Chapter 210 The Rainstorm Has Passed, and the Wind Is About to Rise! (7000, Thanks to All the Book Friends)

Late at night, the rainstorm was like a pillar, but the West City Military Camp in 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 on! 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 some military rations?"

"Hahaha, I've stolen the mission! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Sir, please register."

"Timely Rain Merchant Guild, Mo Xian!"

"Okay, Sir Mo Xian, 20,000 units of brown rice have been registered here 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 with 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.

Pallu banged 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 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, running 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 men.

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 Pallu'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.

But 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.

Too real, causing discomfort.

Only now did Palu understand why Her Majesty the Holy Maiden could be promoted to legend so quickly.

Before, like everyone else in Erathia, I thought that the Holy Maiden was crowned because of the blessing of the Holy Spirit and good luck.

Haha, good luck? What a joke.

Palu coughed and shouted:

"Attention everyone! Get ready to go! Crown the saint and die in service."

Oh no!

Row after row of statues stood up almost simultaneously, staring at Pallu.

Palu took off his heavy sword and pointed at the port.

"Target, Dragon Tooth Port, board the ship."

Qi Ge held Mei Fu's little hand and stood on the high tower, looking at the city of Longtongue 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?"

"Yeah, there's 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 career)

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, and can only see a part of it.

Qi Ge just glanced at it out of habit and figured out something was going on.

After careful questioning, Qi Ge found out that Mei Fu’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.

She is still a child after all.

But when this attribute comes out, Qi Ge has nothing to do.

Although the alchemy potion that accelerates the growth of NPCs is relatively expensive, three to four times the price of the cavalry heroic soul unit.

But if Mei Fu’s potential is high enough, Qi Ge will not be able to invest in it.

Qi Ge also does it for Mei Fu’s good.

Meifu's father definitely did not have enough resources to train Meifu.

Qi Ge can only reluctantly become little Meifu's godfather.

Of course, Qi Ge hasn’t talked to Mei Fu’s parents yet.

But it doesn't matter, Qi Ge is confident that he can impress them and let their family move to God's Choice City.

Players from the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce donated money and materials, which boosted the reputation of the entire Dongcheng District of Longgue Port City.

As the president of the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Qi Ge's status in Dongcheng District has also risen.

Every Dongcheng District resident who mentions Qige will give 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 Qi Ge prefers to use a gentler approach when explaining to her.

“Because Erathia and Hell are already at war.

It's like two little boys fighting, and we all know fighting is bad.

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!"

Qige:? ? ?

Little Maeve, what kind of education have you received?

But it unexpectedly fits the current situation.

Qi Ge laughed and said: "We are going over now to knock down Hell and Erathia."

Maeve nodded happily, her eyes shining:

"I understand, come on, Brother Jigure! 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 teach Maeve that it was not good to hit other little boys, Adela came up from the stairs.

"Seven Pigeons, preparations are complete."

Qi Ge 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 the top of her head. Matching her harmless face, she looked particularly pure.

"Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."

Maeve, who was naughty and mischievous in front of Qi Ge, saw Adela, 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 special 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 where my brother and sister are going is somewhat dangerous, so little Maeve can't go there. "

Qi Ge looked at the pure white Adela through the pattering rain, and praised her beauty in her heart.

He held up the umbrella, took Maeve's hand and walked to Adela.

“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.

————

March 22, Year 279 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

Like a thunder, a piece of 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.

Bards blew horns and sang psalms of praise.

Church priests played hymns to celebrate the turning point of the jihad.

Amidst the cheers of the whole country, 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 battle.

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 left the country empty, 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 to stop.

This was originally a great opportunity to cut off one of Catherine's arms.

I think they secretly surrendered to Catherine and wanted to use this method to buy time for Sosa!

If Sosa succeeds in standing 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 thought that has been completely suppressed by us!

Catherine is a short-sighted person with only kindness. She only knows how to take care of the present. She doesn't understand what faith is and what the future of mankind is!

We in Erathia can't afford this kind of internal friction. Humans should not give up their gods!

Without angels, how can our human forces gain a foothold in the dangerous land of the Yasha world? ! "

Rod Hart knocked on the table and smiled grimly:

"My majesty, even so, what can we do?

Don't forget, our God is now on the side of Adela.

The angels are not as far-sighted as us. They are just simple machines that want to destroy hell. "

Roland frowned and looked at Rod Hart. The two fell into silence, waiting for the other to speak first.

The small move of Qi Ge interrupted the theocracy's decades of careful planning and destroyed the trap they had set for Sosa with great difficulty.

Although Roland was dissatisfied with Adela, he had no way to deal with Adela.

Adela is the saint of the church. What she is doing is the most correct thing for the whole of Erathia: conquering hell.

In Erathia, as long as a hero shows his willingness to conquer hell, the angels will support him unconditionally.

If any hero can gain in the battle against hell, Quite a lot, such as destroying the legend of hell, or conquering several cities and finally defending them.

Then every week, an NPC archangel will come to him with a wreath in his hand and several NPC angel brothers.

In a nutshell, conquering hell is the political correctness of Erathia.

With the support of the angels, it means that no matter whether the church is willing or not, no matter whether the theocracy is willing or not, they must stand on the side of Adela.

For this reason, Pope Ronis still took time out of his busy schedule to supplement Adela and Sylvia's expedition with a notice to conquer hell.

This proves the sacredness of Adela and Sylvia's expedition.

"What about the Pope's faction of the church? Did Inheim explain to us?

Adela is now a member of their Pope's faction."

Rod Hart shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty, I don't know why Inheim suddenly couldn't be contacted. "

Roland walked to the window and looked at the huge angel statue outside the window through the glass.

Countless pilgrims knelt in front of the angel statue like ants and prayed devoutly.

Roland frowned and sighed.

"Do we really have to take that step? If we fail, the consequences will be too serious."

Rod Hart came to Roland and said:

"Your Majesty, time waits for no one.

Please make a decision as soon as possible."

Roland took a deep breath and did not answer.

---Pigeon---Line---

Inheim returned to his room and untied his monk's robe with trembling hands.

He took off his inner shirt and put it on the table.

This inner shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

"Ah! De! La! "Inheim made an unwilling sound from the deepest part of his throat.

At this most critical moment, he was stabbed in the back by Adela.

She was the first chief judge of the Inquisition selected by Pope Ronis.

It was her!!!

The whole of Erathia was guessing who the chief judge would be, but Adela's name was not among the candidates estimated by all forces.

The chief judge was like a knife hanging over everyone's head. Before it fell, the power of this knife was the greatest.

But when this knife fell, it would be earth-shattering.

In the end, the unlucky guy who got the first knife was himself!

When Ronis threw the complete chain of evidence of their pope forcing people to change their jobs to pilgrims and Nicholas betraying humanity and joining hell in front of him, Inheim's heart sank. .

The strength of Pope Ronis is the strongest among all humans in Erathia.

Under his powerful pressure, Inheim couldn't even stand steadily.

Fortunately, his attainments in mysticism have reached the legendary level. He barely withstood the questioning of Pope Ronis and temporarily got rid of the suspicion of colluding with hell.

In any case, his papal faction will be thoroughly investigated for any connection with hell.

He was asked to stay in the monastery for a month.

Inheim didn't dare to imagine what kind of blow the middle and lower levels of the papal faction would suffer during this month?

It must be devastating.

Inheim knew very well that colluding with hell was a reverse scale that Ronis could not tolerate.

Damn, damn Nicholas.

What's wrong with his brain to collude with hell? And he was horny and wanted to attack Adela?

Inheim was furious. Just because he asked Nicolaz to give him some money, the entire papal faction was labeled as colluding with hell by Bishop Ronis.

Inheim was so wronged that he wanted to vomit blood.

The possibility of the papal faction abolishing Queen Catherine and implementing the dual pope system suddenly dropped to the freezing point.

All the efforts of Inheim before were wasted.

Inheim sat in front of the prayer table, constantly flipping through the notes he wrote in special code.

There is still hope, he will not give up so easily.

It has been confirmed that Adela is Pope Ronis's man, so Adrid, who they had always thought was the chief judge of the Inquisition, has become the object that the papal faction can fight for.

If Adrid can be persuaded to join the papal faction, a quarter of Erathia will be taken!

A month later, as long as they can gain a foothold in the quiet and stable north, there will be a chance to turn the tables.

For this reason, no matter how much it costs, he must succeed.

While flipping through the notes, Inheim's thumb pressed a name-Mlak.

Inheim paused.

This was the powerful opponent he had been trying to solve before, and he had even put a rope around his neck, just one step short of strangling him.

But now, Inheim could only give up all his plans and find a way to make a comeback.

Whether he wanted to or not, the once-prosperous papal faction had fallen to the bottom overnight.

Adela's knife was too painful and too sharp.

————

Mlak was eating.

On the table, there were stewed rabbit meat, smoked fish marinated with fine spices, and roasted duck...

This was a meal that could be considered an excellent meal even at a banquet for legendary heroes.

But the only person who enjoyed it was Sir Mlak himself.

Sarit Lar stood in Sir Mlak's tent.

They had just captured the sixth city of Hell, and the process was extremely smooth.

It was as if Hell was cooperating with them in a play.

There were only a few small monsters guarding the city, not even a hero.

When Sir Mlak's troops broke through the city defense, they easily captured the county city.

However, the entire Hell City was an empty city, and no supplies were found.

But no matter what, it was still a victory.

Sir Mlak still ordered a celebration.

When all the troops were celebrating the victory, Salit was the only one who was not happy at all.

As Sir Mlak's messenger and logistics manager, he knew very well that the troops' supplies had fallen below the danger line.

In three days, as long as there was no military rations delivered for three days, the troops would fall into famine.

The Hell City, which was highly expected, was an empty city.

The supply in the rear was cut off.

Their troops on the western front became isolated.

This is to let them die!

When Salit was worried about looking for Sir to discuss, he saw this scene in Sir's tent.

The troops were almost out of ammunition and food, and Sir was actually enjoying it? !

The huge shock made Salit not know what to do and stood there.

Sir Mlak wiped his mouth and said:

"Salit, I'm going to die."

Salit was suddenly startled: "Sir, what are you talking about!"

"Salit, calm down, sit here and eat something, listen to me."

Salit tore a chicken leg, shook off the sauce on the chicken leg, and slowly finished eating.

Salit's expression changed several times before he sat opposite Sir Mlak.

Sir Mlak nodded, forked a smoked fish with a fork, and said:

"I am a death row prisoner. Luckily, I didn't die. I have grown up step by step and have experienced a lot.

I always thought that I could change Erathia, change humans, and make humans no longer oppressed by angels.

But it was not until today that I understood.

Humans don't want to be changed, and Erathia doesn't want to be changed.

I can't change anything, not even myself.

No matter which legendary hero in Erathia, they can basically be divided into two factions, advocating the development of basic economic agriculture and relying on a large number of human soldiers and angels to cooperate with people's livelihood Faction.

The theocratic faction advocates that all humans must believe in angels to increase the output of faith and angels.

And I am neither of the two factions.

I am a human supremacist who advocates the elimination of angels and the church.

I have always believed that those who are not of my kind must have different hearts!

Angels are not good birds.

Therefore, I am incompatible with them in Erathia.

When I was young, I was confident of my strength and never hid my thoughts.

When I got old, I understood some truths, and I couldn't hide them anymore.

The most important thing is that I have stepped onto the steps of demigod. "

Salit's eyes lit up!

Steps to heaven!

Demigod!

Salit blurted out: "My Lord! Isn't this a good thing!"

Mlak said while chewing a piece of beef:

"You are wrong, Salit.

Angels can tolerate a legend of human supremacism, but not a demigod of human supremacism.

It's just a legend, no matter what ideas they have, they are just small fights.

If I am promoted to a demigod, I will have the ability to really threaten them.

So, I will definitely 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 demigods, the sin value is too high and the price to pay is too high.

So they're driving me to death.

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 turn against Erathia! "

Salit stood up excitedly with his hands on the table.

"Sit down, Salit, and don't spill the chicken soup."

Mrak used a large spoon to make a bowl of chicken soup, took a slow sip, and let out a satisfied sigh.

“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 life is more important.

If you rebel, what will happen to your wife who is a powerful person in the castle? What about the children?

Our Mulak family has grown too big, 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, there is nothing I can't give up! "

Mrak cut 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 hard time.

I have lived long enough to die 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 show the value of our Mulak family and tell those dog slaves enslaved by angels that you are good at fighting and valuable.

As long as you can fight hell, the 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.

Only now is he dead.

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, 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. He had no despair, no fear, and no fear.

Instead, he calmly accepted all this and arranged a future retreat for his subordinates and family.

He would like 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 of Sir Mrak.

Even Kerrigan seemed to be cooperating with Erathia, adding luster to the last moments of Sir M'rak's life.

It was as if all hell was trying to help Sir M'rak die a dignified death.

Salit was powerless to change all this, so he could only vent the indescribable emotions in his heart on the roast chicken on the dinner plate under Jazz's expectant gaze.

Salit gnawed on the roasted chicken, but it tasted like nothing. The more he ate, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Sir Mrak took a bite of the smoked fish.

The smoked fish was very fragrant, and Sir Mulak felt that he had good taste and had made the right purchase.

ps: I am finally satisfied with the change.

It's so hard to write this kind of plot.

The main reason is that I am afraid that the foreshadowing will be too long and it will not feel good.

If there are any book friends who feel that it is not exciting enough, please persist and we will perform at Qige tomorrow!