Vast armies swept through Findel like a tidal wave, leaving behind nothing but broken ruins and mountains of corpses, while civilized armies did the same brutal and bloody things that had been done centuries ago. The Crusaders slaughtered the pagans with their swords, while the Rastines easily took the lives of the Herod with artillery fire and bullets.

War has been a source of sin and barbarism since ancient times! Whatever the name, the moment a man in war takes the life of another person, his heart is open to hell.

A noble boy who was a Tudor Grand Duke tasted white wine made in Italy in a steam locomotive used for sightseeing while his army was bloodbathing. As if the sound of fighting outside the car window was like the noise of the market, the young man elegantly sipped the fermented wine in his glass. Sitting across from him was a man in a black cloak who couldn't see clearly.

"The white wines of Emerald Antinoli are not readily available, even in the city of Rome. Don't taste it? Ether asked as he looked at the wine glass across from him motionless, and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not here to drink." A gloomy voice came from under the black cloak, and the neutral voice made it impossible to distinguish whether the person under the cloak was male or female.

"But it doesn't get in the way, does it?" Ether stretched lazily and looked out the window at the sky through the ups and downs of the glass wine cup.

The smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and even the sun at noon was like a warm egg, emitting a faint light and heat.

"Such a beautiful day is not to be disappointed by the wine of Philemas and the olives of Crete." With that, Ether drank the wine and the olives in it.

"What a madman." A cold voice came from under the cloak.

But Esher did not feel any dismay, but smiled and said, "Isn't this exactly what you need?" The Holy See needs someone crazy enough to lead the land of New Rome to chaos and decay forever, and I am the perfect person for you. Even a person like the Holy See will not be able to grasp the Orthodox Church forever in a land that is beyond the reach of the whip. What's more, this land has long been self-respecting, and the New Brad Kingdom you have fostered is even more ill-intentioned. Only I can change that. ”

"The Holy See trusts you, but the cardinal will not squander the gold of the Church to a madman. If you still can't give the Church what it wants, then even if the Holy See supports you, you don't want to gain a foothold in the world. The voice under the cloak suddenly became tyrannical, revealing a terrifying cruelty.

But the Grand Duke Tudor in front of him is still calm, which is a kind of calmness that only a superior can have, not the arrogance of no one in his eyes, but a kind of self-confidence that is under control.

"The Inquisition is still so domineering." There was a hint of coldness in Esther's eyes.

And under the cloak, he (she) was not afraid of this [Herodian butcher], and calmly raised his head and looked at each other.

"The Inquisition has always been like this." He (she) said coldly.

Interestingly, Ether looked at the delicate silver mask, a traditional Venetian theatrical mask, cold and beautiful. In the West, the mask was often worn by fallen nobles, and although it was forbidden by the Holy See, it was still prevalent in northern Italy.

It seems that even the Inquisition is the same, and the Gothic atmosphere brought by this mysterious and classical mask makes Ether intrigued by the people sent by the Holy See.

Ether couldn't help but feel the urge to unmask the other side. However, the loud explosion outside ruined the original good atmosphere in the car, making the Tudor Grand Duke's delicate eyebrows frown, but then the lone wolf-like eyes flashed with the excitement of killing.

The king ** team, which was originally like an iron stream, suddenly fell apart, and in front of the steel giant, all flesh and blood could only turn into dust.

The Rastines were attacked by three T-24 mechs, loaded with large-caliber machine guns that burst into blood in the crowd, while the infantry divisions with only self-propelled guns crumbled under the charge of the knights and fled in all directions. Obviously, the results of the battle exceeded the original expectations, and the Tudor Grand Duke's vehicle was now exposed to the eyes of the knights, and the titular commander fell into their ambush so easily. Even these Herod knights were taken by surprise.

The Herod knights immediately pointed their guns at the steam locomotive.

However, there were still a small number of Knights in Holy Armor by Ethher's side, and they immediately reacted to protect the Grand Duke Tudor at the core. "Haha, Lao Tzu has long said that the Rastine people are vulnerable. If we had done it earlier, we wouldn't have died so many people in vain! The charging Herod knight laughed over the radio, but the laughter was desolate.

"Don't be impulsive!" The other knight tried to stop them, and although the Rastines were surprisingly weak in combat, their mission was to scout. Even if the opponent only has a small number of knights, they are not enough to break through the opponent's defenses.

Their task now is to inform the Resistance headquarters of the news they receive immediately, and to completely eliminate the Herod Butcher before the Tudor Grand Duke and the Knights of the Holy Armor join forces.

Both sides did not hesitate to pour ammunition on each other, and at such close range, everything except the knights was wiped out in the aftermath of the battle. The Rastin soldiers, who were still arrogant just now, had turned into charred corpses at this time. The Herod Knights fought and retreated, and the Knights of Rastin had no intention of stopping them, and their mission was to protect the safety of the Grand Duke Tudor.

"Looks like the target is you." Under the black cloak, he or she said with a slight sneer.

However, His Highness was neither annoyed nor frightened, and leaned down in the car window to watch the fierce confrontation outside. "It seems that it was just an accidental conflict, and although the Herod wanted to take my life, they would not have sent only these three miscellaneous soldiers."

"But your attempt to lure the Herod into attack seems unsuccessful."

"No, it's half the battle." With a slightly cold smile on his face, the young Grand Duke Tudor leaned over the black cloak and whispered, "They will appear, and what you need is in their hands." Those green eyes looked out the window with cunning ripples.

"What's more, even if I don't, they will definitely act. Even if it's a trap, they have no way back. ”

Looking at the young nobleman in front of him, he was as frivolous as a gentleman, but under the cloak, he (she) felt a creepy fear.

Even if I met several times, I still didn't see through this man, whether it was calm or humble, the temperament that a European virtuous monarch should have was not touched. However, as Pope, His Holiness Ingwe sees him as the most formidable monarch of the East. But this time, he finally understood that his horror was not in how many Herodians he had killed in his mecha, but in the heart of a mad king.

He may not be admired, but he is feared, and that is enough for a monarch.