Behind these people were the Scorpion Army, led by Gary.
They used the vehicles as shields, sporting bulletproof helmets equipped with night vision, walkie-talkies, and visors.
The soldiers were also clad in bulletproof vests and combat gloves, each touting an assault rifle with multiple pistols and daggers strapped to their pants.
On their feet were desert boots.
There were a few more small teams, all armed with snipers and RPGs.
The team of five hundred men was fully armed, and it was clear that they were ready for battle.
The amount of weapons they had on them was definitely strong enough to go up against smaller nations.
Further behind them were the national defense soldiers pulling up in military trucks.
There were about thirty thousand of them, all of them armed with regular rifles.
It was a stark comparison to the mere one hundred members of the Flame Dragon Lord Church militia.
Tarron furrowed his brows tightly from where he was watching.
The situation looked tense, and Tarron honestly had no hope that the Flame Dragon Lord Church would win at all.
Just then, Michael came down from his car, striding over to about ten meters before the border.
Gary and Milo were on either side of him.
"One last chance, Penn. Dissolve your church now, and come back with me to face your judgment. That's your only chance at preventing further bloodshed," Michael smiled.
Wilbur sneered. "I'm giving you one last chance, too. Apologize to all the members of my church and piss off back to the Vatican or I'll kick your ass."
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