Chapter 206 The rainstorm has passed, and the wind will rise! (7000, thank you book friends)
Late at night, the rainstorm was like pillars, but the military camp in the west city of Longgue Port City was still bustling with people.
The entire military camp was in full swing, and even the cold rain could not dampen the tense atmosphere in the military camp.
"We still need some linseed cloth here, cover it quickly!!"
"Come! Brothers, hurry up, there are only two hours left before dawn!
"The fleet is ready and waiting for everyone. Brothers, please be more agile!"
"Where are the heroes? Is there any hero who can help me bring military rations?"
"Hahaha, I've stolen the mission! I'll do it, I'll do it!"
"Sir, please register."
"Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Mo Xian!"
"Okay, Sir Mo Xian, we have registered 20,000 units of brown rice for you."
Pallu walks in the military camp.
The rain mixed with the soil of the military camp, and Palu's silver boots fell to the ground, accompanied by a splashing sound, and the wet soil would stick to his boots.
This sticky feeling on the feet made Palu a little uncomfortable.
He always felt like he was back in that dark prison again.
As Palu listened to the noise echoing in his ears, he always had a strange premonition that they would never be able to speak again.
It seemed that in the next second, the lively soldiers in these military camps would fall to the ground and turn into headless corpses.
Palu knocked his helmet hard.
He felt that Her Majesty the Holy Maiden had left such a deep impression on him that it made him a little bit obsessed.
Taking a deep breath, Pallu returned to the ranks of the Crusaders.
The Crusaders sat neatly on the stone steps, waiting to set off with other troops.
The rain beat down on them, soaking along the gaps in their armor and soaking their linings.
But their sitting postures were upright and not disorderly at all, 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.
Every position and every action they took was exactly the same as before he left.
Even though the commander was away, they didn't relax at all.
Four words came to Palu's mind.
Iron-blooded elite.
This kind of discipline is even higher than that of the imperial guards he led in Shengtian City.
At this moment, the aura they possess cannot be developed overnight. They must have experienced countless battles of blood and fire.
In recent years, there have been no major wars in Longgue Port City.
In other words, this group of Crusaders were already top-notch elites before he took over.
However, he has been kept in the dark and has a headache every day because of their disobedience to training.
These thieves have played me for so many years.
Now that he has become a subordinate of the Holy Maiden, they will stop acting.
It's too real and causes discomfort.
Only now did Palu understand why Her Majesty the Holy Maiden could be promoted to legend so quickly.
Before, I, like everyone else in Erathia, thought that the Holy Maiden was crowned because of the blessing of the Holy Spirit and good luck.
Haha, Good luck? It’s a joke.
Palu coughed and shouted:
"Attention everyone! Get ready to go! Crown the saint and die in service."
Whoa!
Row after row of statues stood up almost simultaneously, staring at Pallu.
Palu took off his heavy sword and pointed at the port.
"Target, Longya Port, board the ship."
Qi Ge held Mei Fu's little hand, stood on the high tower, and looked at Longgue Port City in the night rain.
The Crusaders of Longgue Port City were marching neatly and orderly on the streets ahead.
"Brother Jiyu, is this going to be a war?"
"Yes, there is going to be a war."
Qi Ge rubbed Mei Fu’s head.
Ever since he saved Mei Fu last time, Qi Ge has been entangled with this blonde little lolita.
However, when Qi Ge checked her attributes, he found that her potential was actually quite high.
[Name: Mei Fu
Gender: Female
Arms: Cavalry
Level: Level 6 (innate level 6 arms) (minor)
Level: Level 0 (0th stage occupation)
Quality: Ordinary arms
Race: human
Favorability: 60 (intimacy)
Properties: unknown
Stunt: Unknown*6 ]
The magic eye cannot clearly see all of Mei Fu's attributes, it can only see a part of it.
Qi Ge just glanced at it out of habit and figured out what was going on.
After careful questioning, Qi Ge found out that Meifu’s father was actually a level 6 and level 2 knight who had retired due to disability!
Ordinary cavalry only have 4 special skills, while Mei Fu has 6, which means that she is still a high-potential NPC with at least 2 exclusive skills.
Qi Ge's territory is in the development stage, and it is the time when a large number of territorial citizens are needed.
Originally, Qi Ge didn't want to attack Mei Fu.
After all, she is still a child.
But once this attribute comes out, there is nothing Qi Ge can do.
Although the alchemy potion that accelerates the growth of NPCs is relatively expensive, it is three to four times the price of the cavalry heroic soul unit.
But if Mei Fu’s potential is high enough, Qi Ge may invest in it.
Qi Ge is also doing it for Mei Fu’s good.
Meifu's father definitely did not have enough resources to raise Meifu.
Qi Ge can only reluctantly become the godfather of little Mei Fu.
Of course, Qi Ge has not yet talked to Mei Fu’s parents.
But it doesn't matter, Qi Ge is confident that he can impress them and let their family move to God's Chosen City.
Players from the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce donated money and materials, which boosted the reputation of the entire DC area of Longgue Port City.
As the president of the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Qige's status in the DC area has also risen.
Every DC area resident who mentions Seven Pigeons will give him a thumbs up and praise him as a hero with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness.
"Brother Jiyu, why are you fighting? Dad said that fighting is not good."
Because it is necessary to end the war with war, forcefully end the holy war, save Sir Mrak, and reduce the pressure on the people of Erathia.
Of course, Meifu is a little girl, so when explaining to her, Qi Ge prefers to use a gentler approach.
"Because Erathia and Hell are already at war.
It's like two little boys fighting. We all know that fighting is not good.
What should Maeve do if she wants to stop them from fighting?"
Maeve clapped her hands and said, "I know! If I knock them both down, they won't continue fighting!"
Seven pigeons:???
Little Maeve, what kind of education have you received?
But it unexpectedly fits the current situation.
Qi Ge laughed and said: "We are going to go there now and knock down both Hell and Erathia."
Mei Fu nodded happily, her eyes shining:
"I understand, come on, Brother Jiyu! 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 Longgue Port City.
Does this count as being destructive and misleading?
Just when Qi Ge wanted to educate Maeve about hitting other little boys, Adela came up from the stairs.
"Seven Pigeons, the preparations are complete."
Qige looked at Adela.
She changed into a white waxed monk's robe, and used a white wind hood to hold the long golden hair on her head. Matching her harmless face, she looked particularly pure.
"Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."
Maeve was naughty and naughty in front of Qi Ge. When she saw Adela, she stood up straight with respect and performed a church salute in a decent manner.
Under the influence of Mei Fu's parents, she naturally has a sense of awe towards the Holy Heaven Church.
What's more, Adela resurrected Maeve's parents, so Maeve has extra respect for Adela.
Adela smiled, the corners of her eyes turned down, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, showing an indescribable tenderness.
"Little Maeve, please go home obediently. My brother is leaving with his sister.
The place my brother and sister are going to is somewhat dangerous, so little Maeve can’t go there.”
Qi Ge looked at the pure white Adela through the pattering rain, and admired its beauty in her heart.
He held up the umbrella, took Maeve's hand and walked to Adela's side.
"Adela, let's get ready on the battleship first.
As soon as daylight comes, send a signal to Sylvia."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Adela said softly while holding Maeve's other hand.
Qi Dove is wearing a white cloak, Maeve is wearing an off-white dress, and Adela is 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.
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March 22nd, Year 279 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.
Like a thunder, a news quickly exploded in Erathia!
The saint of Longgue Port City, the legendary hero Adela, chose to participate in the Holy War because the city she was guarding was attacked by Kerrigan (Hell)!
The city lord of Longsheyang City, the legendary hero Hual who was on the road to suppress the rebellion, is urgently returning to Longsheyang City to garrison.
The next day, another thunder broke out.
Sylvia, the uncrowned king of Port City, brought mankind's strongest battleship Blue Whale and part of the pirate emperor fleet to respond to Adela's invitation and declare war on the forces of hell.
For a time, the whole country of Erathia was shocked. The people and nobles who heard the news all cheered and felt that the victory of the Holy War was close at hand.
Even the shadow caused by Sousa's rebellion has faded a bit.
In the Holy City, people cheered for the name of the Saint and the Pirate Queen and poured into the streets to celebrate together.
The bards played trumpets and sang psalms of praise.
The church priest played hymns to celebrate the turning point of the jihad.
While the whole country was cheering, there was one person who was extremely dissatisfied with Adela and Sylvia's unauthorized actions.
Roland knocked on the table hard!
There was a "bang" sound!
The wine glasses and plates on the table bounced one after another, and some fell to the ground. Ping-pong sounds were heard one after another, and the glass shattered to the ground.
"Why is Your Majesty so angry?
You should be happy that Adela and Sylvia are joining the war.
This proves that they are on the side of our theocracy and support our theocracy’s ideas.”
Rod Hart slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly.
"Ha! Then I still have to thank them?"
Roland snorted coldly and leaned on the back of the chair carved with white feathers.
He spread his hands and placed them on the armrests on both sides of the chair, covering the images of monks kneeling and kowtowing on the armrests.
"Rod Hart, I think you are asking questions knowingly!
Adela and Sylvia claimed to be neutral from beginning to end. They had never participated in the previous holy wars.
Adela kept saying that she didn't like to use force to solve problems, and Sylvia kept saying that she just wanted to protect her treasure island, so they both rejected my invitation.
But at this moment, they suddenly chose to participate in the jihad.
With ulterior motives!"
The more Roland thought about it, the more angry he became. He felt that he had been tricked by Catherine.
"Their unauthorized actions disrupted the deployment of our theocracy.
The opening of the Fourth Holy War battlefield has caused emptiness in the country, and our enemies are not only hell.
In order to guard against the threat of the cemetery, when the strongest naval fleet left the south, all the lords in the south who could spare their hands to attack Sosa had no choice but to stop their efforts.
This would have been a great opportunity to cut off one of Catherine's arms.
I think they have secretly taken refuge with Catherine and want to use this method to buy time for Sosa!
If Sousa is allowed to successfully stand on his own feet, even if the angels take action in the end, it will be a huge blow to our theocracy.
This will revive the human supremacist trend that we have completely suppressed!
That woman Catherine is a short-sighted person with no mercy. She only cares about the present. She doesn’t understand what faith is and what the future of mankind is!
We in Erathia cannot afford this kind of internal strife. Human beings should not give up on their gods!
Without angels, how can our human forces gain a foothold in this dangerous land of Yasha World?!"
Rod Hart knocked on the table and smiled sinisterly:
"My lord, even so, what can we do?
Don't forget, our god is on Adela's side now.
The angels are not as farsighted as us, they just simply want to destroy the machines of hell."
Roland frowned and looked at Rod Hart. The two of them fell into silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
Qi Ge's small move interrupted the decades of careful planning by the theocrats and completely destroyed the trap they had finally set up against Sosa.
Although Roland was dissatisfied with Adela, he had nothing to do with Adela.
Adela is a saint of the church, and what she is doing is the most correct thing in Erathia: crusade against hell.
In Erathia, as long as a hero shows his willingness to conquer hell, the angels will support him unconditionally.
If any hero can achieve great results in the battle against Hell, such as destroying the legend of Hell, or capturing several cities and finally defending them.
Then every week there will be an NPC Archangel holding a wreath in hand and bringing several NPC Angel Brothers to seek refuge with him.
In a simple word, the crusade against hell is the political correctness of Erathia.
Having the support of the angel race means that no matter whether the church wants it or not, and whether the theocracy wants it or not, they must stand by Adela.
For this reason, Pope Ronis was still busy and issued a supplementary notice for Adela and Sylvia's expedition against hell.
This proves the sanctity of Adela and Sylvia's expedition.
"What about the papal side of the church? Has Inheim given us an explanation?
Adela is now one of their papists."
Rod Hart shook his head and said:
"Your Majesty, I don't know why I can't contact you all of a sudden."
Roland walked to the window and looked at the huge angel statue outside the window through the glass.
Countless pilgrims were like ants, kneeling in front of the angel statue and praying devoutly.
Roland frowned and sighed.
"Do we really have to take that step? If we fail, the consequences will be too serious."
Rod Hart approached Roland and said:
"Your Majesty, the time waits for no one.
Your Majesty, please make an early decision."
Roland took a deep breath and did not answer.
——Min——Dove——Line————
Inheim returned to his room and untied his monk's robe with trembling hands.
He took off his underwear and placed it on the table.
This undershirt was completely soaked in cold sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water.
"Ah! De! La!" Inheim made a reluctant voice from the deepest part of his throat.
At this most critical moment, he was stabbed in the back by Adela.
She was actually the first judge of the Inquisition selected by Pope Ronis.
It’s her!!!
The whole of Erathia is guessing who the referee is, but Adela's name is not among the candidates predicted by all the forces.
The chief referee is like a knife hanging over everyone's heads. This knife is most powerful before it falls out.
But when this knife falls, it will be shocking.
It turns out that the unlucky guy who took the first stab was himself!
When Ronis threw in front of him the complete chain of evidence that the papists forced people to change jobs and become pilgrims, and that Nicholas betrayed mankind and joined hell, Inheim's heart went cold.
The strength of Pope Ronis is the strongest among all humans in Erathia.
Under his strong pressure, Inheim could not stand firmly.
Fortunately, his attainments in mysticism have reached the level of legend, and he could barely withstand the questioning of Pope Ronis, and temporarily got rid of the suspicion of colluding with hell.
No matter what, his papal sect will definitely be thoroughly investigated to see if it has anything to do with hell.
He was asked to close the monastery and practice Buddhism for a month.
Inheim couldn't even imagine what kind of blow the middle and bottom levels of the Papal sect would receive in this month.
That must be devastating.
Inheim knew very well that when it came to colluding with Hell, this was something Ronis could not tolerate.
Damn it, damn Nicholas.
What part of his brain was wrong and he wanted to collude with hell? And his sperm got into his head and wanted to attack Adela?
Inheim was so angry that just because he asked Nicholas to send some money to him, the entire papal sect was labeled by Bishop Ronis as colluding with hell.
Heim was so wronged that he almost vomited blood.
The possibility of the papists deposing Queen Catherine and implementing a dual papacy suddenly dropped to the freezing point.
All of Inheim's previous efforts were in vain.
Inheim sat at the prayer table, constantly flipping through the notes he had written in special code words.
There is still hope, and he won't give up so easily.
It was already clear that Adela was a member of Pope Ronis, so Adela, who had always been considered by them to be the chief judge of the Inquisition, became a target that the Popes could fight for.
If you can convince Adrid to join the Papal sect, you can capture a quarter of Erathia!
A month later, as long as we can gain a foothold in the quiet and stable north, we will have a chance to make a comeback.
For this reason, no matter what the price, he will succeed.
While flipping through his notes, Inheim's thumb touched a name - Mrak.
Inheim paused.
This was a powerful opponent that he had tried every means to defeat. He had even put a rope around his neck, and was just about to give him the final squeeze.
But now, Inheim can only give up all plans and find a way to make a comeback.
Whether he wanted it or not, the papal faction, which was at its peak, had fallen to the bottom overnight.
Adela's knife is too painful and too sharp.
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Mrak is eating.
On the dining table, there are stewed rabbit meat, smoked fish marinated with fine spices, and roasted duck...
This is an excellent meal even if placed in a banquet of legendary heroes.
But the only person who enjoys it is Sir Mrak himself.
Sarit Lal stood in Sir M'rak's tent.
They had just captured the sixth hell city, and the process was extremely smooth.
It's like hell is playing along with them.
There are only a few little monsters defending the city, not even a single hero.
When Sir Mulak'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 Mrak still ordered the celebration.
While all the troops were celebrating their victory, Salit was the only one who was not happy at all.
As Sir Mrak's herald and logistics manager, he knew very well that the troops' supplies had fallen below the danger level.
In three more days, as long as there is no rations delivered, the troops will fall into famine.
The hell city that had high hopes was turned out to be an empty city.
Supplies to the rear were cut off.
Their troops on the western front were left alone.
This is to let them die!
When Salit was worried and wanted to discuss it with Sir Sir, he saw this scene in Sir Sir's tent.
The troops are almost out of ammunition and food, and Lord Sir is actually enjoying himself?!
The huge impact left Salit stunned on the spot without knowing what to do.
Sir M'rak wiped his mouth and said:
"Salit, I'm going to die."
Salit was suddenly startled: "Sir Sir, what are you talking about!"
"Salit, please calm down, sit here and eat a little together, and listen to me."
Sir Mrak tore a chicken leg, shook the sauce on the chicken leg, and finished eating slowly.
After Salit's expression changed several times, he sat down opposite Sir Mulak.
Sir Mrak nodded, stabbed a piece of smoked fish with his fork, and said:
"I am a prisoner on death row. I was lucky enough not to die. I have grown up step by step and experienced a lot.
I always thought that I could change Erathia and change humans so that humans would no longer be oppressed by angels.
But it wasn't until today that I understood.
Humans don't want to be changed, and Erathia doesn't want to be changed either.
I can't change anything, not even myself.
No matter which legendary hero Erathia is, he can basically be divided into two factions. The people's livelihood faction advocates the development of basic economic agriculture and relies on the cooperation of a large number of human troops and angels.
A theocracy that advocates that all humans should believe in angels in order to increase the output of faith and increase the output of angels.
As for me, I am neither of the two factions.
I am a human supremacist who advocates the elimination of angels and the elimination of churches.
I have always believed that people who are not of my race must have different minds!
Angels are not good birds.
Therefore, I am incompatible with them in Erathia.
When I was young, I relied on my strength and never hid my thoughts.
When you get older and understand some truths, no matter how much you want to hide them, you can no longer hide them.
The most important thing is that I have reached the level of demigod."
Salit's eyes lit up!
Climb to heaven!
Demi god!
Salit blurted out: "Sir! Isn't this a good thing!"
Mrak said while chewing a piece of beef:
"You're wrong, Salit.
Angels can tolerate a human-supremacist legend, but they cannot tolerate a human-supremacist demigod.
It's just a legend. No matter what ideas you have, it's just a small fuss.
If I am promoted to demigod, I will have the ability to truly threaten them.
Therefore, I must die.
Some time ago, Inheim, Ronis, and Roald kept targeting our family, which was a warning to me.
They were telling me I deserved to die."
Salit bit his lip and sat down uncomfortably.
Mrak continued: "They don't want to kill me. For a legend who has embarked on the road of being a demigod, the sin value of killing me is too high and the price to pay is also too high.
So they are forcing me to die.
Use my family and your lives to force me."
"Sir 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 will rebel against Erathia!”
Salit pressed his hands on the table and stood up excitedly.
"Sit down, Salit, and don't spill the chicken soup."
Mrak used a big spoon to make a bowl of chicken soup, took a slow sip, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
“Delicious!
Salit, the fact that I am sitting here and telling you this means that I have made a decision.
I will weigh whether the life of the entire Mulak family or my own life is more important.
If you rebel, what will happen to your wife who is a powerful person in the castle? What will happen to your children?
Our Mulak family has developed too much, and our roots in Erathia are too deep."
Salit gritted his teeth:
“My wife can remarry, and my children can be reborn!
As long as you say a word, my lord, there is nothing I cannot give up!"
Mrak cut off a piece of steak and said:
"Salit, there is no need to discuss this issue.
Let you risk all your lives to fight a losing battle with me.
Or take you to wander away from Erathia.
Or even simply go to hell.
I have considered it all and given up.
It's not necessary, it's just my life after all.
Those roads are not good roads, and you will have a very hard time.
I have lived long enough and died well.
You all still have your own future.
When you return to Erathia, go find Her Majesty the Queen.
In this holy war, everything I did was to demonstrate the value of our Mulak family and tell those dog slaves enslaved by angels that you are very capable and valuable.
As long as you can fight hell, angels will not touch you.
Her Majesty the Queen will arrange your way out, and she will be your backer.
Nothing will change."
Mrak put the knife and fork into Salit's hand and said:
"Salit, I was once a death row prisoner.
It's just that he died now.
Death row inmates will be given a good meal in prison before they die.
No one makes arrangements for me, I make arrangements for myself.
After finishing this meal with me, we will withdraw our troops. On the way, I will explain some things to you.
Eat now, otherwise the food will get cold."
Salit's tears blurred his eyes, and through the blurred eyes, Salit looked at Sir Mrak's face.
His face is slightly chubby and his eyes are not big, but he is very energetic.
He was chewing a piece of rabbit meat with a calm expression, completely unlike a person on his deathbed.
At the peak of his life, he foresaw his own death.
But he did not have hysterical madness, but he also struggled at all costs, without despair, without fear, without fear.
Instead, he accepted all this calmly and arranged a future retreat for his subordinates and family.
He will wish to stay and eat his last meal in peace.
Salit felt that Sir Mrak did not deserve to die.
But everything that happened seemed to hint at the death date of Sir Mrak.
Even Kerrigan seemed to be cooperating with Erathia, adding glory to the last moments of Sir M'rak's life.
It was as if all hell was trying to help Sir Mrak die a decent death.
Salit was unable to change all this, so he could only vent the inexplicable emotions in his heart on the roast chicken on the dinner plate under Jazz's expectant gaze.
Salit ate the roasted chicken with big mouthfuls, but it tasted like wax. The more he ate, the more uncomfortable he became.
Sir Mulak took a bite of the smoked fish.
The smoked fish was very fragrant, and Sir Mulak felt that he had good taste and made the right purchase.