their first thought was not to fight, but to flee.

They knew that victory was impossible in this battle.

The only chance for humanity was to escape.

As for how many could escape and how many would be spared, they couldn’t imagine. In the hearts of King Norn and others, their hope was that Rody and his elite squad, these young people, could escape in time.

Because as long as Rody and the young elites of humanity were alive, there would always be hope for humanity.

"Rody boy, you are the smartest little guy. I don’t need to say much, just one thing: you are always the most important. No matter what, you must survive for all of humanity, understand?" King Norn, like an old lion, grabbed Rody by the shirt and roared. He himself was prepared to fight to the death, but his only concern was that Rody might abandon everyone and flee alone.

"We will definitely win, everyone believe in me, humanity will surely achieve the final victory!" Rody roared, his body shining with a golden light that illuminated the heavens and earth. His spiritual power permeated the entire human phalanx, infecting everyone with a fighting spirit of 'fighting to the last drop of blood' and 'never surrender'.

"Victory... Victory!" Not only the human soldiers in Rody's formation, but even the people watching from the rear were tearfully roaring.