Chapter XVII: The August Holy War

On the third day of August, the third month of the new calendar year when Yves Saint Laurent's name was revered, Yves Saint Laurent officially launched a holy war against the Ring of Ashes.

For Saint Laurent says that their name is sin.

For Saint Laurent says that they are blind believers blinded by the anointing of the devil, and their intentions are good, but they have strayed from the right path because of doubt, and have completely disobeyed the commandments of Saint Laurent.

The Commandment says, "Do not put your Lord to the test of Saint Laurent, for if you doubt him you are guilty." ”

- because Yves Saint Laurent said that these people chose the right way, but they went to the wrong door.

This war is not a purge, nor a crusade, but a salvation.

Yves Saint Laurent said that the souls of these Ash Men were already a stone's throw away from the abyss. Only Roland and the followers of the Sleeping Master can bring their souls back from the edge of the boundless abyss and bring them to rest again.

Professionals from all over the world immediately responded to Roland's call, led by priests from all over the world, and gathered in an army towards Titan.

"Be born for Him! Fight for Him! Die for Him! ”

A gray-haired old bishop held a steel hammer and a heavy steel staff on the side of the street, showing the way forward for the roaring army around him.

He wasn't just a commander, he was also a warrior at the moment—his thin bishop's robe was draped with iron armor full of tiny steel spikes, and two heavy steel rings were draped around his wrists, and a shimmering cross was branded on the steel rings. When the old bishop pointed the tip of the hammer in the right direction, it glowed with a very bright holy light.

"You have to make peace! Respond with a loud voice! ”

The old bishop's eyes burned with pale flames, and his right arm, which clenched the hammer staff, was bruised and knotted.

He raised his head and shouted like thunder: "To Saint Laurent all glory—"

"Glory to Saint Laurent!!"

All the fighters did not hesitate to respond with the loudest voice they could.

The old bishop took a deep breath and roared again, "Yves Saint Laurent—"

Something seemed to roll in his throat, and praise was like an aria.

All the warriors continued the second half of the sentence in unison: "-Holy! ”

With their roar, the silver-white flame rose in their eyes.

Their dry stamina was replenished, their steps became lighter, their movements became steady, and their sore muscles returned to their original state.

Feeling the miracle that had happened to them, they once again shouted in unison: "Saint Laurent! Holy! Holy!! ”

Their roar exploded through the wilderness like thunder, whistling in all directions.

"Speed up! Stay in formation! ”

The old bishop roared again: "Saint Laurent needs us!" ”

"Go and save our brother!"

As more and more heavily armed professionals passed by him, the old bishop flicked his hammer and stepped onto his tall war horse, clad in steel armor, and rushed towards the front of the crowd.

There were more than a thousand such legions gathered from all directions. The most marginal had just left Suze, and the closest to the battlefield had already entered the borders of Titan.

With Roland's weekly Newborn Miracle, Faennes' strength level has increased by nearly two notches. Nowadays, adult professionals will basically become the silver level, and those with a little ability can step into gold. Those who were originally in the silver level without exception all advanced to gold, and one-third of those who were originally in the gold level had awakened their origins.

And after Roland's seven miracles have become everyone's common knowledge, the silver level soul alienation and the gold level soul sublimation will naturally subtly change their thinking patterns in the direction that is favorable to Roland.

It can be said that Roland's influence at this time has surpassed the influence of any pope and god in the world at any time.

Emperors on earth must be crowned and blessed by Roland to be authoritative, Roland is the godfather of all emperors, and his opinions are completely higher than the rulers of various countries. Although he did not have a name, in fact Saint Laurent had become the true king of the earth, the sole and supreme monarch of Faennes. His name is revered as sacred on earth, and some even believe that Roland's name itself is sacred, and that the mere reverence of reciting his name is enough to free one from suffering and misfortune.

Roland's holy order did not require any herald's message or posting a notice—even if Roland was in Frankfurt, his voice would be loud enough to reach the whole land. His voice has long been known to everyone, and it has become customary for people to bow down and pray in the direction of Frankfurt immediately when they hear Roland's holy command.

This makes it impossible for Roland's will to be distorted, and Roland's decision cannot be concealed. All orders will be implemented everywhere at the first time, and people will spontaneously complete any orders of Roland without supervision.

- They see it as an honor.

In contrast, more than one-third of the cultists on the Ring of Ashes were converted by Roland's miracle, and one-third were killed by the Raven Legion during the purge of Carral. Those who still hold their ground now, without exception, are followers whose souls have been polluted by the twilight.

This is far more than the number of battles fought in the Battle of the White Tower, and its quality is much higher than that of the crusaders during the Battle of the White Tower.

The disparity in power between them had reached the point where it had ended before the war began.

"So, what are you asking for?"

Marco lowered his head and looked at the ashes who were kneeling and pleading, with only peace and pity in his eyes: "Are you still thirsting for victory?" ”

"We are dealing with two-thirds of the world's professionals. If we could defeat them, we'd have taken Titan and Karal long ago. Among these thousands of legions, there are more Gold-tier powerhouses alone than all of us combined. ”

Marco nodded approvingly: "Roland is a good opponent." History has made a choice – it says that Roland was right and that he deserved to win. ”

“…… So, are we going to wait here to die? ”

Someone asked Marco with a shudder.

"Why do you say that?"

Mark asked rhetorically, "Do you not live for the equality and progress of mankind?" Now that Roland has done this, then even if he dies, there will be no complaints. At least you are slumped on the path of progress to the future, not in a corner where no one cares. In the future, someone will point to our tomb and say, 'They are also worthy of respect, but they have gone the wrong way'—"

"So, do you mean that you are going to betray the great Higgs?"

The trembling questioner trembled even more violently. His back bulged, and his voice grew old and echoed: "Do you really want to betray Higg for the sake of human progress—"

Before he could finish speaking, a scorching, foul fire shot out of Mark's palm, piercing his skull. The man's half-dissolved body was instantly burned to ashes by the dim yellow flames.

"Exactly!"

Mark exclaimed, "Because I am Mark, Mark the Abandoner—"

"—My will is always free! Even Higgs doesn't want to bewitch me! (To be continued.) )