Mechente folded his hands and smiled slightly, "Then according to the opinion of the saint, what should we do?"
"It's very simple!" The saint's calm gaze contained no trace of emotion, "The souls of these people have been polluted by demons, and they must all be quiet..."
Speaking of which, the saint paused for a moment, gritted her teeth slightly, and showed a hint of murderous intent in her eyes, "Purify all of them, leaving no one behind!"
"What?" As soon as the saint's words came out, the sky was shocked, and all the generals of the Holy Roman Empire army, including Mechent, were all stunned.
I've seen someone who is ruthless, but I've never seen someone who is so ruthless. The words of the saint made everyone's hearts feel chilled. How many people are there in the entire Ebia province? There are tens of millions of people, even the area around Manchester has a population of more than one million. According to the saint, all of these people should be killed.
"My lord..." Mechent stammered, "You mean... you mean... kill all the civilians in Ebia?"
"That's right!" the saint said coldly, "These civilians in Ebia are all heretics who don't believe in religion. There is no need for them to live in this world anymore!"
"But... but... there are a lot of people in the province of Ebia, do you want to kill them all?" Mechent was shocked by the madness of the saint.
The Holy See also promoted the doctrine of light in the province of Ethiopia, but unfortunately it had little effect. As the saint in charge of the diocese in this area, she was already very impatient. She wants to use a butcher's knife to establish the most devout faith in the province of Ethiopia.
Those who do not believe in the God of Light will only die!
"What? Don't you dare?" The saint turned her head and stared quietly at Mechent with her beautiful eyes. She had her hands behind her back and her expression was full of arrogance.
Mechent glanced left and right, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He bowed slightly, "I'm sorry, my lord, I can't follow your orders. Anyway, the province of Ebia It is also a part of the Holy Roman Empire, although the chaos here is rampant, but I can't kill those civilians as chaos... "
"Hehe!" At this time, the saint laughed coldly, and she said sullenly, "Mechent, this is His Majesty's order, do you want to disobey it?"
"Your Majesty's order?" Mechent's heart trembled, he tilted his head to think for a while, and said calmly, "Sorry, my lord, I did not receive the order from His Majesty Charles to massacre the civilians of Ebia..."
"You're wrong!" the saint said calmly, "I'm not talking about His Majesty Charles XXVII of the Holy Roman Empire, but the highest spiritual leader of the Holy See - His Majesty Pope Ernst..."
"Your Majesty the Pope?" Mechent's hand trembled violently, his heart sank, but he still insisted, "My lord, I am the Marshal of the Empire, and I only obey the orders of His Majesty Charles!"
"Really? Marshal, don't regret it!" At this time, the saint smiled coldly, took out something from her bosom, held it up high, and said loudly, "Mechent, what do you think this is? "
Mei Qin took a look at it and almost lost her mind, "Teach... the Pope's decree?"
"That's right, it's the Pope's decree. Seeing the Pope's decree as if His Majesty the Pope is here, why don't you kneel down quickly?" The saint said coldly.
"His Majesty the Pope, safe!" All the generals knew the Pope's order, even though they were unwilling, they had no choice but to dismount and kneel down. Mechent had no choice but to kneel down.
The saint sneered, "All the generals of the Southern Expeditionary Army obey the order! Within the province of Ebia, regardless of whether they are chaotic or not, they will all be executed! These dirty heretics have no right to live in the Holy Roman Empire. Only by letting their bodies perish can their souls be purified!"
"Follow His Majesty's decree!" All the generals said in unison helplessly.
"Get up!" The saint smiled coldly and retracted the Pope's order. Only then did the generals dare to get up. She glanced at Mechent and said with a smile, "Master Marshal, it is indeed true that the heretics in the province of Ebia must be purified." His Majesty the Pope meant it, as you know, our Holy See has always had a tradition of preaching with a sword, and within the territory of the Holy Roman Empire, the only end for non-believers is death!"
The saint's eyes turned cold, and then she turned to Ruan Rou, "Master Marshal, please act according to His Majesty's wishes, otherwise you will know what will happen. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your family!"
"Yes... yes, my lord saint!" Mechent was already sweating profusely at this moment, so he could only nod his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Very well...so be it!" After speaking some threatening words, the saint finally smiled with satisfaction, bent slightly, turned and left.
After the saint left, Mechente sat on the ground as if he had lost his support, and hurriedly helped him up from left to right.
"Master Marshal, we really want to..." a general said quietly, and made a "kill" gesture at the same time, "They are all civilians of our country..."
"What else can we do but obey? Disobey His Majesty's will, unless you don't want to live anymore!" Mechent gave him a fierce look and shouted, "Civilians... so what about civilians? Kill them all. Already!"
"Yes!" The generals responded one after another, a stern look flashed across their faces.
Killing, these experienced soldiers are naturally no strangers, but let their swords be aimed at innocent civilians in the empire, the soldiers from the bottom of society still can't bear it, but the generals are different, they must think about their own heads.
A trace of resentment flashed in Mechent's eyes as he looked at the saint's back, "Hey, hold a sword to preach, if you don't believe in religion, you will die! The gods of the Holy See... are all fucking lunatics... lunatics!"
The Holy See has a transcendent status in the Holy Roman Empire, and that supreme theocracy even penetrates into the imperial power. Mechent knows that nothing will happen if he violates the will of His Majesty Charles, but if he violates the decree of His Majesty the Pope, he will die Undoubtedly, even Charles XXVII could not keep him.
The reason is very simple. Charles XXVII can only maintain his rule by relying on the Holy See. Mechent is sure that between the Holy See and him, His Majesty Charles will sacrifice him without hesitation.
In the Holy Roman Empire, Mechent is not the first person who harbors resentment towards the Holy See, nor will he be the last...
…
City of Al-Mufa.
The city of Amufa bathed in the morning light is majestic and majestic, with high walls and a wide moat, indicating that the city's defenses are very strong.
As a well-known big city with a radius of hundreds of miles, the city of Amufa became the place where the Holy Roman Empire's 500,000 troops from the southern conquest gathered food. Countless horse-drawn carts continuously brought the food. In order to transport the food, The logistics department of the empire did not know how much thought it took.
The usual Amufa City is full of traffic, people coming and going, there are many taverns, and the business is flourishing. Countless mercenaries and travelers pass by and stay here, adding a bit of excitement to Amufa City.
But today's Amurfa City is heavily guarded, teams of Holy Roman Empire soldiers are patrolling, and countless Griffin Knights are circling in the sky. Like a beautiful woman, with sleepy eyes open, there are few pedestrians on the street, with a listless image.
At this moment, the city of Amufa has become a huge military fortress. As the strategic hub of the south, serving the military is its principle. The continuous supply of food shows that the Holy Roman Empire has a long-term war plan.
Cutting off the black hand extended by the Roland Empire, destroying the resistance of Ebia, and completely controlling Ebia are the recent strategic goals of the Holy Roman Empire.
In the morning light, before the dewdrops disappeared, a figure had quietly appeared on the high hillside not far from Amufa City. The wide black robe tightly wrapped the slightly thin body, and the thick hood covered the figure. On the upper half of the face, only the lower part of the nose and mouth are exposed.
That person was Ron, and he was alone, walking in the morning light, to the outside of the city of Amufa.
Standing on a high hillside, you can have a panoramic view of every move in Amufa City. Dozens of crows are circling in the air. At the same time, dozens of ghosts sneak into the city. Every corner of Amufa City cannot escape his eyes. .
"Is this the city of Amufa? It really is heavily guarded!" Ron murmured to himself, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "But... no matter how strong the city is, it cannot be destroyed by my undead holy magister." In front of you, it is completely vulnerable!"
With a sound of "Teng—", a large amount of black mist suddenly appeared on Ron's body. The black mist surrounded his body and rose continuously like a flame. A darkness started from under his feet and continued to expand outward.
A strange atmosphere suddenly spread, the space was filled with a chilling smell, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a trace of death.
A wild dog was looking for food in the grass, when it raised its head suddenly, it sniffed the air a few times, then flew away with its tail between its legs.
The morning light disappeared, the sky became slightly darker, and the vast space began to become suffocating.
"Huh? What's the matter? Why did the sky suddenly become dark?"
"Is it a solar eclipse?"
"Why, why do I feel as if some danger is coming!"
"..."
The whole city of Amufa smelled the breath of death, people panicked, and people began to become agitated. The hearts of the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire suddenly tightened, and they felt a trace of the atmosphere before the war.
"The earth is sinking, the sky is cracking, the gods are sleeping, the demons are awakening... the power of the dead, the will of the soul, gather in my hand, become my spear, become my sword... Roar, destroy, disappear …”
Ron chanted a complicated spell. His pitch was extremely low at first, and then became higher and higher. As the pitch rose, his soul power continued to surge. At this moment, he raised his head abruptly, and the thick hood covered him The head slid down, revealing a pair of dark blue strange eyes.
"Ka Ka Ka..."
At this time, a strong movement occurred on the ground under Ron's feet. The ground rolled up, rows of white bones pierced through the ground, and countless skeletons and undead scrambled to crawl out of the ground.
One hundred, five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand... two thousand... eight thousand... The number of skeletons multiplied and multiplied. From a distance, there was a dense white patch, densely packed and endless.
Ron, whose strength has reached the level of the undead holy magister, seems to be free of money to summon undead creatures, not only skeleton warriors, skeleton braves, and skeleton mages, but even advanced undead creatures such as black knights, gargoyles, and terrifying knights. Useless effort.
"Look, what is that?"
The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire on the top of the city finally noticed the movement in the distance, and he pointed there and shouted in horror.
"It's a skeleton, a lot of skeletons!"
The legs of the soldiers were trembling, and the densely packed skeletons over there made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Enemy... enemy attack!"
A small team leader finally came back to his senses, and he shouted loudly, "Quick, sound the alarm! At the same time, notify the city lord!"
"When... when... when..."
The melodious bells rang throughout the entire city of Amurfa, and in an instant, the entire city of Amurfa started to move. The well-trained soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire put on their armor and took up weapons and rushed to the top of the city.
But the next moment, they were all stunned by the huge number of skeletons on the opposite side.
"God! How come there are so many skeletons!"
Both feet left the ground lightly, and the large black robe fluttered with the wind. Ron slowly rose into the air with his hands behind his back. Standing on a high place, he looked like an emperor looking down on the world.
At this time, Ron moved, and saw the keel staff in his hand pointing forward slightly—
"attack!"