Chapter 152 The aftermath of the parties in Lahmia (4)
In front of the gate made of sand, more than five hundred Ukrainian special agents raised their sickle-shaped swords and placed them at their feet. They surrounded the entire military camp several times. The infantry phalanx at their feet was wearing full blue uniforms.
The golden armor, with its snake-shaped decoration, is full of chilling looks.
About dozens of haggard civilians of all shapes and sizes, their legs shaking like chaff, were pushed to the camp gate by two-by-two teams of white-robed palace guards.
"Are you really going to kill us?"
"The army alone is already very difficult, and there is that one, is it called U***t? You will definitely not be able to escape."
Everyone slowly squirmed forward with a look of despair.
"If I want to kill you, I will kill you just now when I capture you."
The palace guard escorting them said, pushing them forward vigorously.
"Prince, that's all."
"Lahmia is a big city with hundreds of thousands of people. Tell me, the only people who saw that were these thirty people?"
Alkadiza looked at the civilians who were kneeling together at the entrance of the military camp, but there were not even two rows of infantry squares. He looked at the palace guards with suspicion.
Before today, these people were completely obedient to the Queen or Neferata and her group.
He is just a priest practicing in the Blood Temple. Even if he becomes a priest king in the future, it will be who knows how long it will take.
Now that the other party has just handed over this kind of answer sheet, of course he is dissatisfied.
"It's late at night after all."
The palace guard looked at the prince and explained.
"How about mobilizing the underworld agents and searching door to door?"
Wosolun, who was wearing a black robe to hide his face, suggested that of course he knew that the palace guards only had the ability to monitor gossip and civilian public opinion. To catch all the suspects, it would be better to let the army enter the city.
The whole city is being searched.
"Once the corruption takes root, it's difficult to get rid of it."
The old vampire approached the prince and reminded him further.
"Then it's going to be consumed again!"
The prince's voice rose, then immediately dropped.
"I mean, then the tired souls of the divine warriors will not be able to rest."
Wosolun said irritably, while walking back to the shadow of the house. Although the sunlight above his head was almost completely covered by the black robe, it still made him feel pain all over his body.
"Anyway, it can be supplemented, I mean, it can be restored."
Seeing Arkadiza's face darken, Wosolun raised a corner of his robe and said.
"Even if you don't use the U***t, it's okay to let the army enter the city, if you believe that the corruption in them has been eradicated by the U***t. Just search from house to house and remove all the guys who don't look good.
If you catch them, you can basically clean them up."
But this will have a profound impact on the economy of Lahmia, especially the current Eastern Silk Country, and the trade volume of the barbarian countries in the north and south has begun to decline.
If this method is used to influence businessmen's evaluation of this place, many of Auroville's economic constructions will come to nothing. Will they work hard for decades just to end up unfinished?
"There must be other ways. Yes, I am still a priest."
The prince's fantasy was immediately shattered by Wosolun...
"Even the acolytes of the Blood Temple don't have many alive. You just want to use this identity to get mortals to come and let us test it. We don't have enough manpower to mobilize the believers."
"Anyway, I won't let the army do it."
"That's the U*** special, right? Compared with Auroville, dozens of souls are just a small but worthy sacrifice."
As he spoke, Wosuolun called to a few close soldiers on the side and lifted up a sedan wrapped in thick black cloth.
"First of all, let U***t return to the palace. If you supplement it here, the sun will eliminate a lot of this power."
A few minutes later, on the avenue leading from the west gate of the city to the side gate of the palace, a thin commoner was seen, without shackles, but being held like a prisoner
He hurried towards the palace and immediately attracted many pedestrians on both sides of the road to stop and watch.
A row of closely connected soldiers surrounded both sides of these guys who looked wrong. Further outside, there was a black special who made the ground tremble slightly even if he took a step.
This makes the distance between pedestrians not as close as before when watching the execution scene.
However, the appearance of the black special agent of the Horned Viper Legion still aroused unanimous cheers from the people of Lahmia.
The appearance of these things that had only appeared in the mouths of priests and children's storybooks in the past four hundred years made people who were not originally very firm in their beliefs dumbfounded and followed their compatriots.
Cheers.
Among the cheers, those who knew a little about war were the loudest.
Since the war with the usurper Nagash, the other kings have never allowed U***t to appear on the battlefield again.
Although almost no one knows why, the entire Nehekhara knows the fact that the kings are unable to summon the U***t.
Today, Lahmia is able to allow Uzbekistan soldiers to march on the road like ordinary soldiers. This is enough to show that in addition to being ahead of the entire Nehekhara economically, the City of Dawn has also become militarily.
Get rid of opponents who cannot use divine power.
Amid the shouts and gazes of the crowd, these snake-headed envoys opened their mouths, and the dark blue divine light belonging to Asafu lit up on them, declaring in a loud voice that no mortal could achieve.
"Asaf oracle, anyone who has seen the blasphemous scene last night will be infected by evil. These mutations will corrupt the fetus and turn it into a monster. There will no longer be trust between harmonious neighbors.
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"The water in the rivers will no longer be cultivated, and the rain from the sky will turn into poison. For the future of Lahmia, all the devout people of Asaf, capture those who have been corrupted!"
"They were unable to sleep because they were tainted by last night's blasphemy. They must be quite haggard now. Send all the suspects to the palace. The priest will know the impurity on their bodies."
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Everyone stared blankly at the Ukrainian special agents whom they had been cheering for just now, with expressions of confusion on their faces.
The Nehekhara language spoken by the U***s contains so many words that their fathers no longer use, that they have to hear it a third time before they gradually understand what the U***s mean.<
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However, this also seems to indicate that the Ukrainian special forces in front of us are really the unyielding souls of the champion warriors hundreds of years ago...
The crowd cheered louder.
Alkadiza and his entourage originally planned to arrive at the palace gate in 20 minutes, but the gradually increasing number of people on the road ahead forced them to arrive at the palace in more than 40 minutes.
Only when he was in the thick shadow deep in the palace, Wosolun got off the sedan that was so hot that it could almost roast a duck.
A large wind of shadow surged out from these blocked rays of light, and more and more gray mist condensed above the palace, condensing into pure black clouds, blocking the direct sunlight from hitting the palace.
Waiting until all the Black Agents were under the shadow, Wosolun allowed the soul power from the undead engines hidden deep in the palace and transferred by the Shadow Bridge to be injected into the bodies of the Black Agents.
The old vampire didn't stop until the dark blue runes on their surfaces were all glowing with light.
"About a hundred souls were consumed, and the loss was more serious than I imagined."
Wosolun shook his head and made a clicking sound...
"There are only more than thirty souls here now, and they are about to dry up."
"Although you can rely on your soul to attract the wind of death from another world to fill the undead engine, these energies cannot replenish the divine power of the Dark Agents."
The prince raised his palms to signal the other party to stop talking, and turned to the black special agents.
"In short, I beg you all to find the corrupted people in this city."
But none of the U*** agents made any move.
"You say you want to find it, but how do you want to find it?"
"Let me explain.
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Wosolun pulled the prince to the back, pulled down the hood of his black robe, and revealed his ugly face to all the black beasts.
"The Asafu divine power you inadvertently released last night made those tiny corruptions melt like ice and snow. Therefore, I want you to strengthen the overflow of divine power."
"I conducted an experiment using the first captured corruptor and the collected overflowing divine power. This deliberately increased concentration of overflowing divine power, depending on the concentration, will cause damage within a range of approximately 70 to 120 meters.
The sting of the corrupted."
"Using this soul detection rune, you can feel this sudden change. The range is about five hundred meters, and the number is not very large."
With that said, Wosuolun motioned to the servants on the side to carry a whole box of about sixty pieces of equipment made of prefabricated rune discs, which were like rings to the Ukrainian special forces, to the Ukrainian army.
**In front of the special ones.
"I just made it last night. It can be driven by divine power or the wind of death. If you can't understand how far 70 meters is, just calculate it as ten times as long as your arm." p>
"More than 500 UNESCO agents are investigating the city at the same time. Even if it is done on a carpet basis, it only takes four to five hours."
Wosolun patted his shoulder.
"Although you were all champion warriors in the army during your lifetime, and no one has to listen to anyone else's opinions. There are only two or three people who know each other at most, but I still have to ask you to form an effective team in this operation.
Command."
"Who are you looking down on? Old monster, except for the last batch of black specialties, we have been battle-hardened hundreds of years ago."…
Angry voices immediately came out among the Wu** special forces. Obviously, no warrior can tolerate characters like priests and wizards dictating military matters to veterans like them.
This has been the case since hundreds of years ago.
"Have been in battle for a long time? But I don't think that dealing with weak mortals can train your discipline."
Wosuolun said, but a tall black man walked in front of him and looked down at the old monster.
"Ever since eight hundred years ago, we have divided the ranks according to years of service. Newcomers will naturally follow the instructions of the veterans. Wizards like you don't need to worry about this aspect."
"Very good. Professional people do professional things. I agree with this. In short, the mission equipment has been given to you. You can discuss it yourself on how to complete it."
Seeing Wosuolun bowing his head and giving in, the Black Agents stopped talking and silently took away the "rings". After a few minutes of simply distributing the equipment, they formed dozens of different teams and left the palace. "Okay, we just have to wait for the news in a few hours."
"Are you going to see Neferata?"
The old vampire approached the prince and asked.
"Her injuries haven't healed yet, so I don't think it would be useful to see her at this time."
"You...okay."
Wosuolun hesitated to speak, looked at the prince who was immersed in the desk, writing something on a blank parchment, and said again.
"Then what are you busy with now? Our future King."
Arkadiza held her chin, thought for a while, finished writing on the parchment, and stamped it with her own seal.
"I'm wondering whether to send this letter to Astri. I need my father's help."
After pausing for a few seconds, he put the roll of parchment at the bottom of the pile beside the table, shook his head and said.
"It would be better for me to go there in person later. In these fifty years of life, I have not lived a day for myself. But in the end, you told me that this was a lie."
Having said this, Alkadiza's words were full of anger.
If it weren't for Neferata's lies, he would have returned to his father thirty years ago and inherited the throne of Khemri.
Said he would have a priest king and eventually become greater than Settra the Great.
At that time, what he felt about these flattering words was that in addition to his responsibility for the land of Nehekhara, he also felt a little proud.
But now, all these past pleasures have turned into stupid ridicule that flogged him.
"Want to meet General Ankart? He is the warlord Neferata relies on to control the army."
Seeing that the prince looked unhappy, Wosolun quickly changed the subject.
"You mean, let him organize an expeditionary force?"
"That's what you said."
The old vampire shook his gray bald head slightly, revealing the needle fangs behind his thin lips.
"That's him, but I still have to wait until I come back from Astri, which will probably take a few months."
"If you can't get away due to government affairs, you can go first."
Wosolun shrugged his shoulders and made a crackling sound, then suggested to the prince.
"I mean, I also need to take Neferata with me."
The prince's words made Wosolun's eyes widen slightly, although the movement range of those dead muscles was not enough for mortals to see.
He took off the blood bottle from his waist and drank a mouthful of blood to relieve his thirst. This is what he said.
"The political situation here can be left to me and Usoran. Anyway, the secret affairs are handled by Usoran and his blood descendants. You don't have to worry about the handover after Neferata recovers."