Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 545: Preaching with a sword
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Mechinte folded his arms and smiled slightly, "Then, according to the advice of Lord Saint, what should we do?"
"It's very simple!" The saint's calm eyes did not contain a trace of emotion, "The souls of these people have been contaminated by demons, and they must all be calmed..."
Speaking of this, the saint paused, bit her teeth slightly, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in her eyes, "Purify all, not keep one!"
"What?" As soon as the saint's words came out, the whole world was shocked, and all the generals of the Holy Roman Empire including Megent were stunned.
I have seen a cruel one, but I have never seen such a cruel one. The words of the saint caused a chill in all hearts. How many people in the entire province of Ethiopia? There are tens of millions of people, even in the area around Manchester, there are more than a million people. According to the saint's words, all these people should be heads down.
"My Lady Saint..." Megent said eagerly, "You mean... You mean... Kill all the civilians in Ethiopia?"
"Yes!" said the saint coldly, "These Ethiopian civilians are all non-religious heretics. They no longer need to live in the world!"
"But...but... there are a lot of people in Ethiopia, are you going to kill them all?" Meqent was shocked by the madness of the saint.
The Holy See also promoted the doctrine of light in the provinces 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 will use a butcher knife to establish the most pious belief in the province of Ethiopia.
Those who do not believe in the **** of light have only death!
"Why? Don't you dare?" The saint turned her head and stared at Megent quietly with beautiful eyes, her hands on her back, her expression full of arrogance.
Mechinte glanced around, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He bowed slightly, "Sorry, Lord Saint, blame me for not being able to follow your orders. Anyway, Abby ADB Province is also part of the Holy Roman Empire. Although chaotic parties are rampant here, I cannot kill those civilians as chaotic parties..."
"Haha!" At this time, the saint laughed coldly, she said gloomily, "Meqent, this is your majesty's order, do you want to disobey?"
"Your Majesty's order?" Mechente was stunned. He tilted his head to think for a moment, and said calmly, "Sorry, Lord Saint, I did not receive the order from His Majesty Charlie to massacre the civilians in Ethiopia... …"
"You are wrong!" The saint said quietly, "My Majesty is not 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?" Megent's hand shook sharply, his heart sank, but he still insisted, "My Lord Saint, I am the marshal of the empire, and I only obey the orders of His Majesty Charlie!"
"Really? Your Lord Marshal, don't regret it!" At this time, the saint smiled coldly, she took out something from her arms, held it high, and said loudly, "Meqent, look at this What is it?"
Mei Qin took a specific look, almost lost his soul, "Teach... the Pope's order?"
"Yes, it is the Pope's order. Seeing that the Pope's order is like His Majesty the Pope, don't you guys kneel down?" said the saint coldly.
"His Majesty the Pope, Wan'an!" All the generals knew the Pope's order. Even though they were not reconciled, they could only dismount and kneel down. Megent had no choice but to kneel down.
The saint smiled coldly, "All the generals of the Southern Expeditionary Army hear orders! Within the province of Ethiopia, no matter whether they are chaotic or not, they will all be executed! These dirty heretics have no right to survive in the Holy Roman Empire. Within, only by letting their bodies sink can their souls be purified!"
"Follow the decree of His Majesty the Pope!" The generals said helplessly.
"Get up!" The saint smiled coldly and withdrew the pope's order. Only then did the generals dared to get up. She glanced at Mechinte and said with a smile, "My Lord Marshal, purify the strangeness of the province of Ethiopia. Believers, it is indeed the meaning of His Majesty the Pope. As you know, our Holy Vatican has always had the tradition of holding a sword to preach. In the Holy Roman Empire, the only outcome for non-believers is death!"
The saint's eyes were cold, and then she turned softly, "My Lord Marshal, please be sure to follow the instructions of His Majesty the Pope, otherwise you will know the end, even if you don't think about yourself, you will also think about your family!"
"Yes...Yes, Master Saint!" Meqent was already sweating coldly at this moment, so he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Very good...Let's do it!" After speaking some slightly threatening words, the saint finally smiled in satisfaction, bent over slightly, and turned away.
After the saint had left, Mechinte seemed to have lost his support, and sat on the ground, hurriedly helping him up.
"Master Marshal, we really want to..." a general said quietly, and at the same time made a "kill" action, "They are all civilians in our country..."
"What else can we do but follow? Against the will of His Majesty the Pope, unless you don't want to live anymore!" Megent gave him a fierce look and shouted, "Common...what about common people? Killed , All killed!"
"Yes!" the generals responded one after another, a fierce expression flashing across their faces.
Killing, these experienced soldiers are naturally no strangers, and they can aim their swords at innocent civilians in the empire. Soldiers from the bottom of society are still unbearable, but the generals are different. They must do their own thing. Head thinking.
Mechente looked at the saint’s back with a hint of resentment in his eyes, "Hey, holding a sword to preach, you will die if you don’t believe in religion! The gods of the Holy See... are **** lunatics... lunatics!" /
The Holy See has a transcendent position in the Holy Roman Empire. The supreme divine power even penetrates into the imperial power. Mechinte knows that there may be nothing to violate the will of His Majesty Charles, but if it violates the decree of His Majesty the Pope There is no doubt that he will die, even Charles XXVII cannot keep him.
The reason is simple. Charles XXVII can only maintain his rule by relying on the Holy See. Mechint is convinced that between the Holy See and him, His Majesty Charles will sacrifice him without hesitation.
In the Holy Roman Empire, Megent was not the first and will not be the last to hold grudges against the Holy See...
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Amufa City.
Amufa city bathed in the morning light, majestic, majestic, high walls, wide moat, shows that the city's defense force is very strong.
As a well-known big city with a radius of hundreds of miles, the city of Amufa has become a place where the 500,000 troops of the Holy Roman Empire collected food from the southern expedition. Countless horses and carts are constantly transporting the food. I don’t know how much thought was spent on the logistics of the empire.
The usual city of Amufa is full of traffic, people coming and going, taverns, and commerce. Countless mercenaries and travelers pass by and stay here, adding a bit of lively to the city of Amufa.
Today’s city of Amufa is heavily guarded. Teams of soldiers from the Holy Roman Empire are patrolling. Countless griffon riders hover in the sky. The city that has just ended the curfew is like a city that has been sleeping for a long time. The sleeping beauty who came, opened their wistful eyes, and the pedestrians on the street were sparse, and looked listless.
At this moment, the city of Amufa has become a huge military fortress. As a strategic hub in the south, it serves the military. It is its principle. The continuous flow of food indicates that the Holy Roman Empire has a long-term plan to fight. .
Slicing off the black hands extended by the Roland Empire, destroying Ethiopia's resistance forces, and completely controlling Ethiopia are the recent strategic goals of the Holy Roman Empire.
In the morning sun, the dewdrops have not disappeared. A figure has quietly appeared on the high mountain **** not far from Amufa City. The large black robe tightly wraps the slightly thin body, and the thick hood covers it. The upper part of the man’s face was removed, only the lower part of the nose and mouth were exposed.
The man was Ron, and he was alone, walking outside the city of Amufa in the morning light.
Standing on the high hillside, the city of Amufa has a panoramic view of every move. Dozens of crows hover in the air. At the same time, dozens of ghosts sneak into the city. Every corner of the city of Amufa cannot escape. His eyes.
"Is this the city of Amufa? It really is heavily guarded!" Ron muttered to himself, and then a slight smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, "But...the strongest city is in me In front of the undead holy magister, it is impossible to withstand a blow!"
"Canopy--" With a sound, Ron suddenly appeared a large amount of black mist. The black mist moved around his body, rising like a flame, and a piece of darkness started from under his feet and continued to expand outward.
A strange atmosphere suddenly spread, and the space is full of the smell of murder, and the breeze blows gently, bringing a trace of death.
A wild dog was looking for food in the grass, suddenly raised its head, it sniffed in the air, and fled away with its tail in the air.
The morning light disappeared, the sky turned dark slightly, and the vast space began to become suffocated.
"Huh? What's wrong? 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, and the people were panicked. People began to become agitated. The hearts of the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire suddenly tightened. They felt a hint of the atmosphere before the war.
"The earth is sinking, the sky is cracking, the gods are sleeping, the demons are waking up...the power of the dead, the will of the soul, gathered in my hand, become my spear, my sword... roar, Destroy, disappear..."
Ron sang a verbose spell. His pitch was first extremely low, and then higher and higher. As the pitch rose, the power of the soul was constantly agitated. At this time, he suddenly raised his head, thick pockets The cap slid off his head, revealing a pair of dark cyan eyes.
"Kakaka..."
At this time, there was a strong change on the ground under Ron's feet. The ground rolled over, rows of white bones pierced out of the ground, and countless skeletons and undead rushed out of the ground.
One hundred, five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand...two thousand...eight thousand...the number of skeletons has doubled and doubled, looking from a distance, a white forest can not be seen at a glance The end.
Ron, who has reached the strength of the Undead Sage Magister, summons undead creatures like no money, not only skeleton warriors, skeleton warriors, skeleton magicians, but even high-level undead such as black knights, gargoyles, and horror knights. Creatures don't waste their power at all.
"Look, what is that?"
The Holy Roman Empire soldier above the city finally noticed the abnormal movement in the distance, and he pointed to that side and shouted in horror.
"It's a skeleton, a lot of skeletons!"
The soldiers' legs were trembling, and the dense mountains and plains of skeletons over there made them feel terrified in their hearts.
"The enemy...the enemy attack!"
A squad leader finally came back to his senses, and he shouted, "Quickly, sound the alarm! At the same time notify the lord of the city!"
"When...When...When..."
The melodious bells rang throughout the city of Amufa, and in an instant, the entire city of Amufa moved. The well-trained soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire wore armors and took up weapons to rush to 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!"
With his feet gently off the ground, his broad black robe wafted in the wind, Ron carried his hands on his back, slowly rising into the air, standing on a high place, like an emperor watching the world.
At this time, Ron moved and saw that the keel staff in his hand pointed slightly forward--
"Offensive!"
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