"Anyone who abandons his weapons will not be killed." The next morning, after the fleet was completely destroyed yesterday, the city was destroyed.
The proud and powerful warriors had all fallen into the blood, and the civilians who pressed their limbs and faces tightly to the ground and kept trembling had the opportunity to survive.
However, the people who chose to surrender had 10,000 people in the city, and only 2,000 people remained. It was not that the natives were not afraid of death. Instead, the elite of the natives were gathered here, and there were more tough people. After the city was slaughtered a few more times, the indigenous spirit and determination were wiped out, and naturally there were a large number of tribes and cities surrendered.
No matter what kind of life, it has one characteristic, that is, "fairness". Submission to the strong is the instinct of life, the law of survival for billions of years, and the truth of the universe. Therefore, life in any world is the same, and intelligent life is no exception. After all, it is only a few who truly regard death as if they are.
Of course, there could not be a large number of horses on the fleet, but as the head coach's privilege, it is still more than enough to raise two horses. Yisha Nidi sat in the uncapped carriage and began to patrol the city that already belonged to her.
"Is there still resistance?" Yisha Nidi listened to the movements in the city. The sound of killing at this time had slowly stopped, but it had not yet been completely settled.
"Yes, in the temple of the indigenous sun god, Anghill."
"How many people are there in the temple?"
"There are about 200 people, half of whom are noble in the city, and half are the most elite in the city." The war staff priest waited for a moment, then came back to report.
"Clean the city first. If you are in the temple, just supervise it, don't worry about them first." Yisha Nidi said instructing. It took a lot of effort to clean up an elite with the protection of the temple, and it may take several times the cost.
When time is not tight, it is better to wait for a while instead of doing this.
Moreover, it takes time to renovate the army, clean up the bodies, transport supplies, and control the people... Of course, the most important thing is to collect the soul.
Her orders were conveyed immediately.
At this moment, the angels of death had already come down, one after another, the souls of the indigenous believers who had died in battle would return to their gods, but now the huge number of angels have long closed the battlefield. One by one, the indigenous warriors who fought strongly during their lifetime were dragged away by angels after death. The angels held something like iron hooks and pierced through the heretic souls, dragging them away like dead dogs, ignoring their wail and anger, and also ignoring their status disparity during their lifetime.
Whether they were bishops, noble princes or untouchable slaves during their lifetime, their fate was very simple and exactly the same, that was, they were wailing in purgatory, until the last bit of consciousness was refined and turned into raw materials for the Holy Spirit.
For the pastor of the true god, a first-level divine magic is necessary in such occasions. A first-level pastor can perform one, and can understand and understand all languages ​​within 10 minutes. As for the professional pastors of mission, the church comes forward to keep this magic magic on the missionary pastors so that they can understand any language.
Although this kind of magic technique cannot be said or written, being able to understand is already an amazing achievement. When you can understand it, it is much easier to learn to read and write. If a pastor is always "understanding language", then he can learn one language in just a few months. Therefore, being proficient in three or four languages ​​is just a trivial skill for a pastor.
Of course, the missionary pastors who came prepared would not only listen. Dozens of priests who spoke fluent local indigenous language came forward and organized the remaining 2,000 people, each team of fifty people divided into forty teams. These teams were followed by a priest and five soldiers. The priest began to carry out their mission and issued orders to order the indigenous people to dig holes outside the city and to pull all the bodies out of the city for collective burial.
Annien's policy is this: the soul can be tortured to the end, but the corpse must be buried well. This is not only because the corpse is not buried well, but also because the eyes of mortals can only see the body but cannot see the soul.
"Man is a flock of sheep. As long as it does not die, it will reproduce and revive. Therefore, I mainly seize the most vast and prosperous pasture in the world." Yisha Nidi thought so, and at this moment, it was already drizzling in the sky.
A world of drizzle, drizzle blew on the green forest and grass, and the land outside the city was softened under the shower of drizzle, and formed rain and mist.
In less than two hours, a large number of people were already digging pits in the wild, and countless bodies of indigenous warriors were carried outside. Sometimes, blood that had not yet completely solidified flowed down the shrouds such as linen, but in the rain, there was not much time, it was completely washed away.
In the rain and mist, groups of Annien's army were patrolling the slaves' work, and in the city, searching slowly and interlaced houses, sweeping away any hiding residents - priests and mages in the simple basement, or those who hide under the bed, could easily be searched out, but there was no need to cut and slaughter.
Now these are Anne's wild sheep, the Lord's wealth.
"Master, the city has been cleared. A total of twenty-six hidden and rebellious enemies were executed on the spot. Four hundred and eighty-one hidden people were found, but most of them were women and children." After a while, a war staff priest came to report, his tone was full of pleasure and pride. Behind him, a large group of women and children, only a few soldiers, were taken over by the army.
"Very good, have you searched for pagan priests and wizards? Anyone with heretic energy will be searched out, isolated and processed, and asked. If you are willing to be baptized and surrender to the Lord, you can give it a chance. If you refuse, you will be executed immediately." Yisha Nidi looked at the city under the misty rain and said with some emotion. This is not her cruel heart, but the military rules are like this, and she cannot change it.
The reason for saying this is nothing more than going through the approval process.
"Yes, the commander." The army was very strict and clear instructions were obtained before it could be implemented, but the preparation was already ready. Suddenly, more than a dozen priests performed divine arts outside the four hundred people, and a large sacred glory shone on them.
Among the four hundred people, dozens of people reflected other colors of light, that is, power - there were a few ragged clothes, and more importantly, they were dressed quite well among the natives, and they looked like the children or wives of the senior indigenous officials. Only in this way can they be exposed to divine arts and witchcraft.
Yisha Nidi saw a few children and grabbed their mother's hand tightly. At first glance, she happened to see a little boy with green eyes.
There is no need to ask about mortals without power. They are just flocks, whether they are willing or not, but for these people with power, they are completely different. With power, even if they only have a little seed, they may grow into a future trouble.
The priest chose a good place, then prayed in a low voice, commanded a simple altar to rise up on the ground, and when everything was completed, the ceremony began.
"My request is very simple. As long as you are willing to abandon your God, spit on it, and swore to convert to the great Annien, you can get redemption." An indigenous sun god, Eunshire, was thrown to the ground. The officer and the presiding priest were expressionless, but they looked at the captives in a daze.
"This is blasphemy. The sun god feather Anghil will bring anger to your heads!" A man spitted, but not at the statue of the god on the ground, but at the altar, although he could not.
There is no need to ask again. The soldier, who is like a wolf and a tiger, rushed up and pulled him directly to the altar. Only then can he see the special features of this altar. The concave shape is exactly where the head is placed. A soldier pulled his neck forward and then took out a wide-blade axe. The wide-blade axe flashed with cold light, which not only cuts the neck, but also kills one person, but is sharp.
The man was still scolding, but the prisoner was not in a hurry, and then he saw it right and just had an axe.
"Puff!" A man's head rolled down. The executioner grabbed his hair and pressed it to the edge of the altar. The strangest phenomenon occurred. The head was born on the stone altar. Although he could not speak, his face showed an expression of incomparable pain.
This kind of pain is terrifying as soon as people see it.
"This heresy will wail on the altar for three days, and its head will be absorbed by the altar after three days." The presiding priest announced with satisfaction, and successfully saw the horror of the crowd: "And its soul will always wail here, and its face will continue to emerge in it-the next."
The second person who was pointed out was ashen, his face turned pale. He hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the two soldiers were about to come forward to pull him out, he announced that he would abandon the Sun God Yu Anghill and convert to Annin.
In fact, it is important to point out who is the subject. After all, intimidation takes time. Some important people (judged by clothes and energy) can be kept for the future, but some people who are not important and extremely strong can kill one to warn a hundred people.
The green little boy attracted Isa Nidi's attention, which immediately attracted the attention of the War Staff Pastor.
"Coach, do you have any instructions?"
"Nothing, this boy has a high potential, he will be a genius." Yisha Nidi said lightly. The Yanhuang Envoy was level 9 and could already see the essence through some things. He was not a son of god, but with such talent, it was indeed in all directions. No, it should be said that it was a region and an era, and only a few had such potential.
"Then, do you want a pardon?"
"No, no need. No matter how talented you are, you can't be more powerful than the iron rule. There is no need to pardon." Yisha Nidi said lightly.
His mother seemed to be the wife of someone of a very high status in the city, and she was only about twenty-five years old. She also refused to convert, and the soldiers grabbed her long hair without hesitation, pulled her to the altar with force, and exposed her beautiful neck. The executioner also raised a big axe, cut off her head, and also placed her head on the altar as a statue of eternal pain.
The young and beautiful young woman's body spurted a lot of blood from her neck. She twisted on the altar for three minutes before she completely calmed down.
"Child, what about your decision?" The presiding priest said to the green-eyed child as the rules, but the soldier was ready to catch him on the altar and behead him - after all, he killed his mother in front of him!
"Mrs. Are you the highest commander here?" the child with green eyes said to Yisha Nidi not far away.
"Yes, I am, do you have anything to say to me?" Yisha Nidi was a little surprised, but she still answered calmly and tenderly.
"What I want to ask is, if I convert to my belief, can I redeem my mother?" The boy, who seemed to be only seven or eight years old, asked as he asked.
"Yes, your piety and contribution will offset your mother's sins. If one day you can make enough contribution and piety to our Lord, our Lord can perform redemption and forgive your mother's sins." Yisha Nidi nodded, and she replied seriously.
This policy is a rule that Annien only had after he obtained the priesthood of redemption. Some forgotten people will of course be completely refined, but some souls that are still concerned about in the world will only suffer from purgatory pain and will not be completely eliminated, which leaves room for room.
"That's good. I can't change my mother's choice, but I can change my faith to change my destiny." The child with green eyes nodded seriously. He went up without spitting, and stepped on the statue of the sun god feather Anghill with his feet.
Everyone was silent, and some people behind were cursing, and even the expressionless prisoner and the presided minister had a little pale face. In this world of true gods, being able to step on the statue of the god under his feet represents a complete break. Such sin cannot be turned back no matter what - at the same time, it also represents a terrible invasion.
The soldier pulled out the swearing man and beheaded on the altar, but Yisha Nidi looked over deeply. After a moment, she smiled: "Very good, very good, what's your name?"
"I'm Mutya now!" the child with green eyes replied (Note: Mutya has the meaning of change in the local indigenous language)
"Very good, Mutya, I'll give you a chance, just be my apprentice." Yisha Nidi said, which determined his fate.
Chapter completed!