Eloping With The Annoying Nun After My Downfall

Chapter 123

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We must find a way to deal a devastating blow to the Saint's base - Patriarch Peter pondered, but he also knew that things must not be rushed.

In the end, he could only continue to cultivate his land according to his original plan.

On the other hand, the Roman Empire nobles, who had suffered a heavy blow, had no choice but to unite under the threat posed by the diocese and the "non-response" of the capital.

They formed a new conference modeled after the Round Table Council of the time, and now all the nobles were clamoring in it, trying to get others to become the main force in resisting these horrible zombies.

"We must stop them in the north! If we let them pass through the mountains and into the plains, our logistics and supplies will be severely affected, not to mention this year's spring ploughing!"

"You make a nice remark, but who will send soldiers to the mountains? The only ones who are good at mountain warfare here are the nobles in the east, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the Mining Council. The nobles of the Mining Council looked at each other, and finally no one was willing to send troops to the central area to resist the attack of the zombies.

After all, there was no need for them to attend this meeting at all - on the one hand, the eastern mining area was far away from the central area and it was difficult for it to be affected by the living dead after the smog incident.

On the other hand, there is a lot of land on the mountain where the mine is located that can be cultivated. With the addition of wild animals in the mountain, they will definitely be able to hold on for two or three years...

So, what was the purpose of attending this meeting and sending their own soldiers to protect those nobles who would have to go to war with them sooner or later

If it weren't for the desire to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, the nobles of the Mining Council actually had no intention of coming here at all!

But when the fire burned their eyebrows, the nobles of the mine could only shirk responsibility by saying that they didn't have many soldiers at all, and at most only had temporary miners.

You trust the miners' fighting power, so if their defense line is breached later, don't blame us for leaving first.

At this point, the nobles continued to quarrel. They quarreled endlessly, no one was willing to give up their own interests for the sake of others, and more importantly, everyone present had the same idea: to attack the person who had contributed the most and was the weakest, and eat his flesh and suck his bones.

In this situation, it would be more realistic to expect Prince Gasson to rise up and become a qualified emperor one day than to expect the nobles to really work towards the same goal.

The nobles were clamoring, while the zombies were wandering slowly around where they were.

From time to time, the living dead would pass through the mountains, but more of them, after losing the guidance of the river of haze, became the dead who stayed in the same place and were in a daze.

It seemed that as long as they were not disturbed, these living dead would be safe - but in fact the people of Ares knew very well that this was just the calm before the storm.

"We must transfer our troops to the safer areas around the capital... We have to rely on the city walls for defense, and we must ensure the safety of the logistics routes: those zombies are not simply in a daze, they are actually... actually waiting for the day when the weather turns warmer."

"The day the weather turned hot?"

"To be precise, we are waiting for the rain and fog to come in the central Roman region."

The scout from Arese swallowed hard.

“These zombies will follow the “sound” or “water mist” to move... Our reconnaissance team has previously tried to lure them into the mountains, and found that as long as a “noise” is made, most of the zombies will move towards the place where the sound comes from.

In this case, if we artificially pave a path for them with "water", then they will follow the water path in a more precise manner and finally arrive at the place where we place the bait.

And more importantly, the northern part of the Roman Empire's central region will not see any rainfall in the short term due to the obstruction of the mountains, while the "rainy season" in the southern part of the Roman Empire's central region is just around the corner...

Once rain and thunder occur in the south, these living dead will inevitably follow the sound to the south and leave the dry north.

If they really do that... we will have to kill millions of pigs for more than ten years, not to mention millions of living dead who have already lost their morale?"

The scout's warning silenced Commander Alesse for a while.

After all, as the scouts said, if millions of zombies really moved south, it would be a disaster for all the towns in the south that were not protected by city walls.

More importantly, although these living dead are as easy to kill as ordinary humans, they will appear to be suffering from "malnutrition" due to lack of meat, and will gradually lose vitality due to excessive blood loss - but they have no morale at all, and are living corpses that have completely lost the ability to think.

An army of millions of people with no morale at all can destroy the main forces of the regular armies of most countries even if they come at us like this...

Commander Alesse looked at his army which had been reduced to less than 6,000 men. He smiled bitterly and finally chose to accept the scout's advice.

He ordered his warriors to abandon all the field positions dug facing Drake Harbor and the coastal areas, and everyone immediately went to the royal capital with supplies and waited.

The Alessians also had to prepare to face the living dead. At the same time, in Caparia of the United Nations, Yang Hao and others also received big news from the diocese.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Yang Hao drank a sip of the elf's juice and handed the information to Fen across the table for a careful inspection. He then spoke with difficulty:

"The 'Corpse Resurrection Magic' is indeed a magical thing... And this time, those corpses seem to no longer need the 'priest' to control them?"

The elven ranger who brought the information nodded and said, "We didn't see any priests at the scene, but those 'living dead' seem to be very fragile - they can die from various injuries or starvation just like normal humans. They are more like bodies without souls than living corpses."

"No matter which one it is, these corpses without morale are the most difficult enemies to fight at this stage... Okay, you go down first - let Arthur and Joseph come over... I need to ask how far the research on those area-killing weapons has progressed."

Recently, in order to fight against the barbarians in the north, Yang Hao had ordered Arthur and Joseph, who had already finished their vacation, to study the variants of the howitzer Golem, and also asked them to study a cannon with wheels that could be pulled by people or cows and could be assembled and disassembled. More importantly, they should develop cheap range-killing shells instead of the extremely expensive gold-plated shells.

He was not sure how the two were progressing, but it was foreseeable that the United Nations would need these weapons in the short term...

After the elf left, Fen sighed and said that it was the first time she had seen a god of faith like the God of Light who did not regard the lives of his believers as real lives at all.

But on second thought, if those living dead can also provide faith, this might be a good move for the God of Light.

"Through the haze, I turn those who don't believe in me into corpses, and then let them provide me with divine power... Then these living dead can also turn other people into believers of the God of Light after killing them...

I don't know what to say anymore. I really don't want to deal with this kind of weird and disgusting ability... But fortunately, their bodies are fragile and can be dealt with just as easily as they were when they were alive."

"I am actually more worried that they will take advantage of our development to send the smog to us... But according to the report, the smog seems to be deliberately guided forward... So we should also have the opportunity to guide it in the opposite direction."

"What are you going to do, my Lord Regent?"

"Let's see the results of Arthur's research first. And to be honest... the Isgardians are also going to log in. If they log in at this critical moment, it will be hard for everyone."

The entire Elucia continent was in chaos. The United Nations had to fight against the barbarians heading south, at least to hurt them, and then they had to attack the Roman Empire for minerals.

Ishugard is also going to attack the Roman Empire, and unless something unexpected happens, they will be heavily dependent on the United Nations for supplies in the short term.

The Roman Empire was still fighting among itself after temporarily uniting with millions of zombies due to the smog frenzy caused by the diocese, but Gasson still had no intention of stepping forward to regain control of the situation under such circumstances.

The diocese, the main culprit of all this, is still engaged in a civil war for the so-called "holy war"...

Yang Hao didn't know what to say anymore - this is so chaotic...

He couldn't think of a more chaotic example than this, but fortunately, the United Nations is now very stable, which is the only good thing in the chaotic world...

He and Finn waited patiently. Ever since what happened on the wedding day, the distance between them seemed to be getting more and more subtle.

He always thought back to their wedding night, when Teresa, who had made him cry, insisted that he must marry Fen afterwards.

Although he really wanted to ask whether they had reached some kind of agreement in secret, he gave up because Theresa seemed to be determined to keep the little secret.

After all, to be honest, the leader of a country should set an example... Yang Hao finally understood that the reason why the old elves opposed it was because he did not give Finn a definite answer...

Alas! I can only say that I have no choice but to walk this path. But Theresa has grown to this point... This makes Yang Hao feel very relieved, but also makes him worry whether Theresa will become more and more unfamiliar.

He was just thinking about it, looking at the juice in front of Fen. Fen was also at a loss. Although she said, "Why not just do it when we are alone someday?", when she was really given such a chance, this petite elf instinctively felt timid...

What should she do? Should she say something now? Or should she take the initiative

The little elf tried to recall what Theresa did that night, but she gave up quickly: Theresa and Yang Hao's night was no longer a flirtation, but an old married couple. How could their experience be used in this situation

(What the hell… This “Gaparia’s elegant foul language” first love-like atmosphere… Oh, what’s wrong with me?)

Finn muttered, and just as she was hesitating whether she should move over and sit next to him... there was a knock on the meeting room door.

"Your Majesties, we are here."

The ones who came in were Arthur, who was as thin as a skeleton, and Joseph, who seemed to be refreshed for some reason.

Yang Hao and Fen looked at Arthur, who was shaking even when he was walking, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked:

"Arthur? You really... don't want to take a rest?"

Arthur shook his head and said that if Yang Hao really wanted to do that, then he shouldn't give him a long vacation.

He was really scared.

After a long and painful vacation, this most dissolute man's legs trembled when he saw women at this moment.

He even had the urge to castrate himself, but when he thought about it carefully, even if he castrated his third leg, it would still grow back through the magic of the elves, so he could only be afraid.

“All I can say is, come on.”

Yang Hao was full of sympathy for this: if nothing unexpected happened, Arthur would soon have to hold weddings for his twenty-odd lovers.

Although I don’t know what Wei Ya will say, they are all family now. I hope they can live happily.

I also hope that Arthur won’t really die in a woman’s belly at this critical moment, really.

They began to discuss the details of recent developments.

And at the seaside... After going through untold hardships, the fleet of Isgard finally arrived at the sea less than five days away from Drake Harbor.

They received news that Drake Harbor was now short of troops and all the Romans were dealing with threats from the north. It was the best time for them to invade!

The commander of the fleet of Isgard waved his hand majestically, ordered a number of ironclad and iron-hulled ships to harass the coast of Aresei, and then he announced confidently.

"If we have enough supplies, we can occupy all of Roman within three months!"

He seemed confident, because he knew that the Roman army was vulnerable.

Chapter 10: The Fall of Drake Harbor 8K

On March 2, Drake Harbor was peaceful and quiet. The residents who worked and spent their days in the port talked about everything that happened in the central and northern regions as if it were a strange story. Few people thought that a fire so far away would burn their heads.

Amid the shouts of some of the veterans who stayed behind at the port and the vast majority of the new recruits as they practiced patrolling, the merchants chattered about their respective intelligence, hoping to make a fortune together after carefully screening out the valuable intelligence.

"Although I think what everyone said is so outrageous, in short... food is in short supply in the central region and the north right now, right? I've seen news of many horse-drawn carriages transporting food being robbed on the way recently... How about we go and do it together? As long as the convoy is large enough, no one should risk attacking, right?"

A businessman muttered, and several other businessmen nodded in agreement.

In the Roman Empire, the crime of "profiting from national disaster" seems to have not yet emerged.

But the businessmen's profit-seeking sense instinctively realized that if they wanted to get rich, the crisis of national survival was actually the best opportunity!

Why do I say so

On the one hand, the country is about to perish, so it will naturally purchase the necessary resources for war at all costs to fight a life-and-death struggle.

In this case, He would certainly release a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry that were originally inaccessible, giving merchants the opportunity to make a lot of money with little investment - and the price is just a few insults, nothing more.

On the other hand, even if the country really perished, the impact on businessmen like them would be minimal.

After all, merchants are a group of people who travel around the world and go wherever there is money. They are not bound by any other constraints other than the country's "tax laws". Talking about patriotism with the merchants of the Roman Empire is even worse than talking to mice about the importance of birth control.

Under such circumstances, it is normal for businessmen to plan to continue making money at this time when the Roman Empire is falling apart.

But they might not be so desperate - the merchant from Isgard had a twitching mouth as he stood on the platform of the tavern room, looking down at the Roman merchants on the street.

They were so reckless that they didn't even consider that a "larger caravan" meant that the attacking enemy would be "bigger and stronger."

They only saw the huge profits that the caravan might bring! But they never thought about the risks they would face... A group of short-sighted profit-seeking people.

I think when they saw the Regent's various plans, they must have acted recklessly with the same idea in mind: "If there is no short-term benefit, don't consider it; if there is a short-term benefit, rush to it", and finally exiled people, right

How can we build our country and create a better future if we are with such profit-seeking and short-sighted people

It’s not that it can’t be done, but... why should there be a place for this group of people in the new country that was built with so much difficulty

The merchant from Ishugard muttered, and after calculating that the time was about right, he secretly returned to his room and took out the magic mirror used for magical communication from the drawer. He locked the doors and windows while whispering to the mirror:

Where are you

The mirror flickered, and then a man's powerful voice came from inside:

"We will reach the outskirts of Drake Harbor in half an hour. Under the mages' camouflage, the Romans probably won't be able to see us from the direction of the lighthouse - but the Alesse fleet is a good problem."

"The Alessian fleet has indeed been patrolling frequently recently. Compared to this, at least you won't have to worry about food after you capture Drake Harbor—

The merchants in the port are already planning to use the food in their warehouses to make huge profits in the north. If you still want to avoid starvation, you must capture this place before they leave the city."

"I know. My guys are ready. The landing craft and other equipment have been maintained and are ready to head to the port. How are you doing?"

"Everything is fine. I am very comfortable except that I can't resist the urge to beat up those Roman merchants. And the main force of the military zone doesn't seem to be here, so you better hurry up. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist beating up people first."

Having said this, the Ishgard merchant paused for a moment before adding:

"Also, the weapons on the towers of the Roman coastal walls are not cannons, but catapults and crossbows. Don't worry that they will pose a threat to you. Our minimum range is much longer than their maximum range. We can just bomb them!"

As the largest port in the Roman Empire, Drake Harbor naturally has ample defense facilities.

However, in the eyes of the Isgardians, these so-called "sophisticated" defensive equipment are almost useless to the knights.

The Romans had to use catapults and crossbows to fight against the naval guns on the sea that had a range of several kilometers. Not to mention using iron chains specially designed to restrain large wooden warships to fight against flexible landing craft, they also had to use outdated bows and crossbows to face breech-loading rifles with an effective range of several hundred meters.

They dismantled their own factories, sold their own steam rifles, the only ones that could compete with Isgard's advanced rifles, killed the intellectuals who could lead the country to gradually become better, and even exiled the regent, the only one who could save the Roman Empire.

What is this

The Isgardians pondered. Even the dumbest fools wouldn't do what the Romans did. Are they really the same species as us

Perhaps it was because the Roman emperor and regent protected these barbarians too well, making them mistakenly believe that they had all-powerful power and strength, and that they were invincible.

But in reality, aren't they just a bunch of idiots who are so skinny and hungry that they think they can't be defeated by a group of strong men