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“Don’t retreat! Fight until the end!”
“Waaah!”
The deafening roar from the hundred thousand troops was undeniably ferocious. In fact, it even made the pebbles on the ground shake.
The imperial army, divided into five corps, formed a pentagon around the castle of Zipan. They stormed the castle with every trick they had up their sleeve, including siege ladders.
The First Corps was supposed to close in from the eleven o’clock position, with Ananda, the abbot of the Church of Peace, as its commander.
Ananda had assembled his corps with the monks under his guidance, along with priests and paladins. It was much easier for him to lead a military unit like this.
Soon, Ananda emerged in front of the castle wall. His head was bald, his skin tanned to a dusky tone, and he wore a monk’s robe, one of his shoulders exposed.
Of course, the robe wasn’t the only thing he had on. Monks typically wore a special armor called Lucillat during wartime, which covered one of their shoulders and their entire arm. It was also connected all the way to one of the gauntlets that protected their hands.
The reason he and many monks wore Lucillats was simple: their fighting style consisted of empowering themselves with the Holy Code and swinging their fists. Thus, it was naturally necessary to protect...
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