Lind: “So, Avar has fallen?”
“Yes. I hope for your mercy, I just need a squad of soldiers, a squad of your knights, to help me recover my homeland!”
“From now on, Savoy will regard you as its suzerain, only looking to you for guidance.”
The little princess in front of him looked disheveled, her eyes red.
According to her, the Demon Clan and the Avar army conducted a bloody massacre in Savoy, sparing neither children nor adults; all the people were brutally killed regardless of whether they surrendered or not.
It’s no wonder that this little princess seemed a bit mad.
Rosalind, watching this princess of Savoy, felt a mix of emotions. If Castile were to fall, would it be much better than Savoy?
Looking at the Savoy princess, who was only slightly older than herself, Rosalind seemed to see her own future.
This was not the first royal family from the small kingdom of Cape to flee; with the war spreading, the entire continent had descended into chaos, especially with the Avar and the Demon Clan rampaging everywhere with their advanced weaponry, carving those regions into territories of the An Zhu and Avar alliance.
Lind cradled his head, feeling as if his place had become a kindergarten, filled with little kids who had escaped from various places, and yet they were asking for a squad of Lars Knights.
“Even if I give you my knights, if you truly recover Savoy, can you defend it afterward?”
Faced with this question, the little princess of Savoy was momentarily stunned and replied, “There will always be a way.”
Seeing this unreasonable little brat, Lind still maintained his patience and said, “I can understand your feelings, but we have more urgent matters to address. We are also facing threats from An Zhu and the Demon Clan, as well as those Avar and even Dragon threats.”
“I deeply sympathize with your situation, so, Princess, I will provide you with basic living assistance. You can first go to our country’s school to gain knowledge, and after you’ve learned, you can go and recover your homeland.”
“Remember, knowledge is power.”
The little princess of Savoy and Rosalind muttered the words of Lind: “Knowledge is power.”
After dealing with these matters, Lind leaned back in his chair, a bit weary, but seeing Lena’s worried expression beside him, he perked up and said, “Don’t worry, that princess will be fine. I will think of ways to help her as much as possible, but Savoy is too close to An Zhu, and it’s very hard to recover now.”
“No.”
Lena came to Lind’s side and hugged him from behind.
“Lind, you’re too tired; you should take a good rest.”
It’s hard to say whether it was due to the similar incidents happening too frequently lately, but while Lena could easily be brought to tears by the stories of those people, at that moment she was comforting Lind.
“No, everyone is counting on me.”
The issue of reducing the three-fifths of the central nobility was not as easy as outsiders might think, so Lind wanted to leverage those useful people to the utmost. Even so, the volume of work left for Lind was not to be underestimated.
Although Lind was nominally the temporary prime minister, he was practically the helmsman of the country. Without help from a prime minister, others saw Lind as an iron man who didn’t need rest, an absolute workaholic.
“Then let everyone wait.”
Lena easily empathized with those displaced people, but she understood even more how exhausted her partner was now.
However, Lind’s eyes were filled with concern, after all, who would have thought that the once graceful Lena would now spend every day in the laboratory, immersed in formulas and numbers? Although Lena herself seemed quite happy, Lind knew that her workload was hardly any lighter than his own.
Especially regarding the recent development of medium-to-long-range weapons, even though miracles could be produced with great effort in terms of magic, according to Deborah’s report, wanting to destroy the core of the black fog situated high in the sky with missiles propelled by magic power was definitely not viable.
Trying to make a missile that can accurately strike aerial targets in a world of magic without a foundation is no easy task. Lind even considered giving up on the project and finding another way.
As if sensing Lind’s gaze, Lena suddenly clapped her hands and excitedly said:
“Let’s not talk so much.”
“I had the kitchen prepare roast duck for tonight; let’s go have roast duck together!”
…..
At this time, deep within the new psychic network built by Cassius, the members of the War God Church were becoming increasingly adept at controlling this network, even more so than the Cassius people.
“Is the number of sacrifices sufficient?”
“Almost, the amount of human fear is already enough. Thanks to the Avars and the Demon Clan, they’ve generated far more fear and despair than we had anticipated.”
“Indeed, it must be said that the Demon Clan has a talent in this regard.”
“However, recently, His Majesty has sensed something. I can clearly feel that His Majesty is separating our followers from ordinary soldiers, and even in the face of those Lars Knights who cannot perceive human emotions, he still allows our followers to go first.”
At this moment, a shadow added to the conversation: “It’s strange, after this operation connecting to the Divine Kingdom, we can clearly sense the emotions of others. Yet in front of those Lars Knights, we cannot detect even a hint of emotion or thought fluctuations.”
“Never mind, the boundary between the Divine Kingdom and reality is growing thinner. Our God will become the first deity to descend upon the boundary of reality. At that time, the entire continent will only have one faith!”
“Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!”
The border continued to be fiercely contested. Although the Lars Knights arrived to reinforce, their numbers weren’t particularly large, yet the zealots of the War God were charging like madmen, forcing the Capen southern border troops that showed signs of counterattack back.
However, on the battlefield, those zealots who had been individually divided and were still charging as usual suddenly seemed to be controlled by a single will, halting their actions in an orderly manner.
These zealots stepped over blood and corpses to reach the center of the battlefield, slitting their wrists and madly beginning to chant something.
The soldiers from An Zhu were caught off guard by the frenzied actions of their comrades, standing in place unsure of what to do. Was this the War God Church’s predetermined battle plan?
The reaction from Judith’s side was quicker; artillery quickly targeted the zealots, but these zealots appeared almost immune to the bombardment. Even when their bodies were blasted apart, their high-pitched, frenzied screams sounded as if thousands of starving beasts were roaring in the battlefield.
The bloody battlefield filled with the smell of sulfur appeared to be a giant ritual site. The sky suddenly darkened; although it was daytime, dark clouds rolled in like a tide, obscuring the sun. The soldiers on the battlefield were astonished, instinctively stepping back, even their breathing stifled by fear.
In the midst of the storm, Myron clearly saw the situation in the center of the battlefield.
At the center, the space seemed like a slab of ice that had cracked open, revealing countless fissures, and from the largest fissure, an arm extended through, trying to pry open the cracks with sheer force.
“Master! The master has descended!”
The remaining zealots revealed an expression of ecstasy, while Myron was unusually seen with a look of terror on his face.
It truly looked like the War God, just as described in the scriptures of the War God Church, the War God had multiple arms, each wielding a different weapon.
However, the monster that “escaped” from the fissure was entirely covered in black sludge.
A massive figure stepped onto the earth.
