Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 544: Mission impossible

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As night fell, in a small dark room in the Undercity, the light yellow magic lamp kept spinning, emitting a faint light.

On a table more than ten meters away, several leaders of the Ethiopian rebels gathered together, their eyes quietly staring at the huge map that covered the table, and deep worries flashed in their eyes.

"Five hundred thousand...Five hundred thousand army..." Uncle Zhungeer looked at the map and muttered.

Not only Zhungeer, but everyone present didn't have much confidence.

The Ethiopian Resistance Army is only 100,000 in full. This is still an army that has turned from dark to light. It does not include a large number of ordinary people who have little combat power like farmers. Facing the 500,000 elite army of the Holy Roman Empire, they only have Being crushed.

It seems that the Holy Roman Empire has been determined to end the troubles and officially restored the order of the provinces of Ethiopia, and there is no room for them to move.

Julianna looked at the map quietly, frowning, thinking hard, and her expression solemn.

At this time, Lauchlan next to him "coughed", "Miss! In this situation, I'm afraid it will take a big person to support the scene. We agreed to his request, and he has to get some. Sincerity comes out..."

Julianna didn't answer, she naturally knew who the big man was. While she was talking, Ron opened the door and walked in.

"It's in a meeting, haha, how is it, did you find something?" Ron greeted with a smile as soon as he came in. He has always been very polite to partners.

"The prestige is over?" Juliana squinted at him and couldn't help saying, "Didn't you inform you of the meeting earlier? Come now?"

I don't know why, she always thinks Ron is not pleasing to her eyes, even if he becomes a strong sanctuary!

It is not a trivial matter to set up a natural disaster church in your own country and build your own faith. If it weren't for being forced out of the way, Juliana said nothing would cooperate with Ron.

"Tell my students about undead magic!" Ron smiled, his eyes fell on the map on the table, "How is it, have you figured out what to do?"

Faced with Ron’s cynical look, Juliana raised her brows slightly, her eyes faintly filled with anger, "There is a way, but I have to trouble you, the young master of the Natural Disaster Church!"

"No problem!" Ron slapped his chest. "But I don't have much research on war or anything, you just need to tell me how to do it!"

Ron naturally knows Juliana’s difficulties. Since he has established his faith in the Kingdom of Ethiopia, he has to do something.

"That's good!" Juliana patted the table and pointed to the map, "Ron, look, this is the city of Almufa! It is more than three hundred kilometers from Manchester, no, the Undercity!"

"This is the place where the Holy See's 500,000 army gathered food. I got a tip. Recently, a lot of food will be shipped here!"

The 500,000 army goes south, and the food needed is not a small number. The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire are also human, and they also need food. With so much food, space bags can’t fit. Besides, the Holy Roman Empire has no extravagance. Every ordinary soldier is given a space bag.

"I saw it!" Ron's eyes fixed on the small city, with a solemn expression, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple! You led some of your natural disaster church people to capture this place, and then...burn the food there!" Juliana smiled sinisterly, "As long as there is no food , The Holy Roman Empire is absolutely a headache. If there is no supply of food for the 500,000 army a day, there will be troubles. In the end, the Holy Roman Empire has no choice but to retreat!"

"How about it? Can you and your people do it?" Juliana raised her brows, her eyes full of provocation,

Julianna threw the biggest problem and unfinished task to Ron. Of course, she only talked about it, and didn't expect Ron to do it. She just wanted to suppress Ron's arrogant arrogance. , If Ron didn't dare to accept it, he would naturally bow down in front of her.

Everyone took a sigh of relief when they heard it. If this plan succeeds, then basically there is no need to fight.

"Oh!" Ron's eyes condensed, and he nodded lightly, he understood.

"Why? Don't you dare?" Lauchlan couldn't hold back his breath, and said aggressively.

"Haha!" Ron smiled slightly, glanced at Juliana and Lauchlan, and smiled, "You don't have to agitate me! We are all grasshoppers on a rope now, and no one can do without. ! I will not refuse what I should do. Isn’t it an Amufa city? I took this task!"

"What?" When everyone heard this, they couldn't believe their ears, "You mean, your natural disaster church is going to complete this task?"

"It's not our natural disaster church! It's me!" Ron said calmly, "The Necromancers stay here and guard the Undercity! I'll go—attack the city of Amufa!"

"You mean...you are alone?" Even Juliana was stunned. This Ron is too big, even if he is a strong sanctuary, he wants to take down the heavily guarded. Mufa city is not easy. Important cities like Amufa generally have powerful defensive magic circles and magic crystal cannons. These things are enough for the sanctuary strong to drink a pot. On the battlefield, especially In the defensive battle, the power of the sanctuary is very limited.

This is simply an impossible task!

"Ron, you have to think about it clearly, Amufa City is a heavily defended city, and there may even be strong sanctuary in there!" Catherine still cares about Ron very much, she said actively.

"I said no problem, no problem!" Ron smiled at Catherine, thanking her for caring about him, "Capture the city of Almufa and burn the food there, I will be enough!"

At this moment, Juliana also recovered from the shock, and said lightly, "Ron, you can take this task, very good! But you have to remember, three days! Only three days, if If the mission is not completed within three days, then the army of half a million will come to the Undercity, and then there will be no need to plan again!"

"Three days?" Ron groaned and nodded, "I get it!"

……

In the winding mountains, a long dragon is slowly advancing, the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire, some of them walk, some ride on horses, without exception, they wear heavy armor, well-equipped and professional in combat. It is the true portrayal of these soldiers.

They are real professional soldiers, elites who have been selected to train in the military since childhood.

Walking ahead are the elite cavalry soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire. They are riding giant horses. These giant horses are two heads taller than normal horses. Their limbs are as strong as elephants, and their body muscles are bulging.

It is said that these giant horses have the bloodline of noble monsters, regardless of strength and endurance. Of course, the consumption of these giant horses is also huge, and the logistics requirements are extremely high. They require a lot of beancake for each meal. The special soybean cakes even contain meat.

Such elite cavalry regiments only equipped ten legions in the huge Holy Roman Empire. However, for this southern expedition to the Ethiopian province, they dispatched two such elite cavalry regiments.

Riding a giant horse ahead is a handsome middle-aged man.

Megent, is said to be the brother of the current Emperor Charles XXVII of the Holy Roman Empire. As his right-hand man, he is highly regarded by Charles XXVII.

Born in the home of the nobles of the Holy Roman Empire, he has an excellent royal lineage and is also the supreme commander of this southern army. He is an excellent soldier who has experienced many battles and has the strength of a great swordsman.

At this moment, a griffin descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground. Mechent held the horse's head and nodded lightly.

A griffon rider pressed his hand on his chest and saluted him, "Report to the Marshal, that we have gone deep into the province of Ethiopia, only about 400 kilometers away from their headquarters, Manchester..."

"More than four hundred kilometers?" Megent's brows stretched slightly, "Very well, maybe in a little more than a day, our Griffin Rider can reach Manchester!"

After thinking for a while, Mechint asked, "Have you found any traces of the rebellion in Ethiopia?"

"Report to Master Marshal, no!" The Griffin Rider answered honestly.

"Not found?" Megent smiled and said loudly, "Haha, it seems that these chaotic parties know that the army is coming, and they have begun to shrink their forces and retreat to Manchester. If this is the case, it would be a thing Good thing, we can have a decisive battle in Manchester and kill them all!"

"In this way, maybe we will end the battle in a few days, and we won't be able to rush back to the Illumination Festival!" Meqent said with a smile. He is very accurate about the situation. Come, to get rid of the chaotic parties in the provinces of Ethiopia, you don't need so much military power at all. Those guys with simple equipment and no fighting spirit are not the opponents of the heroes and soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire.

"Your marshal is wise!" The soldiers started flattering, and Meqent was also a little airy. For his combat career, such a combat mission was not challenging at all!

"No! Master Marshal, you are too simple to think!" At this time, a crisp voice rang, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, very nice.

While speaking, a pretty figure walked slowly, and a scent appeared in the breath of these sweaty men.

A woman wore a white burqa and a face veil, which made people unable to see her real face, and her body was full of holy smell.

"My Lady Saint!" Mechinte's eyes narrowed, his head lowered slightly, and his expression respectful. In the Holy Roman Empire, the Holy See is a very special existence, and under the Holy See's seat, it is even more awe-inspiring. The object.

"My Lord Saint!" Soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire saluted one after another. In the Holy Roman Empire, ordinary residents are more or less affected by the Holy See. Soldiers are no exception. They treat this noble saintly From blasphemy.

The saint glanced at Mechinte quietly with a pair of eyes, and said, "Master Marshal, there is a sentence I don’t know if I should say it!"

"I don't know what the Lord Saint has, you might as well speak up and discuss it together!" Meqent tried to speak politely, but his heart was full of contempt. Saint, a little yellow-haired girl. He is a genius, he has a good strength at a young age, but when it comes to commanding battles, it is still too far!

Mechente thought to himself, just find an excuse to deal with the saint and don't let her interfere with her command.

"Master Marshal, the Griffin Squad did not find the chaos, it was not that they retreated to Manchester, but they were hidden among the civilians..." said the saint, "These chaos are extremely cunning, and usually use the identity of civilians as cover. In wartime, it turns into an army, which is undefeable... This is the real reason why our Holy Roman Empire has been suppressed for so many years!"

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