In the room, Cassia nodded, fearless of death, pious in faith but with a heart as firm as a storm, it is indeed very suitable for spreading the belief of the sea god in the complex sea.

Looking at the tea on the table, Cassia drank half a cup, and the figure slowly disappeared.

In the past three months, the miracle of the god of the sea and the situation of that day have spread to all the people of the sea, even in some inland areas, have heard about it.

Many people who lived by the sea burst into tears, and the gods finally did not forget them, and only the blessing of the sea god was their only sustenance on the sea full of dangers.

Many wealthy believers even planned to build a church for His Majesty the Poseidon, but the Jackdaw, which had not been seen for a long time, became the only obstacle.

It was the messenger of the sea god, the spokesman of the gods, and if it was described as inland, it was the pope closest to the gods, and it was disrespectful to the gods to set up churches without her permission.

Three months later, the Jackdaw, wandering on the edge of the stormy sea, came to a halt as Butterfly walked out of the sarcophagus on the deck with tears on her face.

The legend is true, the souls that died at sea are indeed under the control of the sea god, and Cassia extracted the soul memory of Butterfly's father, the second mate of the Evil Tiger Shark, and put his last thoughts about his daughter before he died in the coffin.

In addition to this, there is also a seed of Poseidon Divine Magic.

Vaughn and the Tiger First Officer looked at the captain whose tears had not yet disappeared and screamed softly.

Die'er came back to her senses, her eyes swept over the vast sea as far as she could see, and said:

"It is time for the Poseidon to spread His will, and from this day on, all devout believers on the sea will be blessed by Him...... Jackdaw, set sail!"

In the sky, Cassia retracted his gaze, he now urgently needs to speed up the seizure of world authority, so what is left for the future Poseidon Church is not something extremely powerful, but a soul gathering coffin that can better collect and distinguish the souls of the dead.

In fact, regarding the first-generation inheritors of divine arts such as Die'er or Alena, their strength improvement is simply not recognized by common sense, and for the god position, they are also the easiest people to reach the top in countless times in the future.

Just like Tucci Skavin, who had the highest bloodline talent in the beginning, the first generation of divine seeds was destined to bring them a lot of convenience.

But...... Who is sure of what will happen in the future? This point of cassia does not say that the first generation will definitely be able to ascend to the throne of God, and their own strength, prestige, and faith are also indispensable conditions.

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When Die'er decided to start spreading the belief in the sea god, a fierce battle was going on in the southwestern province of Kaiadir.

In the southwestern province with many mountain ranges, there is only one flat land with a radius of 100 miles, and the battle has been going on for half a month, and both sides are exhausted, and they are about to reach the final critical moment.

In the tent on the front line, the Duchess was carefully bandaging Ferranche's wounds.

"You don't have to do that, it's too dangerous. ”

Ferranch shook his head and smiled: "I'm not a nobleman for a long time, I'm the same as them, I have the same nose and two eyes, there's no reason to let them fight on the front line, and I'm hiding behind to give advice, besides, I'm good at politics, if you want to talk about how to fight, I'm not as good as Dunn." ”

"But if anything happens to you, who will stand up for the poor? ”

Ferranche looked at the duchess with a smile and did not speak.

Finally, the duchess sighed: "I'm not a nobleman anymore, but I'm a woman, and I can't take your place." ”

"Hahaha......" Ferranche suddenly laughed, "Don't pretend to be confused with me, how can the Duchess who lives in three provinces by herself be worse than me, and, don't worry, I will be fine." ”

"Your Excellency!" a voice broke the ease in the tent, and a serious-looking Dunn walked in.

"Lord Ferranche, tomorrow is the time for a general attack, and the other side is now taking advantage of the darkness to gather troops. ”

Ferencie got up and moved his freshly bandaged arm, "Is it ready?"

"Ready, that's it...... It's not very stable, so it's recommended to carry it when you need it tomorrow. ”

"Well, it's up to you and Winston to take care of that. ”

"Yes!"

Dunn exited the tent, he was stupid when he first entered, wasn't that a bad thing?

Relieved, Dunn returned to his tent, where a bespectacled Winston sat at the table waiting for him, two classmates who had studied together at the Academy of Magic.

"Dunn, how's it going?"

"No problem, Mistress Ferranche has agreed to use it. ”

Winston nodded, looking at the black powder in the clay bowl on the table, and couldn't help but sink in his heart, "Dunn, did you think the teacher would approve of us doing this?"

Dunn frowned and sat down at the table, "To be honest, I don't know, but the teacher must have known that the alchemy class would have this result, since he didn't deliberately cover up this part of the content......"

"It's me who is overthinking......" Winston rubbed his temples.

"Hey, you two are here, just right, I boiled some porridge. Elf Dinah opened the curtain and walked in, her race making her look like a girl, while Winston and Dunn were middle-aged.

The next morning, the battle continued, with well-armed knights and infantry on one side and a mostly pauperan army in leather armor and notched swords in hand.

After a long time, Ferranche's side naturally couldn't support it, but with a large number of people, it could be regarded as a stable foothold.

Seeing that the time was already noon, and the real main forces of both sides were still missing, Ferranch once again ignored the Duchess's dissuasion and went into battle in person, wearing armor.

One thing is indeed true, in terms of swordsmanship alone, even after so many years, he is stronger than his younger brother, the evil tiger Ferrante who returned to the mountain.

The sword flashed again and again, and Ferranche dodged a slash sideways, and a sword stabbed into the waist of one of the knights, and a soldier next to him stepped forward to deal with the other knight who had no time to defend.

Ferranche turned his head and smiled, patting the eighteen-year-old squad leader, who had been tying his life to his waist because he had food with Ferranche.

Ferranche once asked him why he was so desperate, and he said: the taxes of the nobles are too severe, and he wants to feed his younger siblings.

It was such a simple reason that made Ferranche think of his brother, who was also eighteen years old.

The roar echoed in his ears, and the two passed each other and continued into the battlefield.

The battle continues, people are dying every second, and it is difficult for leather armor to block the attack of the blade, but human life can.

With a single sword, Ferranch slashed down a knight captain and pulled him off his horse.

The formation of the battlefield began to stir, and with a roar, the army of the nobles attacked in full force.

Ferranche drew his sword and looked back, a sharp whistle sounded, and the army of poor people began to charge.

"Hold on a little longer, win this battle, and there will only be one noble duke left in the south of Kaiadir, eat him, and there will be no war in the south. Ferranch thought.

The sound of the horn echoed, and Ferranche stood on top of the mountain of corpses, covered in blood, his sword held alof, and a hoarse voice resounded through the battlefield.

"For freedom!"

"For freedom!"

"Charge!"

Countless soldiers passed him and rushed forward to pave the way for their comrades.

Ferranche gasped, he shook his head, he was old, and he couldn't accept it.

Suddenly, a violent sound of horses' hooves sounded from the sky, and Ferranch and the other commander's commander were shocked at the same time, thinking that the other party still had a backhand.

But what they didn't expect was that the sound of horses' hooves appeared with a black line on the hillside in the distance.

If you look back from the hillside, the dense and countless soldiers stretch all the way to the sky, and the momentum can be called terrifying.

Ferranche looked at the hillside, he never thought that 'he' would appear at this time.

Because behind the hillside is the territory of what was once Honoris.

A tall warhorse climbed the hillside, and the figure in armor looked silently at the battlefield below, and the twelve knights followed closely behind, reining in the horse's hooves on the hillside.

Even though it's far away, it's as if it's close at hand.

"Brother......

"Big Brother ......"

Ferranche stared for a moment, then turned around and joined the battle, and on the hillside was none other than Ferrante, his own brother, who had captured most of the Honoris Empire.