In the dead of night, the rain was pouring down like pillars, but the military camp in the west city of Longshegang City was still bustling with people.
The whole military camp was bustling with activity; even the cold rain could not extinguish the tense atmosphere in the camp.
"We need some linseed cloth here, cover it up quickly!!"
"Come on! Hurry up, brothers, there are only two hours left until dawn!
"The fleet is ready and waiting for you, brothers, please be quick!"
"Where are the heroes? Is there any hero who can help bring some military rations?"
"Hahaha, I got the mission! I'll do it, I'll do it!"
"Sir, please register."
"Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Mo Xian!"
"Okay, Master Moxian, 20,000 units of brown rice. I've registered it for you."
Palu walks in the army camp.
The rain mixed with the mud in the military camp. Palu's silver boots fell to the ground, splashing with water. The wet mud also stuck to his boots.
The sticky feeling on his feet made Palu feel a little uncomfortable.
He always felt like he was back in that dark prison.
As Palu listened to the noise echoing in his ears, he had a strange feeling that they would never be able to speak again.
It seemed that in the next second, these lively soldiers in the military camp would fall to the ground and become headless corpses.
Palu hit his helmet hard.
He felt that the impression Her Majesty the Saint had left on him was too deep, and that he was a little obsessed with her.
Taking a deep breath, Palu returned to the Crusaders.
The Crusaders sat neatly on the stone steps, waiting to set out with the other troops.
The rain pounded on them, running through the seams of their armor and soaking their linings.
But they sat upright, not in a messy manner, and no one was whispering to each other.
The entire army was as quiet as rows of statues.
Palu clenched his fist and stood at the front of the team.
He looked at his subordinates.
Their every position and every movement were exactly the same as before he left.
Even though the commander was away, they did not relax at all.
Four words came to Palu's mind.
Iron-blooded elite.
This level of discipline was even higher than that of the guards he had led in Shengtian City.
At this moment, the aura they possessed was definitely not something that could be developed overnight. It must have been the result of countless battles of blood and fire.
There have been no major wars in Longshe Port City in recent years.
In other words, this group of Crusaders were already top elite before he took over.
But I was kept in the dark and had a headache every day because they disobeyed training.
These bastards have been playing tricks on me for so many years.
Now that they have become subordinates of Her Majesty the Saint, they will no longer act.
Too real, causing discomfort.
Only at this moment did Palu understand why Her Majesty the Saint was able to be promoted to a legend so quickly.
Before, like everyone else in Erathia, I thought that Her Majesty the Saint was blessed by the Holy Spirit and had good luck.
Haha, good luck? It's a joke.
Palu coughed and shouted:
"Everyone, please be prepared to go! We will die for Her Majesty the Saint."
Swish!
Row after row of statues stood up almost at the same time, staring at Palu.
Palu took off his heavy sword and pointed to the port.
"Destination: Longya Port, board the ship."
Qi Ge held Mei Fu's little hand, stood on the high tower, and looked out at the Longshe Port City in the night rain.
The Crusaders of Longshe Port City marched in an orderly manner on the street ahead.
"Brother Jishiyu, is there going to be a war?"
"Yes, there is a war to be fought."
Qi Ge rubbed Mei Fu's head.
Ever since saving Mei Fu last time, Qi Ge has been entangled with this blonde and blue-eyed little loli.
But when Qi Ge checked her attributes, he found that she had quite a lot of potential.
[Name: Mei Fu
Gender: Female
Arms: Cavalry
Level: Level 6 (Innate Level 6 Soldier) (Minor)
Level: Level 0 (Phase 0 Occupation)
Quality: Ordinary
Race: Human
Favorability: 60 (Intimacy)
Attributes: Unknown
Special Skills: Unknown＊6】
The magic eye cannot see all of Rose Fu's attributes, it can only check a part of it.
Qi Ge was just taking a quick glance out of habit, but he discovered something.
After careful questioning, Qi Ge found out that Mei Fu's father was actually a level 6, step 2 knight who retired due to disability!
Ordinary cavalrymen only have 4 special skills, but Rose has 6, which means she is still a high-potential NPC with at least 2 exclusive skills.
The territory of Qige is in the development stage and it needs a large number of people.
Originally, Qi Ge didn't want to attack Mei Fu.
After all, she is still a child.
But with this attribute coming out, Qi Ge is helpless.
Although the alchemical potion that accelerates NPC growth is relatively expensive, it is three to four times the price of the cavalry hero spirit.
But if Mei Fu has enough potential, it is not impossible for Qi Ge to invest in it.
Qi Ge is also doing this for Mei Fu's own good.
Rose's father definitely didn't have enough resources to train Rose.
Qi Ge could only reluctantly serve as Xiao Mei Fu's godfather.
Of course, Qi Ge hasn't talked to Mei Fu's parents yet.
But it doesn’t matter. Qi Ge is confident that he can impress them and get their entire family to move to the God’s Chosen City.
Players from the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce donated money and supplies to boost the reputation of the entire Longshe Port City DC area.
As the president of the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Qi Ge's status in the DC area has also risen.
Every DC resident who mentions Qi Ge will give him a thumbs up and praise him as a hero and a righteous man of unparalleled kindness.
"Brother Jishiyu, why do we have to fight? Daddy said that fighting is not good."
Because we need to end the war with war, forcibly end the holy war, save Sir Mlak, and relieve the pressure on the people of Erathia.
Of course, Mei Fu is a little girl, so Qi Ge prefers to use a gentler approach when explaining to her.
"Because Erathia and Hell have started a war.
It's like two little boys fighting, and we all know that fighting is not good.
What should Rose do if she wants to stop them from fighting?"
Mei Fu clapped her hands and said, "I know! If I knock them both down, they won't continue to fight!"
Qi Ge: ???
Little Rose, what kind of education do you deserve?
But it unexpectedly fits the current situation.
Qi Ge laughed and said, "We have to go over there now and defeat both Hell and Erathia."
Mei Fu nodded happily, her eyes sparkling:
"I understand. Come on, Brother Jishiyu! Knock out all the bad guys who are fighting!"
Qi Ge looked at Mei Fu's cheerful smile and couldn't help but worry about the other little boys in Longshe Port City.
Am I being tireless in destroying others and misleading young people?
Just when Qi Ge was about to teach Mei Fu a lesson about hitting other little boys, Adela came up the stairs.
"Qi Ge, the preparations are complete."
Seven Pigeons looked at Adela.
She changed into a white waxed monk's robe and used a white hood to cover her long golden hair. Combined with her harmless face, she looked particularly pure.
"Your Majesty the Saint."
Rose, who was naughty and playful in front of the Seven Pigeons, stood up straight with respect when she saw Adela and performed a proper church salute.
Under the influence of Rose's parents, she naturally has a sense of awe towards the Holy Heaven Church.
What's more, it was Adela who resurrected Rose's parents, so Rose respects Adela very much.
Adela smiled, her eyes narrowed slightly with the corners of her eyes turned down, showing an indescribable tenderness.
"Little Mei Fu, you must go home nicely, your brother is leaving with you.
The place where my brother and sister are going is a little dangerous, so little Rose can't go."
Qi Ge looked at the pure white Adela through the drizzling rain and exclaimed in his heart, "It's beautiful."
He held up the umbrella, took Rose's hand and walked to Adela.
“Adela, let’s go to the battleship and get ready.
As soon as it gets light, signal Sylvia."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Adela spoke softly while holding Rose's other hand.
Qi Ge was wearing a white cloak, Rose was wearing a beige dress, and Adela was wearing a white monk's robe.
The three of them walked down the steps of the tower side by side, looking like a warm family of three.
——
March 22, 279th year of the Holy Spirit Calendar.
Like a thunderclap, a piece of news quickly broke out in Erathia!
Adela, the saint of Longtong Port City and the legendary hero, chose to join the holy war because the city she was guarding was attacked by Kerrigan (Hell)!
The lord of Longshe Port City, the legendary hero Wall, who is on his way to quell a rebellion, is urgently returning to Longshe Port City to garrison.
The next day, another loud thunder sounded.
Silvia, the uncrowned king of Via Port City, took the Blue Whale, the most powerful battleship of mankind, and a part of the Pirate Emperor Fleet, responded to Adela's invitation and declared war on the forces of Hell.
For a time, the whole country of Erathia was shaken. The people and nobles who heard the news cheered and felt that the victory of the holy war was at hand.
Even the shadow brought by Sousa's rebellion had faded a little.
In Holy Sky City, people cheered the names of the Saint and the Pirate Queen and took to the streets to celebrate together.
Bards blew horns and sang psalms of praise.
Church priests played hymns to celebrate the turning point in the holy war.
Amid the national cheers, there was one person who was extremely dissatisfied with Adela and Sylvia's unauthorized actions.
Roland slammed the table hard!
With a "bang" sound!
The wine glasses and plates on the table bounced up one after another, some fell to the ground, making ping-pong sounds one after another, and the glass shattered into pieces all over the floor.
"Why is your majesty angry?
You should be happy that Adela and Sylvia have joined the war.
This proves that they stand on the side of our theocracy and support our theocracy’s claims.”
Rod Hart slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly.
"Oh! Then I should thank them?"
Roland snorted coldly and leaned back on the chair back carved with white feathers.
He spread his hands and placed them on the armrests on both sides of the chair , covering the patterns of kneeling and kowtowing monks on the armrests.
"Rod Hart, I think you are asking questions knowing the answer!
Adela and Silvia claimed to be neutral from the beginning to the end, and they had never participated in the previous holy wars.
Adela kept saying that she didn't like to solve problems with force, and Sylvia kept saying that she just wanted to protect her treasure island, and they both rejected my invitation.
But at this moment, they suddenly chose to participate in the jihad.
"You have ulterior motives!"
The more Roland thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that Catherine had tricked him.
“Their unauthorized actions disrupted the deployment of our theocratic faction.
The opening of the Fourth Holy War battlefield has left the country empty. Our enemies are not just hell.
In order to guard against the threat of the cemetery, with the strongest naval fleet leaving the south, all the lords in the south who were able to spare their efforts to attack Sosa had to stop.
This would have been a great opportunity to cut off one of Catherine's arms.
I think they are secretly joining Catherine and want to use this method to buy time for Sousa!
If Sosa is allowed to succeed in standing on his own feet, even if the angels intervene in the end, it will be a huge blow to our theocracy.
This will revive the human supremacist ideology that we have completely suppressed!
That woman Catherine is a short-sighted person with only kindness in her body. She only cares about the present. She doesn't understand what faith is or what the future of mankind is!
We in Erathia cannot afford this kind of internal friction, and humans should not give up their gods!
Without angels, how can our human forces gain a foothold in this dangerous land of the Yasha world? ! "
Rod Hart knocked on the table and smiled grimly:
"My Lord, even so, what can we do?
Don't forget, our God is now on Adela's side.
The angels don't have such foresight as us, they are just simple machines who want to destroy Hell."
Roland frowned and looked at Rod Hart. The two of them fell into silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
A small move by Qi Ge interrupted the theocracy's decades of careful planning and completely destroyed the trap they had set for Sousa with great difficulty .
Although Roland was dissatisfied with Adela, he had no way to deal with her.
Adela is the saint of the church, and what she is doing is the most correct thing in all of Erathia: conquering hell.
In Erathia, as long as a hero shows a willingness to conquer Hell, the angels will support him unconditionally.
If a hero can achieve great success in the battle against hell, such as destroying the legend of hell, or capturing several cities and finally defending them.
Then every week an NPC archangel would come to him with a wreath in his hand and several NPC angel minions.
In a nutshell, conquering hell is the political correctness of Erathia.
Having the support of the angels means that no matter whether the church is willing or not, no matter whether the theocracy is willing or not, they must stand on Adela's side.
For this reason, Pope Ronis took time out of his busy schedule to issue a notice to conquer Hell for Adela and Silvia's expedition.
This proves the sanctity of Adela and Silvia's expedition.
"What about the papal faction of the church? Did Inheim give us any explanation?
Adela is now their Pope’s man.”
Rod Hart shook his head and said:
"Your Majesty, I don't know why Inheim suddenly lost contact."
Roland walked to the window and looked at the huge angel statue outside through the glass.
Countless pilgrims, like ants, kneeled in front of the angel statue and prayed devoutly.
Roland frowned and sighed.
"Do we really have to take that step? If we fail, the consequences will be too serious."
Rod Hart came up to Roland and said:
“Your Majesty, time waits for no one.
Please make a decision soon, Your Majesty."
Roland took a deep breath and did not answer.
——Point——Pigeon——Line——
Inheim returned to his room and untied his monk's robe with trembling hands.
He took off his undershirt and laid it on the table.
This inner shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water.
"Ah! De! La!" Inheim made an unwilling sound from the deepest part of his throat.
At this most critical moment, he was stabbed in the back by Adela.
She turned out to be the first Chief Inquisitor of the Inquisition selected by Pope Ronis.
It’s her!!!
The whole of Erathia was guessing who the chief judge would be, but Adela's name was not among the candidates expected by all forces.
The chief referee is like a knife hanging over everyone's head. The knife is most powerful before it falls.
But when this knife falls, it will be earth-shattering.
It turned out that the unlucky guy who got stabbed first was actually myself!
When Ronnis threw in front of him the complete chain of evidence of their Pope's sect forcing the people to become pilgrims and Nicholas' betrayal of humanity and joining Hell, Inheim's heart sank.
Pope Ronis is the strongest among all humans in Erathia.
Under his powerful pressure, Inheim couldn't even stand steadily.
Fortunately, his attainments in mysticism had reached legendary level, and he barely withstood the questioning of Pope Ronis, and temporarily got rid of the suspicion of colluding with hell.
No matter what, his own papal faction will be thoroughly investigated to see if they have any connection with Hell.
He was asked to stay in the temple and practice Buddhism for a month.
Inheim couldn't even imagine what kind of blow the middle and lower levels of the Pope's faction would suffer during this month.
That must have been devastating.
Inheim knew very well that collusion with hell was something that Ronis could not tolerate.
Damn it, damn Nicolaz.
What was wrong with him that he wanted to collude with Hell? And why was he so horny that he wanted to attack Adela?
Inheim was so furious that he went mad because just because he let Nikolaez send him some money, the entire papacy was labeled as colluding with hell by Bishop Ronis.
Inheim was so wronged that he almost vomited blood.
The possibility of the Pope abolishing Queen Catherine and implementing a dual pope system suddenly dropped to a freezing point.
All of Inheim's previous efforts were wasted.
Inheim sat at the prayer table, flipping through his notes written in a special code.
There is still hope, he won't give up so easily.
It has been made clear that Adela is Pope Ronis's man, so Adriad, who they have always believed to be the chief inquisitor of the Inquisition, has become a target that the Pope can win over.
If we can convince Adrian to join the Papal faction, we will have taken over a quarter of Erathia!
After a month, as long as we can gain a foothold in the quiet and stable north, we will have a chance to turn the situation around.
To this end, he must succeed no matter what the cost.
While flipping through his notes, Inheim's thumb touched a name - Mrak.
Inheim paused.
This was the powerful opponent he had been planning to defeat. He had even put the rope around his neck and was just one step away from strangling him.
But now, Inheim can only give up all his plans and find a way to make a comeback.
Whether he liked it or not, the once-powerful Papal faction had fallen to the bottom overnight.
Adela's knife is too painful and too sharp.
——
Mlak is eating.
On the dining table, there was tender rabbit meat, smoked fish marinated with fine spices, and roasted duck...
This is a meal that can be considered an excellent meal even at a banquet for legendary heroes.
But the only one who enjoyed it was Sir Mlak himself.
Sarit Ral stood in Ser Mlak's tent.
They had just captured the sixth city of hell, and the process had gone extremely smoothly.
It was as if hell was acting with them.
There are only a few small monsters guarding the city, not even a hero.
When Sir Mlak's troops broke through the city defenses, they easily captured the county town.
However, the entire Hell City was empty and no supplies were found.
But no matter what, it's still a victory.
Lord Mlak still ordered a celebration.
While all the troops were celebrating their victory, Salit was the only one who was not happy at all.
As Sir Mlak's herald and logistics manager, he was well aware that the troops' supplies had fallen below the dangerous line.
If no rations are delivered in three days, the troops will fall into famine.
The Hell City, which was highly anticipated, is now an empty city.
The supply lines to the rear were cut off.
Their troops on the western front were isolated.
This is to let them die!
When Salit was worriedly looking for Sir to discuss things, he saw this scene in Sir's tent.
The troops are almost out of ammunition and food, and Sir is actually enjoying himself? !
The huge impact made Salit not know what to do and he stood there in a daze.
Sir Mlak wiped his mouth and said:
"Salit, I'm dying."
Salit was suddenly shocked: "Sir, what are you talking about!"
"Salit, calm down, sit here and eat something with me, and listen to me."
Sir Mlak tore off a chicken leg, shook off the sauce on it, and ate it slowly.
After Salit's expression changed several times, he sat down opposite Sir Mlak.
Sir Mlak nodded, picked up a piece of smoked fish with his fork, and said:
"I was a death row inmate. Luckily, I didn't die. I grew up step by step and experienced a lot.
I had always thought that I could change Erathia, change humanity, and stop humans from being oppressed by angels.
But it wasn't until today that I understood.
Humans don't want to be changed, and neither does Erathia.
I can't change anything, not even myself.
Regardless of which legendary hero you are in Erathia, they can basically be divided into two factions. One is the people's livelihood faction, which advocates the development of basic economic agriculture and relies on a large number of human soldiers and angels to cooperate.
A theocratic sect that advocates that all human beings should believe in angels in order to increase the output of faith and the output of angels.
I belong to neither faction.
I am a human supremacist who advocates the extermination of angels and the church.
I have always believed that those who are not of my race must have different hearts!
Angels are not good birds.
Therefore, I don't fit in with them in Erathia.
When I was young, I was confident in my own strength and never hid my thoughts.
When I get older, I understand some truths, and I can no longer hide them even if I want to.
Most importantly, I have stepped onto the path to becoming a demigod."
Salit's eyes lit up!
Stairs to heaven!
Demigod!
Salit blurted out: "Sir! This is a good thing!"
Mlak was chewing a piece of beef and said:
"You are wrong, Salit.
Angels can tolerate a human supremacist legend, but cannot tolerate a human supremacist demigod.
It's just a legend. No matter what ideas you have, they are just small things.
If I were to become a demigod, I would have the ability to truly threaten them.
Therefore, I will definitely die.
Some time ago, Inheim, Ronnies, and Roald kept targeting our family, which was a warning to me.
They were telling me I should die.”
Salit bit his lip and sat down uncomfortably.
Mlak continued, "They don't want to kill me, a legend who has embarked on the path of a demigod. Killing me would be too sinful and the price to pay would be too high.
So they are forcing me to die.
You are forcing me with my family and your lives."
"Sir! Please don't worry about us. We are all your subordinates or descendants, and we are all willing to die for you!
If it doesn't work, we'll rebel against Erathia!"
Salit stood up excitedly, putting his hands on the table.
"Sit down, Salit, and don't spill the chicken soup."
Mlak used a large spoon to scoop a bowl of chicken soup, took a sip slowly, and uttered a satisfied exclamation.
“Delicious!
Salit, the fact that I am sitting here and telling you this means that I have made a decision.
I will weigh the importance of the life of the entire Mrak family and my own life.
If you rebel, what will happen to your wife and children in the castle?
Our Mlak family has grown too big, and our roots are too deep in Erathia."
Salit gritted his teeth:
"You can marry another wife and have another child!
As long as you say a word, sir, there is nothing I won’t give up! ”
Mlak cut off a piece of steak and said:
“Salit, there is no need to discuss this issue.
Let you fight me with all your lives in a war that is bound to be lost.
Or take you away from Erathia and wander around.
Or even go to hell.
I've considered them all and given up on them all.
There’s no need. It’s just my life anyway.
Those roads are not good roads, and you will have a hard life.
I have lived long enough to die well.
You all have your own future.
When you return to Erathia, go find Her Majesty the Queen.
In this holy war, everything I did was to show the value of our Mrak family and to tell those dogs who were enslaved by the angels that you are capable and valuable.
As long as you can fight hell, the angels will not touch you.
Her Majesty the Queen will arrange a way out for you and she will be your support.
Nothing will change.”
Mlak put the knife and fork in Salit's hand and said:
"Salit, I was once a death row inmate.
It's just that he died now.
The prison will arrange a good meal for the death row inmates before they die.
No one makes arrangements for me, I make them for myself.
Finish this meal with me, and then we will withdraw. On the way, I will tell you something.
Eat now, or the food will get cold."
Salit's tears blurred his eyes, and through the blurred vision, Salit looked at Sir Mlak's face.
His face is a little fat and his eyes are small, but he looks very energetic.
He was chewing a piece of rabbit meat with a calm expression, not at all like a dying man.
At the peak of his life, he predicted his own death.
But he was not hysterical, nor was he struggling at all costs. He was not despairing, afraid, or daunted.
Instead, he accepted it all calmly and arranged a retreat for his subordinates and family in the future.
He will hope to stay and eat his last meal in peace.
Salit felt that Sir Mlak did not deserve to die.
But everything that happened seemed to foreshadow the death of Sir Mlak.
Even Kerrigan seemed to be working with Erathia to add luster to Sir Mlak's last moments.
It was as if all hell was helping Sir Mlak die with dignity.
Salit was powerless to change anything and could only vent his inexplicable emotions on the roast chicken on the plate under the expectant gaze of the knight.
Salit ate the roast chicken in big mouthfuls, but it tasted like wax and the more he ate, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Sir Mlak took a bite of smoked fish.
The smoked fish smelled delicious, and Sir Mlak felt that he had good taste and made the right purchase.