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The war has begun.

The gray tide crashed against the city gate, the massive gate crushed directly by colorless divine power, as innumerable gray-robed figures surged into the city like demons from hell.

The defending army finally sprang into action, and Hector, who had been playing cards indoors, finally emerged. He watched the breached gate with bulging veins on his forehead, angrily cursing, ”Rejado! Where is Rejado? How can something this big happen without him reporting to me? What are those patrol units doing? Are they all useless?”

Behind him, a few soldiers who had been playing cards with him had uncertain looks on their faces. They knew very well that Rejado was most likely already dead.

Previously, Rejado had already sent people to request to sound the alarm, but Hector did not listen. He didn’t even go out of the city to take a look, choosing instead to stay inside playing cards with them, leaving Rejado to handle it on his own.

Now...

Rejado is probably dead?

Hector grimly drew his sword and charged to the front lines. With a few swings, he successfully cut through several gray-robed figures. From the feel during the slashing, he could tell that these individuals were not very powerful.

This wasn’t very different from his previous estimation because the distribution of resources in Moros’s world is relatively fixed, so it’s unlikely for a powerful army of faith to suddenly appear out of nowhere.

His judgment wasn’t wrong.

But...

”Ah!!”

A hoarse roar erupted, startling Hector as he turned to see a gray robe, his arm severed, now desperately biting down on a soldier. But this wasn’t the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying part was that his severed arm was regenerating at an incredibly horrifying speed, and in a short time, it was almost fully formed.

Super-speed regeneration?

Hector frowned deeply, then looked at the other gray-robed figures. Amidst the bloodshed, almost every gray-robed figure’s injuries were regenerating at an incredibly fast pace. Each one had the ability of super-speed regeneration, making the war seem eerie.

Clearly, the gray-robed figures were not very powerful and had little combat skill, but they were fearlessly fighting to the death and had the ability to regenerate quickly, exchanging life for life in combat.

For a moment, the tide of gray robes was at a stalemate with the guards of the city defense army, but Hector’s heart sank because he knew very well that the fatal wounds the gray robes suffered might not be truly fatal and could likely recover, getting back up to continue fighting.

However, when his soldiers died, they were genuinely dead.

”Bang!”

Hector kicked open the door to the control room of the city defense array, and inside, soldiers lay scattered in disarray, the card table in the middle stained with blood, and the mechanism controlling the city defense array had been destroyed, leaving it unusable.

”Damn it!”

He roared in fury, punching the wall, as feelings of helplessness and despair surged within him. This wasn’t the first control room he found destroyed; every control room in the city was sabotaged, and now, their pride and joy, the city defense array, couldn’t be activated at all.

Iron Shield City, Iron Shield City, its strongest iron shield was the city defense array outside, and now, the strongest shield was completely unusable.

....

”Too weak.”

Ye Mingqiu looked down from above, the aura of [Indestructible] silently spreading. At this moment, his maximum life limit had surpassed 54,000, and the natural recovery speed of the [Indestructible] aura restored his maximum life by 10% each minute, which is... over 5,400 life.

It’s important to note that a Level 10 non-Tank System Legendary Level Spiritualist has a total life limit of only 2,000 to 3,000, and most of those gray-robed figures below were either leaders or elite level, with scarcely any at Monarch level.

The template’s disparity was more than just levels, and a recovery of over 5,400 life per minute translates to nearly undying super-speed regeneration for them, allowing a near-death gray robe to be restored to peak condition within seconds.

If it were minor injuries, those gray robes could completely recover in an instant.

Unfortunately, the initial strength of the gray robes was too weak; they started as ordinary people, without strong enough willpower, which is why they’re only managing an even fight with this city defense army. If any of them had slightly stronger hard power, it would be an overwhelming victory now.

”Oh, they’ve reacted now, and quite a few strong ones have appeared within the city, interesting.”

Ye Mingqiu smiled, as against powerful enemies like these, the gray robes would be defeated in one move, and death was true death. Therefore, only Modus and Wu Geng could oppose them.

He was curious to see what kind of power Wu Geng would display in Moros World; for now, he might just be his strongest follower.

”Aaaah!!”

Suddenly, a sudden anomaly shocked everyone. A gray-robed figure in the midst of battle roared and shouted, pulling off the gray hood covering his head, revealing a gaunt middle-aged face beneath.

He breathed heavily, his severed arm rapidly regenerating, and the pain gradually awakening him, making him unwilling to continue this way.

He had no name; he only knew that he once met a man like a god, who bestowed upon him a gray robe and a mission, telling him this was the way to find new hope, instead of living like a walking corpse as he had been.

His long-standing admiration for the strong and obedience to the rules quickly made him agree, and so he followed and became a member of the gray-robed.