This cannot be called war at all. This can only be described as a massacre.

For some reason, the day before the God of Contract started the war, all the priests of Tyre with Holy Rank below the Bishop's rank lost their ability to cast spells.

The divine grace in their bodies is still there, but no matter how they are used, it will not have any effect just by emptying. And once used, these charisms are no longer replenished.

That is, the priests who have reached the silver level can still be rescued - at least their magic effects are not weakened.

But their divine grace is still a little less. No matter how much they prayed, the grace of God was no longer restored.

As a result, the priests of Tyre immediately realized that something had really happened to Tyre.

Without Tyre's protection, they are even more vulnerable than the youngest lambs to the sophisticated killing machines under their hands.

After all, Tyre is not Sivir.

Even if the priest of Tyr can use a longsword and a bayone, he will only be able to use the holy sword technique with the blessing of Tyre's divine skills and holy fire. Once you lose the magic and the holy fire, all that's left is a beautiful showcase.

Realizing that their situation was not good, some of the more alert people immediately took off their robes and left the church to hide in the homes of believers with whom they had better relations; But there are still some priests who stubbornly decide not to back down, but just kneel silently in front of the icon of Tyre every day and pray quietly, reverently waiting for Tyre's return.

After all, a mercenary can't break a contract.

Long ago, when Tyre had just established his dominion, the gods who now exist had sworn an oath. They promised never to attack Tyre's priest first. Never plunder the sacrifices that belong to Tyre, and never encourage them to worship other gods in the diocese of Tyre.

The other gods are just that. But the believers of Ra alone could not break their oath.

That's right. Now Tyre is indeed in a rare disadvantageous situation. But because it was the God of Contract who started the war first, the priest of Tyre was not in a hurry.

It's just a matter of grabbing territory and plundering faith. Mercenaries can't do it themselves. At best, they will imprison and persecute the priests who belong to Tyre. Because they were the first to start the war and take the territory, after the other gods realized the existence of the cake, they may in turn protect their city for the priests of Tyre.

You know, that's a mercenary. It's a zealous party that people trust and exist to help others.

Because of this, even the priests who thought they were in a bad situation only left the temple, but not the city where their church was located.

If they leave here, where will they go? Their roots are here. Out of here, they're a priest. No one knows them. Only in their own churches are they priests, preachers of Tyre, and impartial arbiters that people think of first when they have problems.

But then, something happened that no one expected -

The mercenaries arrived with a group of spellcasters wielding dirty, sticky dark red flames and hiding in dark red flame pattern robes.

With the mercenary's silent opening and acquiescence, the casters pinpointed out every hiding priest in the crowd, regardless of the safety of those around them. He brandished a viscous and filthy poisonous fire and burned them directly to death in the street. The priests who were hiding in the houses did not end well either - they did not try to enter the houses, but as if they could see the priests, they locked the doors outside the houses and set them on fire along with the houses.

Afterwards. They sang hymns in praise of Gaia's Father and stormed the temple with a raging flame that reduced everything to ashes.

They laughed maniacally as they tied up the priest and nun and slit their bellies open with ritual knives. Then he squatted there and watched his intestines flow out slowly. It was only when the wails and screams of the victims subsided that their entrails were removed with a cry of joy. Smash on the icon that was thrown at Tyre.

The mighty brass statue of Tyre's sword-wielding sword was stained with blood, and even half of his intestines could be seen hanging from Tyre's slightly raised sword. The smile on Tyre's lips was fierce and cruel.

They are the Men of the Ashes. He was one of the cultists who had been vigorously suppressed by Tyre and Sivir.

The Ashes are cultists who are hostile to all gods.

They believe that there should be no definite faith, let alone a government, in the world. They advocated that there should be no contractual relationship between people, including marriage, that there should be no private property in the world, that all human beings should be a collective, and that all human beings should abandon all sensual pleasures and strive for progress for the sake of human evolution.

In the dictionary of the Ashes, there is no cruelty and blasphemy. In their theory, they did not take pleasure in killing a person, so they showed that they did not kill that person for their own benefit.

For a time, screams, moans, and angry curses spread throughout the church. Amid the growing singing of the Ashes, the roaring light of the fire reflected the stereotypical faces of the mercenaries who had been silent.

- They still obeyed the contract.

They did not attack the priest of Tyre, nor did they loot the sacrifices that belonged to Tyre. They simply followed, picking up the ownerless treasures from the altars that had been burned by the Ashmen, and solemnly removing the gold ornaments from the priests who had been killed by the Ashmen.

The money they squeezed out in any temple was comparable to the full net worth of a good country nobleman.

Looking at these golden things in front of them, watching them flicker in the firelight, the dim yellow fire gradually reflected in their pupils.

The harvest of just one day is comparable to the income of the mercenaries in the previous three years. Moreover, there is no need to do anything, there is no need to take any risks, and the only thing you need to adapt to is the abuse of others.

Yes, it is only now that these mercenaries have discovered how shallow they were in the past.

Dedication to the joy and happiness of others? Don't be stupid, what does that bring them?

They also have wives and children. They also need to live. Need for food, need for white bread, wine and meat. They need money to maintain the stability of their families.

That's right. Their children are respected by others from an early age. But then again, what does that mean for them?

Will respect keep them fed? Can they be given direct access to Ra's Temple? Respect alone can make someone else marry their daughter to them?

So. Don't be silly.

People always need to live.

When they help a teenager confess to a girl they have been in love with for a long time, they may wear a green hat because they have not returned home for a long time.

While they are putting their lives at risk in order to cut off a gang's ill influence in the city, their wives and daughters are being remembered by their reckless actions.

When they fall off a cliff while helping a villager find a lost sheep, their wives and children do not receive any compensation for this.

By the way, if he accidentally crushed the sheep to death, then according to the contract, they also had to pay a sum of money to the villagers.

Even if they complete their mission, fulfill their mission, and satisfy others – what do they get?

Nothing. Except for a meaningless word of thanks. In addition to the respect of people on weekdays.

And if they fail in the task. Their children do receive care from others as a result. But if you think about it, do their children want this kind of care? Sacrificing one's own parents in exchange for one that might make peers jealous and without decisive care?

"Don't be stupid......"

They have always taken the risks of the most dangerous profession in the world and wasted a lot of time, but in the end, the money they earned was only enough for a family of three to have at least food and clothing?

Yes! Because the gods of contract themselves are not wealthy, they can't even afford to have one more child—or rather. How can they have a second child when they are not at home all the year round?

In children's childhood, they do not have time to spend with them; And when their children are older, they don't know them anymore.

How many mercenaries come home only to see their children's vigilant and fearful eyes?

They are in this darkest of times. But he is doing a job that people in peacetime can't persevere.

Finally, now, their pope can't hold on anymore.

A declaration of war was launched against Tyre in Ra. And after repeatedly saying that "unscrupulous means" and "all profits are personal gains", these mercenaries finally went crazy.

Their Pope made friendly contact with the leader of the Ashes. And the content of the cooperation was set simply and clearly - we open the way, you kill, we take the money, you take your life.

Theoretically. Mercenaries can team up with anyone in order to complete their missions, and can ask for anyone's help.

Because of the mercenary's prestige, people from any faction are likely to become friends with them. No one will try to attack a mercenary first - if a contract is made, even the stranger will become a comrade who can be trusted with his back.

But now, everything is ruined.

The current mercenaries have lost their glory.

After tasting the sweetness, they finally realized that they could have asked for more money for the same task.

Their chain mail was filled with jewels and gold and silver coins, and they looked at others as if they were wondering how much they could get in exchange.

Three days is enough time for them to buy a piece of land and live a comfortable and moisturized old man's life. Their children can eat meat whenever they want, and they can live comfortably without being exposed to the elements.

What's more, all of what they did was allowed by the gods – they didn't attack anyone. All they do is turn a blind eye, and no one can say that they are unjust.

It's hard to be trusted, but it's easy to destroy it.

From the warm welcome of the people, to the angry scolding, to the flight of fear, it took less than a day.

They have become war dogs that anyone can kill as long as they have money.

But bizarrely, the prestige of the God of Contract, who had plundered the wealth of the entire Temple of Tyre with lightning speed, had instead grown at an unimaginable rate. Gradually, people joined their ranks, thieves and killers joined the ranks of mercenaries.

And Ra didn't know what kind of nerves he had, or he decided to go black to the end, and he no longer wanted to maintain his reputation. Instead, they performed miracles and turned all of these people into priests.

Realizing that something was not quite right, the priest of Tyre did not hesitate to express his loyalty to the Bansar authorities, hoping to get their protection.

But their pleas went unanswered, and the Queen's silence and the immobility of the troops everywhere gradually chilled their hearts.

After the first bishop angrily went to the city guard to theorize, and was completely enraged and fought by the rather casual attitude of the military, there was one more unit involved in the raid. While theoretically it was "the behavior of individuals in some of the local garrisons that were not calm enough and were prejudiced against Tyre", no one tried to express their dissatisfaction with the matter in the face of the opinions of the three gods and a nation.

The wall fell and everyone pushed it.

After all, Tyre is too rich and too united. They were rich to the point that Queen Bibansa was rich, and they were united to the point that everyone had to watch out for them.

The Ash Men from the outside in, the military from the inside out, each of them is taking advantage of the precious opportunity of Tyre's loss of power to rob them of the wealth they have accumulated over the millennium, and is ready to completely suck them to death with a stick, never to give Tyr a chance to turn the tables again.

Therefore, they are extremely ruthless. If it weren't for Sivir's early withdrawal, even if there was one more Sivir who could use divine arts, he wouldn't have lasted long under the hostility of the three gods and a queen.

Finally, on the third day of the massacre, the eighth day of the Ring, the frenzied war dogs reached Frankfurt.

When they looked at this holy city, the light in their eyes was no longer longing and looking up, nor was it solemn and solemn. Their only thought was, how much money can be shelled out of the city?

That's right, they plundered some money. But that's just the small head.

It was the private savings of some priest or bishop of the local temple, at most the savings of several generations.

Frankfurt is different.

This holy city, the city of miracles, the city of the millennium, is the oldest city that has existed since the birth of Tyre and has survived to this day.

- For thousands of years, all the wealth that Tyre had amassed was in it.

It is said that it was a huge fortune enough to buy two bansa.

Not only were the mercenaries squatting outside the city with green eyes like wild dogs that had seen bones, but even some of the regular soldiers had taken off their unit insignia and were waiting outside the city in full gear - they didn't even take off their standard equipment. Just stand outside in the open.

48,000 in all. They directly drained the entire holy city with water.

No one doubts that the Holy City will ever exist after today.

Before the final war began, it was over. (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's plot is relatively compact, so I won't divide the volume...... It's two in one