On May 20, the New and Old Christian armies, which were assembled and confronting each other, stared at each other in their respective positions.
None of them dared to move first to attack the row of science and engineering men, because everyone looked extremely tired and had no energy to leave where they were.
The Protestants were exhausted from working day after day, but the experiences of the Catholics were much more bizarre.
A large number of ordinary believers, who had uneven equipment and absolute numerical advantage, were unable to go to the battlefield because of stomach pain.
They were holding their stomachs in twos and threes, in agony, but the pain was not enough to make them completely lose the ability to move.
Many Old Christian soldiers even developed severe diarrhea due to the pain. The stench from the Old Christian positions even attracted the last batch of the living dead who were still lingering under the earthen ramparts raised by the Protestant Christians. The attack of these living dead gave Pope Peter a legitimate reason to stop the attack.
"Great God of Light - my warriors are too weak. We need to hold off the attacks of the living dead before we can launch an offensive against the Protestants. Please have mercy, or let your powerful warriors launch the attack!"
Under the moonlight, Pope Peter knelt on the ground with an apparently pious look and prayed towards St. Petersburg in the distance.
He was testing whether the God of Light still had the power to monitor the battlefield, and also testing whether the skeleton demons had the ability to act on their own.
But after looking around, he still didn't get a response, and those skeleton demons were still reminding him of his mission like machines.
They didn't even raise their knives to threaten him. Patriarch Peter was certain that these skeleton demons had no trace of intelligent life, and even the God of Light hadn't set up "eyes" on them to observe him.
In other words, the previous God of Light definitely had this power, but why doesn't the current God of Light do so
Feeling that the power from the God of Light on him was becoming weaker during the day, Patriarch Peter laughed a few times and decided to just wait.
He had to wait for the moment when the God of Light appeared, and even more so, wait for the moment when these fifty or so skeleton demons were completely consumed.
Although Pope Peter is fat and a coward, he is definitely not stupid.
He knew that the Skeleton Demon was the only power and support of the God of Light at this stage. As long as the Skeleton Demon was completely destroyed by the Protestant Cecilia, the God of Light would have to show up in order to ensure that his wrath would bear fruit.
Once the God of Light appears, without any guards around him, the dagger in his hand can find an opportunity to stab his heart...then Patriarch Peter will be promoted to God, and the word "Principal" will be replaced by "God" at once.
What a wonderful future this is!
He waved his hand contentedly, and deliberately assigned the weakest believer soldiers to the front.
These lunatics who believed in the God of Light had no value in Peter's eyes in the future. Rather than letting them cause trouble later, it would be more practical to let them die on the battlefield now.
While the Old Church acted according to its own plan and used its weakest believers to fight against the zombies in front, Cecilia and Priscilla, who were on standby on the earth rampart, watched in a daze as the believers in front of the Old Church were gradually crushed by the zombies, just watching the Old Church's extravagant and wasteful arrangement.
"What are they doing?"
Cecilia dazedly ordered her soldiers to continue resting until the group of undead was annihilated.
"It's okay that there's an inexplicable stench... Most of the soldiers look very bad, and some even squatted on the ground before the battle, as if they were poisoned...
As a result, not only did the Patriarch Peter not let these soldiers return to the back, but instead let them stand in the front to resist the attack of the zombies? This... isn't this just a wanton waste of human lives? ! "
"I think that human life is the most abundant resource for the Old Church. And you are right, those soldiers were indeed poisoned." The Witch of Night nodded stupidly, then gave an explanation in a trance.
"And even so, those skeletons... those blasphemous creatures have no intention of attacking us?! They just watched their master's followers being slaughtered?!" Cecilia still couldn't understand...
She really couldn't understand why the old church made such an arrangement, and she couldn't understand why the "envoy" of the God of Light remained unmoved when the believers were slaughtered by their own creations.
"Perhaps, the God of Light doesn't care about believers."
"Uh..." Faced with Priscilla's explanation, the saint was completely speechless.
The God of Light does not care about his believers, but only about his own goals - Patriarch Peter also does not care about his believers, but only about his own interests.
The two of them joined together, and both of them ignored the lives of their subordinates. In the end... it became like this.
The lives of the believers were constantly consumed by the living dead. The soldiers who could have been used to storm the Protestant fortresses became victims of the living dead... and the instigator of all this had no reaction to this, and even seemed to be unsatisfied.
How many people do you have to kill to satisfy your dirty and despicable desires? !
Cecilia felt anger, then weakness.
She was facing a god and a leader who used the god's power to bring destruction.
The only force she can use to fight against it is herself. Although the god is getting weaker and weaker, is it really possible for her to fight against him
Cecilia sighed and turned her head away, unable to bear to witness the Old Church soldiers crying and being slaughtered.
But for Priscilla, she was more concerned about the three obvious factions in the Old Church army's completely different attitudes towards this war.
(The fear of the believers... the discipline of the smaller but better-equipped Skitarii in the rear... and the mechanical nature of the skeleton monsters that are obviously "God's messengers"...)
She said in her mind, (Three completely different situations... It's like a piece of wood with a steel plate and a rotten wood layer hitting another piece of wood... This might be our chance.)
As a clever witch, Priscilla saw the signs of division in the Old Church army at a glance.
She watched the soldiers of the Old Church fight the zombies, watched the eating and being eaten happening - and she soon realized a problem.
The power of the God of Light was definitely weaker than they imagined. Although the God of Light would not care about the lives of his followers, he would definitely care about his own face and whether his goals could be achieved.
The actions of the Patriarch Peter will undoubtedly increase the possibility of the failure of the God of Light's plan.
Any normal and capable person who knew his opponent's ins and outs would have tried to stop him, but the God of Light did nothing
(This can’t be a conspiracy of the God of Light… If it was really a conspiracy, at least he would have shown some seriousness… God of Light… You can’t even monitor your own diehard believers now? And they are clearly “messengers of God”, but those skeleton monsters are more like low-level golems without intelligence…)
As the smartest witch in the Roman Empire, Priscilla could see that the skeleton demon of the God of Light was essentially a low-level golem.
This gave people the impression that the king of a country was actually a clown. Instead of issuing bright and great decrees, he asked all citizens to go to the circus to watch him perform as a clown... This sense of incongruity shocked Priscilla greatly, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible.
Do people really understand the existence of the "God of Light"
Even the code of conduct that Cecilia believed in might be a single copy left behind by another god, with the God of Light simply changing some of the names in it...
In this case, why should we think that the God of Light is a strong man, rather than a villain who got power by chance
He behaved like a villain.
He secretly hated Cecilia for causing him huge losses. He should have been able to punish her directly, but he chose the safest, even overly safe, method of launching an attack in conjunction with the Old Church.
Facing the leader Peter who was wasting his own strength and making the possibility of failure even higher, the God of Light chose to "let it go" -
It can't even be considered as neglect, but simply "not paying any attention at all"... Is this really the perspective that a God should have
The God of Light does not value his own foundation, does not value his own believers, and does not even pay attention to the development process of what he wants
Think about it...
Isn't this the most common thing in the Roman Empire: those conceited people, those who have no strength and don't exercise themselves, those who want to make money but don't take any practical action but just drink, and in the end can only vent their anger and rage on the weak, while turning a blind eye to the fact that their wives and daughters go out to sell their bodies in exchange for a living. The most insidious and incompetent villains
So this is the true face of the god of the Roman Empire's largest religious belief
Priscilla stared in a daze as she watched a full third of the poisoned believers and soldiers of the Old Church being slaughtered. She saw with her own eyes that the skeleton monsters were just performing mechanical movements as usual as if they were issuing oracles. She just watched those elite crusaders unmoved.
She suddenly thought that those believers who were still shouting the greatness of the God of Light until their death might never imagine that the God they believed in was a dirty and despicable villain.
Thinking of this...
“Hehehe.”
She couldn't help it. The pale face under the witch's hat suddenly regained its flesh color, and the gap between the nose and chin slightly curved, and finally opened into an unbridled crescent smile.
Her strange behavior made Cecilia, who was staring at the ground and silently praying for the victims, raise her head blankly:
"Priscilla?"
The saint was worried about her friend, and facing her friend's worry, the witch of night, who was already completely amused by the result she had obtained, simply covered her mouth with her hand to try to hide her smile, but found that no matter how she covered it, the faint giggles as thin as mosquitoes would still come out from time to time.
She wanted to hide her feelings and her smile... but she really couldn't help it.
Especially when I think of the rumors that in the early days of the country, countless parish warriors who truly had high-level beliefs seemed to have been burned to death by their own people in the parish during the years when they were closed off to study magic.
Priscilla really couldn't help it.
She laughed. The witch's laughter, which was mixed with self-mockery, helplessness, and even self-abandonment, made the saint beside her feel bewildered.
"No... It's nothing. It's nothing. I thought I was disgusting enough... But I didn't expect that there are people in this world who are more disgusting than me. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't help it.
Hehehe… This is so ridiculous… I used to think that our country was a powerful empire, but now it seems that it is a country where the dirtiest things in the world are mixed together and they try to change their fate? In the end, we pushed them out of this mess with our own hands…
Even the god of the parish is like this. He was worshipped as a god by the Romans hundreds of years ago... But now he is like this? Ha... Hehehe... Who the hell are we?"
The witch's blank question silenced Cecilia.
What kind of existence are the Romans? The Saint asked herself in confusion.
She knew that the actions of the Romans today were not at all like those of a normal intelligent life form - it could even be said that the simple demons in the Monster Forest were more human than they were.
But she also knew that even in such a group, there were very few people who held true light in their hearts - such as the former king, and such capable generals during the war.
This is also the important reason why Cecilia is willing to become the Saint of the Church of Light, and is willing to possess such powerful power but does not choose to abuse it, but chooses to believe that people can live a better life.
But now she knows.
Without a strong ruler, the Romans would not have made much of a difference. They still had tribal ideas, and even after the founding of the country, they continued their tribal system in their respective villages and towns. There were even a large number of areas that secretly had customs such as the right of first night.
This was the fact that the Saint learned from the newly ordained ascetics after she began to take control of her own territory.
The insignificant Romans chose to live in an insignificant way. They knew that the emperor was far away, and unless the emperor really came, they would basically not pay much attention to those policies - unless it could bring them benefits, or they would be forced and whipped.
Even if there is a powerful ruler working hard for their future, driven by jealousy and anger, they will still choose to take the initiative to tear down the person who can bring them to a better world, without any regrets in their hearts.
Enlightenment does exist, but the premise of enlightenment is that the Romans today can only leave a very small number of this generation and the next generation who are as pure as paper.
The former king and Yang Hao did not do so. They tried to save the people from the dire straits using the stupidest and most futile method that would least harm the people. However, the people in the dire straits only wanted those of them who were not infected by the fire to die quickly.
One died on the battlefield, and it can now be confirmed that it was the former king's younger brother who committed the murder.
The other was torn down by the people themselves in a conspiracy, and the very few who did not go along with them either died or ran away.
The rest of us are pathetic and abominable...
Especially since the already pathetic and hateful Romans were now faced with the nobles and leaders of various factions whom they would never rebel against in their entire lives, the Romans' last chance to change themselves had been thrown away by themselves.
At this point, the first thing the soldiers in the military district think of is not to find a way to become independent and prove that they have nothing to do with the current Roman Empire, and to use their military strength to reform themselves at risk, but to think about protecting this country that is beyond salvation.
At this point, the oppressed people only raised their flags after finally awakening, but when it came to fighting the nobles' private soldiers, they retreated faster than the other.
Until now, the people in the eastern mines are still isolating themselves. They are unwilling to come into contact with foreigners, nor are they willing to take the opportunity to improve themselves. Day after day, they carry out the same work that has not changed for decades, hoping that the enemy's invasion is only related to the royal capital.
At this point, Gassen, who had successfully usurped the throne in the royal capital, had no intention of standing up to set an example.
He was greedy for pleasure, he shouldn't have been sitting in that position. He didn't even need to kill his own brother, as he could have lived a better life in the better Roman Empire.
After watching the army of believers of the Old Church barely holding off the attack of the growing number of undead after nearly half of them died, Cecilia gently placed her hand on the shoulder of the witch who couldn't stop giggling.
It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. Mistakes made by a group are mistakes after all - what the corrupt diocese did to the demons, the evil deeds of the less cultured Romans against their own people, the oppression of the nobles and the inaction of the royal family.
There is no possibility of pardon for these crimes.
Even if it is forgiven by humans, it does not mean that the truly just gods will forgive it.
What's more... can gods really give impartial testimony
We live in a world full of sin. The saint thought, but at least we should have seized the last chance to climb up...
…
She once again recalled the scene where Yang Hao almost begged her for help.
She recalled the disappointment she felt when she heard that he cared more about the country than herself, and then she began to hate herself more because of this disappointment.
At this point, there is no possibility of recovery - Cecilia truly recognizes this fact.
For a moment she really wanted to cry, but when she thought that the nun and her people were watching her, she held back the tears that were about to burst out.
Yes, now that things have come to this, there is no possibility of redemption. My original innocence and stubbornness are not an excuse to cover up all my mistakes and crimes.
Cecilia believes that she is the sinner who caused the destruction of the Roman Empire. She is willing to bear all the responsibilities - even if it is irreversible.
"Priscilla. Cheer up."
She spoke in a trembling but firm voice.
"Since the enemy is weak, then... we can win."
At least starting today.
She could work hard for her people, even if it was in vain.
At least she could finally let herself fall into hell with dignity, instead of going to a deeper and filthier place.
"Yes, we can win."
In response, the witch just smiled blankly.
"But what if we win? What happens after we win?"
What happens after you win
The witch's questioning silenced the saint. In the end, the saint, who had not considered what to do after winning, could only watch the old church start to clean up the living dead while replying: