In December of Julian 526, the warriors of the Noodle God marched towards Colwell City, the capital of the Principality of Hendon, southeast of the Rock Mountains with the will of the Pope.
This time, the Skitarii only dispatched a hundred men, and each sergeant was equipped with three horses. However, the march was not in a hurry. Under the banner of the Flying Face Cult, it passed through Pengting County in the diocese smoothly. The first expedition
His plan was to go to Colwell by boat. From the end of last year to the end of this year, His Majesty the Pope planned to defeat all the resisting forces on the land in a dignified way, with a long sword heading east, directly piercing Hendon.
The heart of the principality.
After leaving Penting County, the first stop was Monet County, which is a viscounty with 14 villages under its jurisdiction. Its capital is Kim Town. There are 600 troops stationed there. After holding on for an hour, the city gate was breached.
In this expedition, it was Tang Jin who led the team. He was canonized as a Knight of Discipline and Centurion by the Pope in Julian 525. In March 526, he was appointed as the CEO of the Tribunal. As this
The first Flying Noodle Cult on this planet
An indigenous believer, his personal ability is not outstanding, but he has the fierceness of a religious fanatic. He is a loyal lackey of the Pope. This time he received the task of collecting the souls of pagans and decapitating the head of Archduke Hendon.
Come down and send back to the holy city Upalas.
This time the army carried a soul-burning square pillar and three boxes of black soul stones. On the second day after Tang Jin entered Jinmu Town, he filled all three boxes of soul stones, and then sent six sergeants to rush to transport the soul stones.
After returning, he took the remaining people and continued heading east unhurriedly.
In this way, Pope Lu Zhengkang can receive a pile of soul stones every week or so in Upalaz.
Such brutal killings inevitably reduced the reputation of the Flying Spaghetti Cult to the lowest level.
Both Barons Boyue and Gary continued to send letters to His Majesty the Pope, admonishing him to pay attention to his reputation.
Lu Zhengkang didn't care about this. When the generation gap in science and technology was too great, all opposition would be wiped out under the pressure of absolute power, so he did not stop Tang Jin, but just told him not to forget the business.
The Principality of Hendon has fallen into a huge noodle panic, especially on December 24, when the 1,200 Yardimo infantry and cavalry mixed army led by the first commander of the principality, Pero de Vegade, went down.
After Gu Pingyuan was defeated and defeated, the entire country of Colwell was in panic. A large number of merchants fled by boat overnight with their money. The king sent fourteen letters asking for help to his overlord, the Emperor of the Pang Lai Empire.
No matter what, as time passed little by little, Lu Zhengkang arrived at the gospel room on time at eight o'clock every morning. The Apostolic Expeditionary Force, thousands of miles away, would spread out the communication circle and then report the battle situation to His Majesty the Pope.
December 25th.
Tang Jin took off his heavy spherical helmet, revealing a face covered with square patterns, "Your Majesty the Pope, yesterday we defeated the largest army in the Principality of Hendon and killed the enemy general Wei Jiadai."
Lu Zhengkang was wearing a loose white robe with gold trim. "What are our battle losses?"
"There was a devout sergeant who was trapped deep in the enemy's formation and was trapped by a trip horse rope. He fell off his horse and landed on a rock. He accidentally broke the little finger of his left hand."
"How is his injury now?"
"It has been cured with the help of the Divine Blessing Pattern."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Okay, go to Colwell quickly, kill the man sitting on the throne, and then ask his family members who are willing to convert to the Flying Spaghetti Cult, and kill all those who are not willing.
"
"Understood." Knight Tangjin grinned, revealing healthy but uneven teeth and red gums, indicating that he had eaten well in the past two days.
Lu Zhengkang took the soul stone off the table and closed the communication circle. He yawned and walked to the laboratory.
Counting the time, it’s almost time to play the game again.
This time the skitarii were sent to knock down Hendon. There was no other purpose. I just felt that there were too few people in Uparaz and the skitarii were also too few.
If you want to expand the recruitment of the Skitarii, you must first develop the basic population and have enough food to support professional sergeants. Now there are a total of 300 people in the official Skitarii, 500 in reserve, and 50 in the Inquisition. There are only eight who can fight.
One hundred and fifty people is too few.
"Population, I need more population." Lu Zhengkang murmured.
"Believers! His Majesty the Pope needs a wider range of believers!" Tang Jin shouted to his sergeants, "You must do everything for His Majesty the Pope's wishes! Look at the armor and weapons on your body that are favored by God.
! Swords and arrows cannot harm you, strong strength, and freedom from injuries. These are given to you by His Majesty the Pope. Only firm faith in you can save you! Believe in yourself and take His Majesty the Pope’s words as your own.
Take everything as your goal from the bottom of your heart!
"In the name of Zhuo, the order of Zunzong!" The roars of a hundred people exploded like rolling thunder on the bloody plain, and the continuous rain in the sky froze for a moment.
"Let's go eastward!"
Three hundred war horses neighed, their iron hooves trampled into pools of blood. In the gaps between the thick iron armor, the magic light of magic patterns flickered faintly. Their scorching breaths were like the strong wind blowing the battle flags, and they all ran towards the direction of the rising sun.
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In the northern continent, as the traditional parish of Mithraism, the belief in the sun god began in the primitive society before historical records. In the entire Yaqtik, there was no religion comparable to Mithraism, and there were fragments of alien religions.
He taught a lot, but none of them left any traces on this battlefield.
The San Pedro Empire, which once unified Jacques, established Mithraism as the state religion. Although the San Pedro Empire has turned into smoke, its capital, Turgon, is still independent of the other countries on the mainland and is subject to the actual practices of the Mithraic Church.
control.
The existence of the Flying Spaghetti Cult is originally a scabies disease. It is an inconspicuous pagan religion in the southwest corner of the northern continent. There are two barony parishes. This does not matter to the Turgon Holy See. Anyway, Boyue and Gary
Neither of you will pay tribute to the Holy See, but now, when such a heretic threatens the safety of a principality, it cannot be said to be a small problem. It is simply an elephant in the room. The first reaction when people see it is: This
Where did this thing come from?
On December 30, 526 AD, the Skitarii army of the Flying Spaghetti Cult came to the city of Colwell, the capital of Hendon.
Colwell faces the Mojito Sea to the south, low mountains to the east, and fertile plains to the west and north. It is located in the tropics and is warm all year round. The Skitarii are growing wildly in green fields full of rice and beans.
The peasant women set up camp in the wild and fled early. In this huge space, only their flags were waving. The distant sea breeze blew through Colwell, bringing a strong fishy smell.
Adjutant Zander walked up to Don King and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Executive Officer, what appears in front of you is your destination. I heard that Colwell was originally a harbor where whalers gathered. To this day, the sea breeze blowing here is...
Smells like a rotten whale."
Tang Jin gritted his teeth. He felt a throbbing pain in his fingertips, which was like an electric shock. It was the desire to kill. The blood of the people of Yaldimer was boiling. At this time, the sun rising flag was raised on the gate of Colwell. It was the emblem of Mithras. The city gate opened and a group of knights in yellow cloaks rushed out.
When the skitarii saw the Mithraic cavalry, which numbered at most thirty, they all laughed.
This uninvited guest stopped on the road fifty steps away from the Flying Masks.
"Come and give me your name!" Tang Jin rode his horse and stood at the front of the Skitarii team.
"We are the knights of Turgon, and we want to see you, the leaders of the heretics!" Among the knights from the Holy See, a cardinal in black robes spoke up.
"Heretics! They deserve to be killed!" Tang Jin didn't say any nonsense and immediately started to charge.
The invincible and invincible Flying Mask Skitarii activated their magic patterns one by one, and the huge blood energy and fierceness on their armor turned into an invisible hot wind and drove the Holy See's team to pieces.
The two armies clashed, and for a moment, the flying mask army's lances ignited with red-gold flames. When the last of their cavalry walked out from behind the Holy See's team, only one of the two teams on the ground was still standing.
"Pagan, hum." Tang Jin spat secretly.
At the top of the city of Jactik, the sun was raised and the flag was lowered in a panic. At this time, a ship full of Mithraic cultists hurriedly set out to sea in the port.