Zich had approached the Bellid commander without anyone noticing. Some brave souls rushed to save their leader, but their heads rolled off with a few sloppy swings of Windur.

“You sure look stupid. How did Ultel leave a guy like you in charge? Ah, I suppose he thought you were just a throwaway anyways,” Zich said.

The commander bit his lips and withdrew his weapon. Then, he yelled with firm determination, “Our faith will not disappear even if you destroy all of us here! Our pope will surely avenge us!”

Zich laughed in response. “Pwhahahaha! You idiot. Your pope is already dead. He got betrayed by a guy he was using and died. I can’t believe you still trust such an incompetent man.”

“Lies!”

“I’m not lying. The announcement should be coming soon…” As soon as Zich finished speaking, a loud voice rang across the battlefield.

“You evil Bellids, hear me out!” One knight got on top of his horse and raised his voice. “Your monstrous leader, the Pope, has died!”

Although they were surprised, none of the Bellid followers took the knight’s words to heart. They believed that their pope would never be killed thanks to Bellu’s blessings. Yet, what the...