Chapter 194 Counterattack
“Are we really not going to take care of those people?”

A black-robed priest in the carriage looked out the window and frowned.

Although he didn't sympathize with the goblins, he had never dealt with them, so it was hard for him to empathize with them. But the situation of the civilians seemed wrong.

"After all, they are also believers of the Sun God..."

The priest wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by his captain.

"We have our own tasks. As for the conditions of those people, we just need to report them."

After saying that, the captain no longer paid attention to the black-robed priest who was still looking out the car window, and turned his attention back to the target of his mission this time.

These three people looked no different from ordinary priests. If they hadn't dug out the list from the High Priest Carol, and then followed the clues to interrogate and question each level to compile a list, they would never have been able to discover these underground church members.

“This is just a small part of the underground church.”

The captain sighed. They had been working non-stop for two weeks, traveling all over the kingdom, trying their best to eliminate these heretics lurking in the church without attracting other people's attention.

The Pope has classified these underground church members as heretics, although it is unknown why they are still able to borrow the power of God, so the church has not made the news of their existence public, but has secretly taken actions to capture and eliminate them.

And this is just a secret operation, and it is difficult to completely eradicate the roots of these underground churches.

A carrier pigeon landed on the car window, cooing. The captain took out a few corn kernels from his pocket. The carrier pigeon jumped over happily and let the captain take the envelope from its claws.

However, the captain's expression was not as cheerful as the carrier pigeon, and the letter did not contain good news.

"What's wrong."

The black-robed priest on the opposite side noticed the change in his captain's facial expression.

"The fifth team came up empty-handed."

The black-robed priest recalled that the mission target of the fifth team was not far from them.

"It's not surprising that the attack failed. Some of the more perceptive heretics seem to have noticed something wrong."

The black-robed priests and their team also failed in their last mission. The priests of the underground church found an excuse and left the church they originally belonged to. Then they never came back.

"It would be fine if they just missed, but they were ambushed and suffered heavy losses. They are now avoiding pursuit and seeking help from all surrounding units."

The pigeon brought a letter for help. The captain stood up and patted the car door.

"Change direction, we're going to Pala City."

The captain made a quick decision and turned to support his comrades. Of course, after the carriage turned, he released a pigeon to report his whereabouts and plans to his superiors.

"During this raid, three teams came up empty-handed, and one team lost contact."

The high priest listened to the report from his men, his eyes fixed on the priests who were tied up in front of him. He was of course leading the most important raid. This church was completely dominated by the underground church, and all the priests had joined them.

"Let the priests who have taken over this church hurry up. Dusk is approaching and the believers should come here soon for their daily prayers."

The high priest waited, waiting for his men to draw the magic array on the ground. The fate of these priests who joined the underground church had been decided. When the magic array was finished, the scorching sun would rise into flames and let them return to the kingdom of God. The church would operate as usual, and the priests who took over the church would appease the believers and continue their daily work.

"What happened to the team that lost contact?"

The divine magic array was drawn, and flames burned on the bodies of the priests. The high priest then turned around and looked at the subordinate who reported to him.

"Team Five, their report before the mission started was that everything was normal, but then they lost contact. However, Team Twelve's latest report mentioned that they received a request for help from Team Five and are now rushing to provide support."

The high priest frowned. Those priests who joined the underground church have now disappeared from this world. Under the power of divine magic, not even a trace of dust is left of them.

"Let the surrounding Second and Eighth Teams turn around and support Team Twelve."

The original target of the Fifth Team was only a group in the underground church that was mainly responsible for liaison work. Those people were not very strong. Even if they noticed something unusual and ambushed them in the opposite direction, the Fifth Team should not have been in such a mess.

The high priest knew the strength of his men. The captains of each team had strength close to that of the high priest. If there was no need to reduce the impact, a team under his command could lead a raid on a city church.

Such a small team would actually be ambushed by a group mainly responsible for liaison work. The high priest had already noticed something was wrong.

"It's a trap."

The black-robed priest hid in the wreckage of the carriage. The horse pulling the carriage was killed the moment it encountered the enemy. Not far away, several other members of his team were lying.

The enemy's strength and numbers far exceeded what they could match, and the battle lasted only ten minutes before their resistance was completely crushed.

If the black-robed priest had not fallen into a coma during the first round of attacks, he would have fallen there like his comrades.

"Sir, we have captured a man alive."

The distant sound made the black-robed priest carefully look through the gap in the wreckage. His captain was now dying and was dragged to the front of their leader by the attackers.
The gap between the wreckage was not big, it was really just a small gap, which made it impossible for him to see the face of the other leader clearly.

"The loss of contact between the two teams should have alerted the other side. This trap is no longer useful, but fortunately, we got a good harvest."

The leader of the attackers seemed very satisfied with the ambush he led. He reached out and pinched the captain's chin, then lifted him up and looked at him carefully.

"I have never heard of such a priest in this parish, but it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time. It's enough for him to tell us how many times he wet the bed when he was a child. Take the prisoner and we should go."

After several minutes, the black-robed priest could no longer hear any movement from his attackers, and only then did he climb out of the wreckage.

He heard the sound of flapping wings and a carrier pigeon landed next to him.

The pigeon's feathers were splattered with blood, probably from the previous battle.

The black-robed priest rummaged through the wreckage of the carriage and found the pen and writing paper that his captain had not been able to take away when he was attacked.

"It really is a trap."

The high priest took the letter from the pigeon's leg, which had dried blood on its feathers, glanced at it, and then looked around.

“It’s time to get moving.”

(End of this chapter)