Chapter 1215 - The Reoccurence of the Legend (1/2)

Farrina, surprisingly, found that her last straw had not fallen upon her yet.

It was hanging by a thin thread only a few feet above her.

The story portrayed by the magic movie was very similar to the “truth” disclosed by the ancient witch, only that it did not repudiate the church totally. When Farrina saw the main characters make all their efforts to save the church and shoulder the responsibilities of fighting against the enemies from hell, she felt a warmth long since forgotten wash over her.

Her hand balled into a fist when she saw more than half of the executives conspire against the pope, and had a sudden urge to beat them into the ground.

These people forgot the initial purpose of establishing the church and turned the church into a hideous monster.

What she loathed the most was that these executives kept the existence of demons from the public and people who were dedicated to saving the world like Tucker Thor. These faithful warriors did not die for a noble cause as they had believed. Instead, their death merely became a tool that those obnoxious leaders used to keep a firm grip on power.

Farrina should not have put her faith in a church like that.

She did not understand why the King of Graycastle did not reveal the dark side of the church. Wasn’t it a perfect opportunity to further criticize the church and wipe it off people’s memories?

Or was it because he had never taken the church seriously?

While Farrina was dealing with a multitude of thoughts in her mind, the soldiers from Hermes caught her attention.

For a person who had completely lost hopes, nothing could really perturb her mind. However, now, Farrina was touched, and her power slowly came back to her.

As one of the best soldiers in the Judgement Army, Farrina could sense even the slightest change in the surroundings.

She felt the ground underneath began to quaver.

The ground shook as the Judgement Army drew near.

Farrina had lived in Hermes for five to six years, so she was familiar with the pattering of horse hooves against the ground. She could instantly tell the number of the soldiers and how far they were without even looking at them.

There were 16 horses, two units of troops.

But she knew her feeling was not real. The magic movie was just an illusional image. Even though it felt so real, it was still not reality. As she was totally merged into the surroundings, all her senses had sharpened.

Farrina realized something had changed!

Then she could again feel her body.

“What happened?”

But something more incredible occurred.

She saw other people who were watching the magic movie rise in front of her.

Including Joe.

“Farrina, what the…” Joe asked blankly as he turned around.

Suddenly, a sense of evil foreboding possessed her. Farrina made an abrupt snatch in the air but caught nothing. The chair underneath her had disappeared.

“Please, help us! Please!” the guardian and the witch pleaded hysterically. They had now noticed the audience and started to run toward them.

“The traitors are here! Get them!”

“Anyone who resists us will be viewed as their accomplices. We’re going to kill all of you!”

A few more arrows cracked through the air, and people at the front fell.

Most viewers were board members of Chambers of Commerce or members of a prominent family who had never experienced a war. For a second, they were all framed to the spot.

“Damn it!” Farrina swore. What were those witches doing? Was she hallucinating? Farrina would have shouted “This is a nasty snare set up by the witches. Everyone, follow me” in the past to calm down the audience. However, she fought down the urge, pushed Joe aside and rushed up to the front before all the audience. She yelled, “Stop! I’m the commander of the Vanguard Battalion of the Judgement Army, Farrina! Who are you?”

The soldiers reined their horses and asked, “The Vanguard Battalion? How come I’ve never heard of it?”

“Oi, what’s your commander’s name?”

“The Great Priest of the Prival Council, Sir Tayfun,” Farrina lied. In the meantime, she put her hand at her back and gestured the couple to hand her a weapon.

“What?” Hearing Farrina’s answer, the leader of the unit hesitated.

The guard wavered as he heard the name “Prival Council”. Apparently, this secretive organization had quite a deep influence on church members. Yet Farrina knew it would not completely stop them. The Priest was obviously not as influential as the new throned pope.

She must fight before the other party did!

Unfortunately, the guardian did not really understand her gesture. He simply shuffled toward her with a sword in his hand.

“Why aren’t you wearing the armor of the Judgement Army?” the soldier asked as he got off his horse and motioned his men to come with him.

“Because we’re on a special mission,” Farrina said placidly.

“I’m sorry. I must bring the traitors back to Hermes. This is the pope’s order. Also, I must take you as well. I’m sure Sir Tayfun would understand it.”

“Is there no alternative?”

“No,” the soldier said resolutely while placing his hand on the hilt.