The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 209 - 24: Faltering Faith

It was a silent morning in Salted Fish Port.

"Quick! Get up!"

"Why... let me sleep a bit longer. I went to bed very late last night. Didn’t you say today is a holiday?"

"Get up! Something big happened!"

"What happened?"

"See for yourself!"

As the residents slowly began to trickle into the streets, the sound of their astonishment rose and fell throughout Salted Fish Port.

"Oh my god, what’s going on!"

"Are we surrounded by angels?"

"What do they want? Are they here to confront the Holy Knight or accept him?"

The people began to chatter incessantly.

The square in front of the castle was in chaos, still littered with the remnants from yesterday’s celebration.

The sea breeze blew, making the Silver Moon Flag flutter loudly.

The waves crashed against the rocks, seabirds called above the harbor, and ships docked quietly.

Yes, the Angel Army had descended, a grand and overwhelming force of three hundred. They wore golden armor, spread their wings, and hovered silently in the sky.

The Holy Light shone down through the clouds, illuminating their bodies. Leading them was a Six-winged Angel with a golden helmet, golden shoulder-length hair, a burly figure, and handsome features.

Yes, Six-winged. This meant he was not only the commander of the Angel Army but also highly valued by the Holy Spirit, possessing powerful strength second only to the Holy Spirit.

Opposite them, in the castle of Salted Fish Port, Gray stood quietly on the balcony, staring at them. Shelley stood behind Gray, holding Richie’s hand.

The Black Cat squatted on the balcony railing beside him.

Catherine, Vivian, Delia, Sarina, the Guardian Angels and the Guiding Demons of Gray and his father, all hid their figures floating beside them.

Everyone held their breath, watching silently.

Yilin stood in her room, looking out the window, her face pale.

Dean, just awakened from sleep, rushed onto the street, staring dumbfoundedly at the sky. His mind went blank.

What was the Angel Army here for? If they were here to accept Gray, why so many angels? Why fully armed?

The answer seemed imminent.

*But... why? Dean couldn’t comprehend it at all.*

Jones and Dora stood on the castle wall, looking up, their breath trembling slightly.

"I knew it! What a load of crap about the Holy Spirit! Their words stink just like their shit!" Bangchui cursed angrily.

"Get up, damn it!" Huoersi shouted, dragging the sleeping knights out of bed.

Camilla, already dressed in her armor, stared blankly. Over the years, she had learned swordsmanship, horse riding, formation, and troop commanding, transforming herself completely from a lady into a female knight. However, facing the angels, she didn’t even know how to defend.

*Totally unprepared, utterly unprepared.*

In unnoticed corners, the Liches began to stir.

"What’s going on? I ask you, what is happening? Are those old Heaven fools crazy? What do they want?" Simon shook Morca’s collar violently.

"You ask me how I supposed to know!"

"Aren’t you the author?"

"I’m just a novel author, such matters are beyond my control!" Morca screamed.

The soul fire in the eyes of the Liches flickered, indicating deep disappointment.

For three months, everyone thought that the Holy Spirit had accepted Gray, yet things were turning around. Or... it had never turned around. The so-called reversal was merely wishful thinking.

In the distance, the human coalition dispatched to confront Gray was advancing towards Salted Fish Port, like a sea formed by flags and crowds. It was an army of 400,000 humans, enough to surround Salted Fish Port in multiple layers, ensuring no one could escape.

"Wonderful! Hahaha! The Angel Army finally arrived!" Levi rode through the military formation, shouting: "Listen up! Those who fight unvaliantly, those who fail to execute orders decisively, will be subject to strict scrutiny after the war! To determine collusion with the Lich Knights! Anyone found colluding with the Lich Knights will share their punishment!"

"What does he mean?" Abod asked angrily: "’Colluders share the Lich Knights’ punishment’? Does he intend to execute everyone here?"

"Ignore him, he’s just a clown, his words hold no weight. The Holy Spirit... The Holy Spirit has its own judgment." Belinda replied softly from beside him.

"What judgment?" Abod asked.

Belinda did not respond.

Zeda, hidden in the shadows of an alley, secretly looked up.

In the distance, the flag of the newly appointed Pope Darren IV appeared among the army. Then, the monarchs of various nations followed, many of whom knew Gray, including Benedict II, Arthur, Gene II, Banette III.

"Why, why is this happening... Is the Holy Spirit abandoning us?" Someone stared blankly at the angels, tears streaming down their face.

"Holy Spirit, I thought the world had gone mad, but it turns out even You have lost Your mind... Please tell me, what is our sacred faith truly about?" Someone kneeled on the ground, wailing loudly.

"What nonsense Holy Spirit! I don’t believe in you anymore! Those noble bastards are all scum, and you never deal with them, yet you go after our Holy Knight!" Someone yelled curses angrily.

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