Near the Holy See, on a quiet manor pasture, several farmers were gathering fodder for their war horses. They worked hard every day and could only exchange for some dry food to satisfy themselves and their families.
As soon as they wake up, they need to start working and cannot rest until very late. They are cruelly exploited and devote their lives to the owner of this pasture.
This manor belongs to the nearby Holy See property and is directly managed by the Holy See. The taxes paid are also "offerings to God."
Every farmer working here is a devout believer. They live a humble life in this world and believe that gods can save them in the next life.
"May my sacrifice be known to God..." A farmer prayed softly as he grabbed a handful of wheat straw and cut it with a sickle.
The other farmer who worked with him didn't say a word. In fact, he was praying in his heart, praying that he would use his life's hard work to exchange for glory and wealth in his next life.
They also want to be like the bishops and archbishops, wearing gorgeous clothes, representing the gods, enjoying exquisite food, and living in such magnificent rooms.
"Hey! Look! What's over there!" In the distance, a farmer who took off his straw hat pointed at the sky and shouted in a surprised voice: "Look!"
On the pasture, the farmers who were working stood up straight, put their hands on their foreheads, and squinted their eyes to look at the sky in the distance.
Then, they saw some small black dots quietly approaching where they were.
At first, everyone thought it was the farmer who made a fuss and mistook a group of birds for something.
But then the farmers who were used to seeing flying birds realized that these things were not flying birds, but something bigger.
Because not only did they not see those black dots flapping their wings, they also saw those black dots rapidly enlarge, becoming much larger than ordinary birds.
Soon, these black things were so big that they shocked the farmers. The farmers looked up at the black weapons that were about to pass over their heads, and found that they were people wearing black robes one after another!
This is no joke! Growing up, this is the first time for farmers like them to see someone flying into the sky!
You must know that this is not Ireland Hill. In the sky here, there are no various aircraft with engines roaring and flying over people's heads!
I hope that the sky on Planet 2 will always be very clean. Apart from clouds and birds, there are no other messy things in the sky here!
"How can a person fly?" A young child, holding a sickle, stood on the grass and looked up at the sky, and asked the adults standing next to him in confusion.
His father obviously didn't know why someone could fly in the sky, so he had no way to explain it. He just subconsciously prayed that these gods flying in the sky could bring him a happy future.
It is obviously impossible for these figures flying overhead to hear the prayers of the farmers on the ground. They are not here to save these farmers who are being exploited, they are here to destroy!
That's right, these shadows are the God Puppet troops of the Elanthir Empire who were ordered to attack the Holy See. These are real God puppets, not those fake battle puppet robots.
Even in the original puppet empire, such a large army of god puppets has never appeared. Such a large number of god puppets can serve as the main force in any army.
"Enter the war zone in a moment... Form a group of five people! Eliminating all the Holy See's troops is the goal of this operation..." The leader was a puppet wearing a black robe, a white mask on his face, and the artistic font 01 engraved on his forehead.
He opened his mouth and ordered.
All the god puppets responded with a cry, and then began to swoop down, disappearing into the woods near the Holy City.
The Holy City is the only city controlled by the Holy See, and it is also the largest city in the world. The entire city can be said to be the Holy See itself, and the Holy See where the Pope lives is the core castle of the city.
The Crusader soldiers standing on the city wall, wearing unique armor and holding long spears, stood behind the crenellations of the city wall and looked listlessly at the open space in front of the city wall.
The main force of the Holy See has been dispatched, and the Crusaders who stayed here were not too vigilant. After all, the battlefield is too far away from here, and this city is too big!
There are millions of people in the entire city, and the city wall can't be seen to the end. In such a huge city, it is not easy to be completely vigilant.
Yawning, the soldier walked toward a tower at the end of this section of the city wall, leaning on his spear.
He was going to wake up his companion who was sleeping there and exchange positions with him. He had been standing here for about two hours and needed a good rest.
Before he could walk back to the tower, behind him, a black figure jumped onto the city wall at extremely fast speeds.
The black figure walked lightly, making almost no sound, and moved behind the soldier who was walking back like a ghost.
A sharp dagger pierced the Crusader soldier's body directly from behind. When the soldier opened his mouth to scream, a cold hand covered his mouth.
The Crusader soldier who was slowly losing his life opened his eyes wide. He wanted to struggle but could no longer muster the strength. He wanted to take a look at his enemy, but found that he could no longer control his neck.
Just like that, he fell down weakly, and the spear in his hand fell down. After tilting about thirty degrees, another black figure reached out to catch it without making any sound.
Being placed under the crenellations of the city wall, the Crusader soldier, who had been bleeding all the time, watched a man in black robes walk into the tower he just wanted to go back to, but he could only sit here, waiting.
My life is slowly passing by.
The man in black who walked into the tower on his behalf walked swaggeringly to the Crusader guard who was still resting, and inserted a long sword into the sleeping Crusader's body.
Not far away from the gate of the city wall, the corpses of more than a dozen Crusaders were lying on the ground, and several god puppets wearing black robes embroidered with the golden eagle emblem. They opened the city gate, and on the other side of the city gate, there were already waiting
There are some god puppets who are unwilling to climb over the wall.
