"Luo Shi, let me reiterate, Lord Sir, you won't see anyone, go back."
Hell and humanity are at war on the Western Front.
In front of Sir Mulak's camp, two knight heroes are confronting each other.
The bridge of Luo Shi's nose is very high.
He had a thick and thick beard on his chin. He didn't have time to trim it, and it grew unevenly.
This was incompatible with his slightly delicate facial features, but it also gave him the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier.
His dark circles were heavy, and his sunken eyes were full of anger.
"Sarit Lal! Uncle! I will call you uncle for the last time!"
The rear has cut off our food, grass and supplies, do you know what this means?!"
Luo Shi gritted his teeth.
"This means Sir Sir will find a way!
Little lion, remember your identity.
You are just a captain, this is not something you should worry about!"
The gray-haired Sarit's eyes were full of coldness, and he said coldly.
"Little Lion, you are a general now, not a lord guarding a third of an acre of land!
What Sir Sir needs to consider is the outcome of the entire Erathia and the survival of the entire Mrak family!
Instead of just focusing on the few people under your command like you!"
Sarit turned up the volume.
"In the army, you either obey orders or promote me to master now.
When you become a master, come to me and express your nonsense complaints!"
Sarit's voice was still loud, but he spoke slower and continued:
"Little Lion, Lord Sir has high expectations for you, and I have high expectations for you, so don't ruin your future.
Now, as the flag-bearer of Sir Mrak, I order you to get back here!"
Luo Shi bit his back molar firmly.
He really doesn't understand.
Those sons of bitches in Erathia have already clearly targeted the Mulak family, so why does the patriarch still tolerate it?
We fought to the death, attacked five cities in a row, and our supplies were cut off by the rear. How could such a bastard thing still happen?
His subjects followed him onto the battlefield carrying their own rations and weapons, trusting him with their lives and fighting bravely for him.
But now, he wants them to starve.
hateful!
Luo Shi stared at Salit and said word by word:
"Follow your orders!"
"Albert, let's go!"
Luo Shi turned around angrily, strode away without looking back.
Albert bowed to Salit and was about to leave.
"Albert."
Sarit spoke indifferently.
"Remember to warn Luo Shi.
Don't think that just because you have made some achievements on the battlefield and received a few praises, you can point fingers in front of me.
You are his steward and his teacher. You are older than him and have more experience. You must teach him well."
Albert stood up straight and said:
"You are my uncle, and he is my master.
My master never values status or identity, he only values truth.
And I only recognize him."
Albert turned around and ran quickly to keep up with Luo Shi.
"snort!"
Sarit grunted and punched the long sword with the scabbard on the ground. The sword was deeply embedded in the ground.
"Uncultured stuff.
One, two, both.
He is not very capable, his temper is not small, and he does not distinguish between good and bad.
You are all fucking reckless and will die on the battlefield sooner or later."
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Intermission 2:
Inham stood in the camp. Opposite him was Queen Catherine of Erathia who was writing a dossier.
"Catherine, I now very doubt whether you have the ability to take charge of Lasia.
All of Erathia knows that Sousa is yours.
She rebelled.
It makes me wonder if I received your instructions."
Inham stood up straight and held the angel cross on his chest with both hands.
"On behalf of the Church, I give you an ultimatum.
If you cannot solve the problem of Sosa within half a year, the Church Inquisition will take over the Sosa rebellion.
At the same time, I will deprive you of all your real power as queen and hand it over to Roland."
Catherine touched her forehead with a headache and said:
"Inham, give me some time.
I believe Sousa is loyal to me, and there must be some hidden agenda behind her rebellion."
Inham took a deep look at Catherine and said meaningfully: "I hope so."
"Your Majesty, an urgent letter from Via Port City."
A monk hero walked into the camp, handed a letter to Inham, and quickly left.
Inham read the letter, spread it out, put it in front of Catherine, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.
“This is the third time Sylvia has submitted its resignation in the past two years.
Interesting, we are yours again, it seems you have one more problem."
Inham's eyes under the monk's hat stared at Catherine and said slowly:
"I hope you will not disappoint the church. Lord Seraph is watching Erathia, Your Majesty the Queen."
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Intermission 3:
"Lord Sousa, according to the plan, we are about to arrive in our territory."
A Crusader of Glory takes the reins of Sousa's horse.
The Glory Crusaders, a level 4 and 5 miraculous unit, are covered in golden heavy armor. They are the strongest individual troops under Sousa, and their combat effectiveness is even higher than that of the level 6 and 5 champion knights.
Sosa dismounted and took off his visor helmet.
Her long, bright brown hair falls down.
Her long hair was stained with sweat and stuck to Sosa's thin chainmail.
"How many supplies do we have left?"
The Glory Crusader remained silent.
Sosa's heroic sword-shaped eyebrows furrowed and he asked, "Why don't you speak?"
"That's all that's left in your backpack, sir."
"How come they are used up so quickly? Less than half of the supplies equivalent to 120 supply trucks are left?"
Sosa couldn't believe it.
The Glory Crusader lowered his head and whispered:
"Lord Sousa, if you pass a suffering village along the way, you will share the food once.
There are refugees who want to join us, and we have to distribute weapons and armor.
This is all that's left on this journey.
Moreover, due to the increase in the number of militiamen (level 1 and level 1) in the team, the remaining food that could have lasted for one month can only last for another half month."
Sosa was choked and speechless.
This is the fact.
Now the supplies for all the troops on the front line are basically collected by the church by forcibly recruiting villagers and some small acropolis.
What I have in hand is only a small part of those villagers who were forcibly recruited.
Every village we passed on the road was suffering from famine.
If we divide it among ourselves, the supplies will be gone. This is a normal thing.
Sosa took a deep breath and said: "If you hold on a little longer, you will be safe when you reach the territory.
I still have gold coins, so I can buy food then."
That's what he said, but Sousa knew clearly that this was just a way to quench his thirst and satisfy his hunger. Now the price of food in Erathia is already more expensive than resources.
But Sosa couldn't do it if he left those refugees alone.
If she were the Queen, she would definitely be like me and do better than me.
Sosa forcibly cheered up and said:
"Inform the troops. Hold on, it will be safe when we reach the territory. For Erathia!"
The Glory Crusader nodded vigorously and said loudly: "For Erathia! For Lord Sousa!"
Sosa took a deep breath and shouted silently in his heart.
"For humanity! For the Queen!"
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Intermission 4:
Ernie's letter:
Dear Archpope:
If you believe me, everything is fine, don't think about it.
I have escaped from Thunder City at the great sacrifice of my fellow believers and my subordinates.
The rye flowers on the tower have already bloomed. This year, the rye flowers on the tower are golden, symbolizing wealth.
This color is very nice, I think it looks much better than the parish white.
Whenever I see the white rye flowers in the parish, I will think of your blank head.
If our church perishes, it will definitely be during your term of office.
If not, you must be dead.
I am emotionally grateful for your order to rescue me.
But intellectually, I once again question whether you are capable enough to continue to serve as the high pope of the Cult of Wealth.
In order to save me, a total of 36 heroes sacrificed their lives, including 4 masters.
This is an unbearable loss for our Goddess of Wealth Church.
Analyze intellectually:
As long as I don't hand over the location of the forbidden magic ball, I will be absolutely safe.
A little bit of physical pain doesn't matter to me.
The sacrifices of 36 heroes had a far greater impact on our church than the pain I suffered.
Moreover, it would be a huge loss to use the weak Goddess's only chance to take action once every hundred years on me.
This also makes our Church of the Goddess of Wealth irreconcilably stand on the opposite side of the tower forces.
This will put all our church members lurking in the tower at risk of being traced.
It will also increase the alertness of the tower (smear).
No, I can’t say it anymore, it’s so angry that my magic lamp hurts.
Mr. Wealth once said: "Transaction is the exchange of something for another thing."
Not to mention that my life is most likely not in danger.
Even if I die, the price I pay is much lighter than that of 36 heroes.
I am just a legend, and each of those 36 heroes may become a legend.
You don't have a sufficient understanding of the costs and rewards of rescuing me.
I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of delaying Master Fortune's plan.
I think the best way to prevent you from becoming a sinner in our church is to abdicate on the spot and replace yourself with a more rational pope.
I hope you will consider my opinion carefully.
I'm rushing to the elemental forces to take refuge.
The tower has launched an attack on my territory.
However, my cities have already been fully prepared, and each city has magic crystal cannons.
Everyone knows the virtues of the human mages in the tower. Without a dead order, they will give top priority to preserving their own troops.
No one will be the first to attack the city and resist the first cannon.
Therefore, as long as the demigods don't take action, our territory can still hold on for a long time.
During this period of time, I hope you can use your shrinking brain to come up with a way to evacuate the citizens of our city.
If you can't think of it, please tell me in time and I will take the last resort.
I hope the rye flowers in the parish will change to a different color next year.
Bishop of the Goddess of Wealth: Yours sincerely, Elnie”
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Intermission 5:
The president of the Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce: Black Elf Shafuna is holding a tea tray in her hand, with tea sets made of fire silver placed on the tray.
She walked into the small room located on the top floor of her magic tower. This room was only 6 square meters in size, which was pitifully small.
There was only a bed and a table in the room, and the only thing that could lead to the outside of the room was a small window less than half a meter long and wide and a door.
Although the room is very simple, this room is indeed the most heavily guarded place in the entire Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce.
There are thirteen layers of magic arrays around the outside of the room, which not only isolates space transmission magic, but also effectively prevents creatures from entering.
There's only one problem.
These magic circles have no distinction between inside and outside.
Except for Shafna herself, it was extremely difficult to enter or leave the room.
The owner of this room is Shafuna's public legal husband.
Male concubine - Xiang Chong.
"Xiang, I made you Dream Black Tea."
Shafna walked in gracefully, closed the door, and put the tea tray on the table.
She skillfully arranged the tea set and carefully added sugar to the Dream Black Tea bit by bit.
This is supposed to be the job of a maid, but Shafna does it with gusto, as a matter of course.
Xiang Chong raised his head blankly.
Above his head is a glass window.
From outside the window, you can see the faint light of star moss in the sky.
Shafna brought the prepared black tea next to Xiang Chong, scooped out half a spoonful of it with a small spoon, carefully blew it to cool down, and poured it into Xiang Chong's mouth.
Xiang Chong opened his mouth unconsciously and took the black tea in his mouth, but did not swallow it.
Shafuna looked at her husband with more and more pity in her eyes. She stood and leaned down, squeezing the black tea into Xiang Chong's throat with her tongue.
"Ahem."
Xiang Chong was choked and coughed, and slapped his tail hard on the bed.
He closed his eyes in pain, stopped acting, and said directly: "Shafna, you cheated on me again.
You promised to let me go."
Black Elf Guild Leader Shafuna showed a kind smile.
"I let you go. But I caught you when you reached the top of the stairs.
You can’t blame me for this, I can only blame you for walking too slowly.”
Xiang Chong said no more words.
He knew that his struggle was powerless.
If you want to blame, blame yourself for exposing your ability in front of Shafuna.
You can't resist anyway, so don't be too hard on yourself.
Xiang Chong took a sip of Fantasy Black Tea.
This tea, made from special mushrooms and tea leaves, is one of the few spices in his recent miserable life as a prisoner.
He can taste the flavor of destiny from the fantasy black tea.
Xiang Chong didn't notice that his wife's eyes became more and more intense as she watched him drink the black tea.
After drinking a pot of Huanmeng black tea, Xiang Chong suddenly felt that his whole body began to feel hot and hot, and the tip of his square tail began to shake rapidly uncontrollably.
"Safna you!"
Before Xiang Chong finished speaking, Shafuna grabbed the tip of his tail. For a moment, his whole body seemed to have no bones, leaning softly against Shafuna's body.
Shafuna gently bit Xiang Chong's earlobe and said vaguely:
“This time it’s really not me who broke my promise.
Mainly, Laura said that she wanted a sister~~"
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Intermission 6:
"Emperor Kerrigan, how many frontline coaches have been changed in each Holy War? Is it useful? Changing the soup does not change the medicine!"
In the tavern of Hell, Isis (Hell, specializes in Mystery) complained crazily to Cyril (Hell, specializes in Hell Flame).
"Ash's command was great, but it must be replaced by Riska.
Riska also has a reason to say:
‘What kind of soldiers did I bring? They were fire elves.
What kind of miscellaneous soldiers are you asking me to lead?"
Isis knocked on the table hard, and the fire wine on the table bounced.
“What is the current level of the Western Front?
Let Ignatis bring a bunch of little monsters to fight M'rak, will he be able to fight?
He can't fight! You know he doesn't have the ability?"
"If this continues, the Western Front will be defeated.
After losing the Western Front, lose the Central Front, then lose the Eastern Front.
There is no way to lose next, not even Caitlin (not Queen Catherine) who can only earn gold coins can beat her."
Cyril twirled the wine glass uneasily and said hesitantly:
"On the other hand, our hell is better prepared than the castle for this holy war..."
Isis quickly interrupted:
"Oh wow, thank God for that.
I have already said that in a battle like this, if the hero's special skills are not good enough, what's the use of having more troops?
Can you guarantee that they can win against key heroes like M'rak and Queen Catherine?
Be pragmatic!
I really want to advise them to understand their own legendary specialties and the concept of combat first!
Ash (specialty, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy) fought quite well on the Western Front. Why did Emperor Cregan replace her?
We still have to punish her! Now we have lost five cities in a row on the Western Front. How do you explain it?
You don’t even have the face of hell!”
Cyril didn't know how to retort, and took a dull sip of Fireball wine.
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Intermission 7:
Ash hid in an underground cave, rolled up a freshly roasted lizard with his tail, endured the discomfort, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ever since she became a hero, she has never been so embarrassed.
How many years has it been?
Ash can't remember clearly.
How ridiculous is it that I, a legendary hero, ended up like this?
She remembered what happened two months ago, and her teeth itched with hatred.
He was suddenly dismissed from his position as marshal. Just as he was about to return to the capital to seek an explanation from Emperor Kerrigan Satan, he was intercepted and killed by four legendary heroes.
After finally fighting his way out of the siege, he found that news of his rebellion had spread throughout hell.
The territory was besieged, and his men were being held to death and captured. No one was left, and his pursuers were everywhere searching for him.
There is no way to heaven and no door to earth.
The more Ash thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and finally he couldn't help but sob in frustration.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm a succubus and I've never sold my body. It's easy to become a legend!"
"Originally, I thought that when I became a great noble of Over, I would open a big harem with food rations. Elves, humans, great demons, and orcs could eat whatever they wanted.
I have endured it for so long, and I have endured it many times when I saw good things, just to realize my dream.
Now, it’s gone!”
"The territory is gone, the subordinates are gone, the money is gone, the hope of having a harem is gone, it's all gone!
I have saved so much money with so much effort. Wuwuwuwu.”
Ash's nose twitched.
"Aiden! Aulima! Sherlocks! Remember this! Sooner or later I will seek revenge on you!"
Ash grabbed a lizard in one bite, chewed the lizard's bones into pieces, and swallowed it alive.
"It seems you need a little help?"
The enchanting female voice reached Ash's ears, and Ash was suddenly startled.
This sound is as alluring as the succubus instructors in the succubus lair when I was a child.
Ash raised his head warily, and there was a fellow member standing at the exit of the cave where he was hiding!
She was riding on a beautiful silver unicorn, and her clothes were noble and gorgeous, and in terms of quality, they were not inferior to her own.
Ash observed her appearance and felt ashamed.
In terms of looks, I won’t lose.
But after nearly a week of escaping, Ash was disgraced and his hair was disheveled.
Riding on a horse across from me, I was sitting in the cave, just like a princess meeting a refugee.
That's not right, Ash, you are a legendary hero, you have to stand up!
Mentally cheering himself up, Ash raised his head stubbornly and said, "My name is Ash, the legendary succubus. Who are you? How can you help me?"
There is a saying in Yasha Continent that describes the relationship between a succubus and a succubus:
When a succubus meets a succubus, they become each other's wives.
I won’t mention it when meeting succubi who are related by blood.
Even if they meet by chance, they will help each other.
Of course, the premise is that there are no males.
As long as a high-quality ration appears, the succubi will begin to scheming, deceiving each other, fighting for each other, and using various schemes.
It is very normal for a daughter to plot against her mother and for an elder sister to frame her younger sister.
They won't consider sharing unless they work hard until they are exhausted.
After all, high-quality rations are consumables. If other succubi eat one more bite, you will have to eat less.
This is the instinct engraved in the bones of succubi.
Therefore, once a succubus reaches adulthood, she will leave the succubus lair and wander alone.
Because of this, Ash's heart was pounding when this succubus appeared here.
She longed for the help of her compatriots, but was also afraid that this compatriot was the subordinate of some male hero and would come to deceive her.
"Dingling bell~" A clear bell sounded.
Ash saw the succubus flip down from the silver unicorn and land on the ground with the crotch-open red dress shaking.
She gently gathered her long hair and draped it over her left shoulder, tying it up with a ribbon.
Ash felt a chill in his heart.
This is the standard that the succubus already belongs to, which means that the succubus has been bound to a top-quality food ration that can last a lifetime.
(Then they are probably here to catch me.
Whose henchman will it be? Aiden or Sherlocks?
Wait a minute, that’s not right! Aren’t only pure girls able to ride unicorns?
Those two beasts are human scum who have taken refuge in the forces of hell, how could they not take action?)
Just as Ash's thoughts were spinning, the succubus at the entrance of the cave blinked.
Her pupils slowly turned purple.
This eye color!
Ash was shocked.
The pupils of succubi are all red. When they are very excited, their pupils will change from round to heart-shaped.
But she had never heard of a succubus who could change her eye color.
"My name is Nu Qier. As you can see, I am the apostle of the goddess of magic. I invite you to join our organization."
He is actually a true apostle of God.
Ash unconsciously took half a step back.
In the entire Yasha continent, the number of true god apostles is even rarer than the legendary heroes, and they have almost unlimited lifespans.
Anyone who can become an apostle of the true God must have top-notch talents.
Top-notch talents and unlimited lifespan mean that as long as the True God Apostle is not killed, he can definitely become a demigod!
"What organization should I join? If I join, what will I need to do? If I don't join, what will happen to you?"
Nu Qier smiled charmingly: "When you ask these questions, your heart has already told you the answer.
My sister, do you still have a choice?"
Ash closed his eyes and thought about his situation.
Four legends were hunted down, their territory was besieged, and they were accused of treason.
She sighed resignedly and replied, "I'll join."
"Smart move."
Between Ash and Nu Qier, an illusory magical contract is being formed.
This is a contract supervised and signed by the goddess of magic.
Ash, who had sold himself, stared at the contract unwillingly, and finally found the name of the organization he joined among the countless clauses.
Nu Qier changed her tone and said cheerfully:
"Legendary Succubus, Your Highness Ash, welcome you to join us. The name of our organization is:
Consecrate the gods.”
ps: The first volume is completely finished!!
Throw flowers!!
There are more stories in the next volume, and the worldview is about to expand!
Long live!
I beg capable readers to come to Qidian to support Little Hamster.
Hamsters know how to code!
I heard that if you put the monthly ticket into the mouth of a hamster, the hamster will eat the monthly ticket.
