Everything in the hell camp is in order, and so is the heroic cause that Sid and the elders are responsible for. Everything is proceeding according to the original plan.

In fact, there are not so many accidents in the world, and there are not so many strange things happening. Many times, as long as you move forward slowly and step by step, you can accomplish shocking things.

A "miracle" is never a small probability event that suddenly breaks out. A "miracle" is a drop of water that cuts through a stone, a piece of iron that is sharpened into a needle, a rope that saw the wood through, a pile of feathers that sink the boat, and the accumulation bit by bit, when it finally succeeds, all

Everyone will exclaim "miracle"!

But they always ignore the slow and persistent efforts ahead.

It is impossible to kill someone, destroy a certain force, or become more powerful, or issue a few political decrees to support good deeds. It is impossible to think about it once and for all.

Lu En had seen a lot of things like this. The protagonist in the story wanted to fight against a certain system, so he practiced hard, became stronger, and wiped out all the big forces that practiced these systems, and then this system disappeared.

Everything becomes better.

Ridiculous, naive, and pointless.

The reason why a social system is a system is that people all over the world are using it. It has even become a habit, affecting everyone subtly. If you want to change it by killing people, you have to kill the whole world.

Only talented people can do it.

Therefore, by relying on education to change everyone bit by bit, a system can be completely eliminated. Otherwise, everything will just be a castle in the air.

But the good thing is, no matter what, everything is moving in a better direction, and no matter how bad it is, it won't get any worse.

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In the southern frontier of the empire, although war has not broken out, the situation has been urgent recently and small-scale conflicts have continued.

A staff officer records the battle on the battlefield

July 11> Rest in camp

The troops have stopped advancing and are committed to maintaining law and order in the controlled areas. At the same time, the situation in the non-controlled areas may further escalate...

July 16>The commander ordered the advance.

*Reports of sightings of heroes nearby are becoming more frequent. We have been dispatched. The order from above is to kill them all and leave no one alive.

*The Third Division has killed all the existing heroes in the territory, but thousands of victims who have been relocated due to the war are in urgent need of resettlement. Because it is in southern Xinjiang, there are many mixed-blood half-elves or simply pure-blood elves. These people are

The commander kills on the spot to prevent spies or survivors from bringing the news to the elves.

July 21> Resettlement of victims completed

*Recently there have been reports of large and small sacrificial activities and the emergence of evil spirits and divine totems. I speculate that some heroes are trying to strengthen themselves with faith.

*There is a horrifying legend about a hero who has become a local resident. He should be some "hero" who fell into evil deeds. No, we cannot call them heroes. They may be ancient legends, but now they are just executioners. They have created countless

He committed a massacre of a village and left bloody provocations everywhere.

July 25> One of the heroes of the massacre was arrested and executed.

*Today an entire group of bandits were executed for taking advantage of the chaos, but the turmoil they caused caused a new round of hoarding of supplies, and prices rose to a record high.

*God opened my eyes, my report attracted the attention of the Military Affairs Office, and a warship carrying support will arrive within half a month.

July 27 > Got Order

*The elves have reacted. It is said that their destination has been determined, and the candidates have been determined. They are very close to southern Xinjiang. The superiors have ordered us to stop temporarily, slow down our attitude towards the elves, and not to cause trouble at this time.

*Many reporters and poets from the kingdom have come. This war should not be fought. However, the military department requires us to continue to be stationed. I don’t know what the situation is. Maybe it is to prevent the elves from going south, but the army on the other side of the Eternal Forest

It has been removed, and we should remove it soon.

The unknown staff officer wrote down today's diary, then put away his notebook and walked out of the dark military camp.

In front of you is the army of the empire. The troops are neat and orderly. They perform their duties in an orderly manner. They are the best among the best.

He is also one of them. As a staff officer, he is responsible for communicating with the Ministry of Military Affairs, sorting out various letters every day, summarizing them into reports, and then submitting them to others.

This is a casual position, but the military rank is still quite high, because he also has the responsibility of supervising operations on behalf of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

With this thought in mind, a group of soldiers ran up to him: "Report to the commander! We have discovered another small village that believes in a cult. They are worshiping a totem, and that totem has given birth to spirituality!"

"Then act quickly. As before, no one should be left alive. The people from the church will come and destroy all the cults. Only the only righteous god of mankind can be worthy of belief. By the way, inform the general of the news." He said casually.

commanded.

Today's army is also very busy.

The busier one in this army is the Saint.

Soon, news of the cult reached her ears.

She is now an army chaplain, and the empire requires the church to also participate in the encirclement and suppression of these ancient legends. As the only high-level force currently available, she has to join a division with her men.

"Your Excellency, the letter has been delivered. Please execute it immediately. Then I will leave first!" The messenger saluted, swallowed, forced himself to look away, and ran away.

Every time he came here to deliver a message, he was always surprised by the beauty of the saint. How could there be such a beautiful person in this world?

It's so perfect that it's unbelievable, with no flaws that affect her appearance at all. Every inch of her body, from her fingers to her elbows, from her hair to her chest, is so beautiful.

And the most important thing is that this kind of beauty is not temptation, but holiness. It will not cause people to think of blasphemy, but... she just wants people to see more of her.

But he was a determined imperial soldier after all, so he quickly suppressed this impulse and said goodbye.

As for the saint, after receiving the order, she first thanked her and then assigned the task to other priests.

"Then I'll trouble you all." After distributing the tasks, she said to all the priests.

"...Sir, you have left the large-scale battlefield tasks to yourself again. Your body is already very tired. Please take a rest. There is no problem in leaving it all to us."

"Yes, our merciful Father will not allow you to strain your body like this."

The priests persuaded one after another.

"No, this is all my responsibility. Recently, all aspects of the church have encountered very serious things. Everyone still needs to perform their duties. Even I am no exception. There is no need to say anything more. Let's do it ourselves.

Just mind your own business. There have been a lot of cults popping up recently, especially heretics. Many of them are heresies that have been extinct in history. It is estimated that those ancient legendary heroes have started preaching again. This requires your efforts.

Save those lost lambs." The saint said calmly.

Then, she clapped her hands and said, "Let's all do things. Don't be idle. Every minute we delay, they will sink in evil for one more minute."

Everyone agreed and then dispersed, leaving only the saint alone.

And she left quickly.

Her destination was the battlefield, and she looked at the mess around her, with traces of lightning strikes, traces of shelling, many large craters, and many corpses.

This is a battlefield.

For the church, they usually guard many cemeteries, because the proper disposal of corpses is also within their scope of responsibility.

Consoling the dead souls, preventing them from turning into undead creatures due to resentment, or directly fighting the undead creatures that appear, such tasks have always been undertaken by local churches and professional guilds.

"Things are worse than I thought..." She walked to the battlefield with a little regret and sadness in her tone.

"My heroic warriors, I lift your souls high into the sky. I hope you can ascend to the kingdom of my Lord after death." She half-knelt on the ground, picked up the soil with her hands, and raised it to her head.

.

A faint white light radiated from the dark red soil soaked in blood that she held up. Along with a strong flash, a golden energy vortex overflowed from her palm and spread softly to the entire battlefield. Then, she began

singing.

Unlike her loud and loud voice during the war, she was gentle and sad at the moment.

Beyond magic, beyond sound, beyond good and evil, when the song sounds, even God will be shocked by its depth and power. What comes out of her mouth is the holy word of creation.

This is directly related to the power of concepts.

This primordial language, coming from an unknown origin and possessing infinite power - is incomprehensible to mortals, but extremely sweet, the beautiful music gradually becomes high-pitched, even the air seems to resonate with it, although there is no

Instruments, but it's like a symphony orchestra accompanying it.

The saint is like a beautiful singer. On a bright moonlit night, in the brilliant golden light, on the battlefield of mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the golden light shines throughout the night sky. A bunch of golden flames seem to suddenly appear on the battlefield.

Then, the flames became more and more numerous, eventually reaching hundreds or even thousands, along the ground, reaching to the sky, and finally disappeared into the sky. The surrounding area shone like the kingdom of heaven. It was obviously a battlefield littered with corpses, but it looked extremely holy.

After the song was sung, the empty valley echoed, and the lingering sound floated into the distance through the sky with the wind. The golden light disappeared. The battlefield was originally gloomy, but after the song, even the slightest gloomy aura was gone. If there is someone who is good at controlling the undead,

If a mage or professional looks here, he will find that the tens of thousands of spirits that were originally wandering here have disappeared, turned into flames, and ascended to the Kingdom of God.

The saint stood there. After doing all this, the saint turned her head and looked into the distance and said softly:

"Are you looking?"

"Saints of the contemporary church? You are still so hypocritical." A male voice replied.

It was an old man who looked about sixty years old. He was very old. His hands and feet were all prosthetic limbs made by alchemy. He looked very abrupt, but he moved very naturally.

The saint looked at the other party carefully and found that not only the hands and feet, but also the chest and abdomen of the other party had stitching marks. It was probably that even the internal organs had been transformed by alchemy, especially the other party's eyes. One of the eyes looked real.

The eye, and the other one, was probably also made through alchemy.

This is a person... I don’t know if he can be considered a living person. After all, his body and head are basically dead. I don’t know how he is alive until now.

"Hypocrisy? Where is the hypocrisy in sending the heroes who died in battle to the Kingdom of God?" the saint sighed and looked up at the old man.

She was looking up the corresponding information in her mind. Ancient legendary heroes had lists in the empire, and of course she also had a copy. These heroes usually had their own unique characteristics, which could be used to identify their identities and formulate tactics.

The old man sneered: "Send it to the kingdom of God and give it to God as fuel? Use your soul as fuel to keep the fire of God alive. Isn't that why you have to hold funerals? Every time someone dies, someone from the church must go there.
To be continued...