"The reason why I can persist in fighting in the dark night is all because of the power of light, a bottle of holy water can make you live for ten minutes, so do you still think it strange to resist in the dark for a few minutes?"

Charles had long expected that there would be doubts about his battle with the Night Messenger and the Marquis of Dietre, and that there had to be a plausible reason why a cult of light could hide in the darkness.

And the church's interpretation of "holy water" is the gift of God Almighty, there is nothing that cannot be solved, and resisting darkness is just a piece of cake.

"Fart, you're not holy water at all, we fought with those Night Cultists outside the long wall, and drank an unknown amount of holy water, can I not know what holy water is?" Dietley scolded excitedly.

"You are wrong, holy water is only a medium to accommodate the gifts of the gods, its effect depends on the piety of the believer, the more pious people can get the blessing of the gods, and the better the natural effect!"

"When a devout believer drinks holy water, his body is strong and healed, and every part of his body will benefit......."

"If you have ugliness in your heart, and naturally you are not pleased with the gods, then there is no difference between the holy water you drink and the water of the well, and you will eventually be infected by darkness, and you must be unclean in your heart......."

“........”

Charles explained it seriously, and Dietley rolled his eyes, even Honey and Ariana and others were also amazed and admired.

"I'm dying, I'm going to argue with you about this, so you'd better hurry back to Lorraine and prepare for war! The war is about to begin......."

Dietley, who had sensed the passage of life, smiled suddenly, and slowly lay down and closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Can you bear to see your people die in war? Will you let your country burn with war?"

The paladin Ariana stood up angrily, "You should be brave enough to redeem yourself, repent to the gods before you die, and organize a war to save the thousands of people of your Duchy of Lucerne........."

"No need, I've saved the world for decades, but in the end, I can't save myself!"

The Marquis de Dietré said something almost inaudibly, and slowly stopped breathing.

.........

.........

With the death of Marquis Dietley, the original plans of Charles and the others were all nullified, and now let alone going to the Dawn Sanctuary to ask for merit, even the small things in front of them have become difficult to choose.

"Lord Marquis, the news here must be concealed from the outside world, and then we will report the details to the Dawn Sanctuary, and let the Cardinal correct our name!"

Charles raised his eyebrows, first looked at Honeywin, and then looked at the Luxon servants and warriors who were shivering in the courtyard outside the window, and asked lightly: "Hide the news, how to hide it?"

"Kill them all, the dark believers will die innocently!"

Honey said this sentence with a righteous face, which made Charles feel a little cruel and a little helpless.

The elite private army of the Marquis of Lorraine had just experienced a nerve-wracking war a year ago, and the territory had been in chaos for more than half a year, and there was really no capital to fight a big war in a short period of time.

To fight a war, one is to have people, the second is to have money, and the third is to have foreign aid, and Charles's Lorraine regiment has not even set up a shelf! The soldiers have just finished their platoon training, and their smoothbore guns are not so proficient, so how can they deal with the attack of the Duchy of Lucerne?

Do you want the farmer to touch the dung fork and go up and fight indiscriminately?

"Lord Marquis, it is an indisputable fact that the Lucers colluded with the Night Believers to invade Lorraine, those Night Slaves are all innocent Lorraine, as the lord of the Lorraine, you should not have the slightest mercy for them. ”

"Alas!"

Charles let out a long sigh and looked at Ariana again.

Ariana didn't say anything, but walked over to Charles' side and stood side by side with him, just like she had supported him in the battle last night.

Charles nodded slightly, walked out expressionlessly, found his big dark horse Farman, got on his horse and galloped in the direction of Lorraine.

Behind him, the castle of the Green Forest was in flames, and the faint howls and cries fell into Shire's ears, tormenting the kind persistence in his heart.

"I'm not a virgin, I have to learn to be indifferent!"

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In the north, thousands of miles away from Castle Greensen, in that land of darkness all year round, a tragic battle is also nearing the end.

Lycia, the leader of the Moorish Church, was dressed in a simple black robe, slowly walking on the battlefield full of corpses, the dark red blood flowed into a trickling stream, she carefully stepped over, not letting the blood stain her feet, and looked as if she was not the one who tore the enemy with her bare hands just now.

In addition to the corpses, there were many more Night Cultists on the battlefield, and when Lycia walked past them, they could barely hold their knees and fall to the ground.

And in the very center of the battlefield, there was a man half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Lycia who had walked all the way, and showed a miserable wry smile.

"Lycia, I didn't expect you to be so strong, but why are you dealing with our Brov family?"

Lycia walked up to the man and said coldly, "Surrender, or die!"

"Hehehe!"

"I choose to die, but before I die, can you tell me the answer, it is also my last wish. ”

Lycia shook her head and said coldly: "Thorin, you don't need to know what mistakes you have made, you just need to know that if you surrender to me, you will get more power." ”

"Lycia, you should know that I will not submit to anyone but the true gods, and if 'she' can really give me strength, I am willing to be 'her''s favorite!" Thorin shook his head again, only this time he was a little soft, or he didn't look down on Lycia.

Lycia smiled slightly, looking satisfied.

But just when Thorin thought Lycia had accepted his terms, he saw the smile on Lycia's face turn into a sinister smile.

Plumes of thick darkness shot out of Lysia's fingers, piercing Thorin's head without hindrance, leaving five holes of varying sizes in his hard skull.

Thorin, who is considered the number one person in the entire Dark Night World, is dead, and he doesn't understand how he collapsed if he talked about it well?

And with his death, it also affected the Marquis de Dietré, who was thousands of miles away, and the dark aura in his body lost the control of his master, so that he could wreak havoc on his internal organs and let him be liberated.

"Just because you want to be the queen's concubine too, I'm not qualified yet!"

Lycia glanced at the dead Thorin in disgust, then turned back to her senses and asked the Night Cultists kneeling on the battlefield.

"Surrender or death?"

"We ...... Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

None of the thousands chose to die, they all chose to surrender.

They are afraid of death, but they respect the strong more.

Lycia went from a middle-level transcendent to a high-ranking transcendent in this short period of time, and also killed the veteran powerhouse Thorin Crown, she already has enough qualifications to make them submit.

Faced with the allegiance of thousands of Night powerhouses, Lycia suddenly lost her mind.

"I don't know what happened to that Charles, and what punishment will Her Majesty give him?

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