Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1227- Died in battle

The camp was well-lit. There was no more fighting, but this place was still very intense and showed signs of becoming dangerous.

“Are we going to be loyal to such a Saintess? A Saintess that thrust her weapon into the Saint Father?”

A middle-aged man walked about in the tent and was emotional. His words spread outside, and tens of thousands of warriors were listening.

“Saint Light Hall is our faith; we will fight to the death for it. Not only us, our ancestors and even our descendants will do the same.” His voice was low and firm.

“But, we believe in the honor of Saint Hall. What is honor? Fearless, brave, sacrifice, unity!”

“We have been carrying these values. We fought from our homes to this place. We went through tough travel and intense fights. We have seen many allies die. Now, many more loved ones are waiting for us to head home!”

“But look, what did we do today?” The middle-aged man pointed around. You could see many Posthumous People and Cloud Peak warriors patrolling through the gaps between the tents. They would glance into their camp.

“Did we lose? No! Even then, why are we being treated like prisoners here? Why did this happen?”

The guy looked at the commanders in the tent.

“Because our Saint Father died!”

“Because someone on our side killed our Saint Father!”

“Because our Saintess wants to surrender to the enemy!”

“This woman that surrendered has no sense of glory for Saint Light Hall. She is a humiliation to our entire race!”

“Brothers, are we really going to listen to her orders? Listen to someone who killed the Saint Father? Are we going to kneel before the people who killed our allies just a few days ago?”

“What kind of warriors are we? Where is the honor? How can we answer to our ancestors who gave us life?”

The middle-aged man got more and more excited. He waved his arms, and the commanders and warriors outside were all influenced by his speech. These people were the most loyal to the Saint Father. They didn’t listen to the Saintess and head’s orders. Now that the Saint Father died and was even killed by the Saintess, their unhappiness had reached a peak.

Now that they heard the Saintess was negotiating with Cloud Peak and the details were spreading back to them, they were in an uproar. They felt they were betraying Saint Light Hall’s interests, which was just like a surrender.

There were even some rumors that the Saintess had agreed to marry the leader of that faction and become his woman in exchange for a better life for herself and the people close to her.

To Saint Light Hall members who lived as the rulers of this land, they couldn’t accept that.

But even if they couldn’t understand and hated the Saintess for killing the Saint Father, they still had some lingering thoughts—the Saintess was another symbol of Saint Light Hall.

As such, they couldn’t accept the fact that the Saintess was doing something that humiliated Saint Light Hall.

“Brothers, we shouldn’t be silent. If not, we will lose our faith and souls. We will turn into zombies!”

“What should we do?”

A commander stood up and clenched his fists.

“Resist!” His eyes lit up, and he said firmly, “We only have some hope if we resist. As long as we overturn her legacy, we will win the future. How can a person who killed the Saint Father lead us? What rights does she have to lead us?”

“But…”

A commander wanted to speak but stopped. He didn’t think it was right.

“There are no buts, unless.” This person came before this commander and stabbed his fingers into his eyes. “Unless you are the lackey of the Saintess, no, witch!”

After short cries, his corpse fell to the ground.

“It is time to take revenge for the Saint Father.”

He arranged some people to shout the chants that they were taking revenge for the Saint Father. The warriors around were influenced and joined.

But this atmosphere lasted for half a minute before they were interrupted.

The voices weakened, and it became silent. Many people looked for the source of the shock.

They found what they were searching for. This thing was too tall.

“It is that metal monster!” Someone shouted.

The middle-aged commander charged out and saw that they were surrounded. The Posthumous People and Cloud Peak warriors had crossed their sentry line and were deep into their camp.

“It is that witch! She betrayed us!” That commander knew what was happening. The Saintess was using Cloud Peak to clear the instability in their faction.

The repaired modified War Fortress showed its viciousness. It aimed its energy guns at the Saint Light Hall warriors. At the same time, the main squad members used rocket launchers. The others had crystal guns. The Posthumous People warriors held crystla grenades or Cloud Peak produced axes to stare at them viciously.

Little Tiger waved and the entire camp was covered in gunfire.

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Saintess and Ye Zhongming stood and watched this massacre. The former was speechless.

Even if she decided to do it, she still felt guilty when things happened.

“To live in a new world, this is necessary.” Ye Zhongming consoled. If he were in her shoes, he would do the same.

Any faction on the brink of death shouldn’t have any voices of opposition.

“When my people come, I will become the ruler, the first Queen of Saint Light Hall. I will let my people live in the new world.”

She looked at the last bit of blood and turned.

“They died in battle for Saint Light Hall!”