In the altar of the leyline core of the Far Southern Empire.

Priestess Ryza came to the altar and took off her hood, and in front of her floated the core of the Far Southern Empire's leylines.

This leyline core is completely different from the leyline core of other countries, it is the core of the entire Far South Continent!

Priest Ryza could feel the power emanating from that core just by standing under the altar.

"Mother, are you sure you want to convert it into the power of dragon blood?"

Priest Ryza looked at a woman standing on the edge of the altar, with hair and pupils as scarlet as blood... She bears a slight resemblance to Priest Lyza between her eyebrows.

"Isn't that the power you crave? A whole new world? ”

The woman's scarlet eyes looked at Lysa, and the idioms of the Pure Church behind her.

"As you say." Priestess Lysa did not dare to make eye contact with her, exuding a strange coercion on her body.

This coercion came from the pressure of the pure-blooded dragon, the woman was not a pure-blooded dragon, but she had a pure position in the purest church, and even the Pope had to bow down to the king, whom she called the Mother of Dragons.

Lysa, a child born in the shelter of the Holy Dragon, was her child in front of this woman, and she must be called mother.

What made Lysa feel strange was that the Mother of Dragons had disappeared from the Purity Sect for eighteen years, and had only suddenly appeared in the Far South a month ago, and had completely controlled the situation in the Far South, making the Pure Church the real controller behind the Far South.

The Mother of Dragons walked up to the altar and stretched out her hand to touch the leyline crystal core suspended in the sky, which was three people high, but the moment she touched it, the powerful magic barrier directly bounced her hand away.

"Your resistance has only made the process longer." The Mother of Dragons looked up at the leyline core and whispered.

A faint shadow appeared on the surface of the leyline's core, like a cheetah ready to roar, and Priest Ryza could even hear a purr similar to that of a feline creature threatening its enemies.

The Mother of Dragons ignored the threat of the leyline's core, crimson magic enveloping the surface of the barrier, and this time Priest Ryza heard the cheetah's wail clearly.

The original blue leyline core began to rapidly begin to change to crimson, and this crimson color covered half of the leyline core all the way.

"Mother! What are you doing? "Priest Ryza didn't like the scarlet color very much, as it reminded her of creatures like Bloodcrystal.

"It's just a manifestation of the filth that it has been suppressing." The Mother of Dragons withdrew her hand and looked at the leyline core that was corroded by crimson, "You should know that the energy of the leyline core comes from... The soul pleasure and positive emotions that are placed on it do not mean that the leyline core will not absorb other emotions, hatred, hatred, greed... There is so much hatred and anger buried in the Far South, and I just channel it out. ”

"It's... Seems to be still resisting? "Priest Ryza didn't dare to accuse the Mother of Dragons for everything, the power of the bloodline determined that Rysha could not break away from the Mother of Dragons' control.

It's just that the leyline core isn't completely corroded by crimson.

"It will be a while before it is completely consumed by hatred and hatred, war...", the Mother of Dragons turned her gaze to everyone below and whispered, "This country needs more war." ”

"Mother, the Principality of Leslota has declared war on Xiu Enzhelai, and the flames of war will spread soon."

Another priest reported to the Mother of Dragons on the battle on the front line.

"It's still not enough! I need more fire! The Mother of Dragons' voice was like some kind of hypnosis, and Priest Ryza looked at the others beside her, all of them with strange expressions on their faces, and even Priest Ryza's head began to hurt.

The surrounding priests left one after another, and Priest Ryza saw that something was wrong, and quickly followed the other priests out of the altar.

………………

Seven days later, the border between the Duchy of Leslota and the Duchy of Xiuen Zhelai was along the steppe.

Count Lionheart has been leading the army for almost a week, and the Far Southern Empire values this war very much, and the army led by Count Lionheart is not only the soldiers in his own territory, but also the troops sent by the royal family of the Far Southern Empire.

An army of 50,000 people was led by Count Lionheart alone, and today Count Lionheart led an army of 50,000 to finally meet with the generals of the Duchy of Leslotta.

"Count Lionheart!" The general of Leslotta was very enthusiastic when he saw Count Lionheart coming.

"How's the battle going?"

Count Lionheart stepped down from the walking beast and glanced around at the barracks set up by Leslotta's army, where wounded soldiers could be seen slumped to the ground, too many wounded soldiers to keep the healers busy.

"It's terrible, the guys used a new weapon on the battlefield, like a crossbow, but it was much more powerful than a crossbow, and the most hateful thing was that their soldiers only aimed at the legs of our soldiers, not their heads."

The general pointed to the bandaged wound on his leg, and his voice sounded humiliated.

This method of only incapacitating the enemy on the battlefield without directly taking the enemy's life is indeed very ridiculous.

"How many of your men died?" Count Lionheart had never heard of such a way of dealing with the enemy, and no general in front of the battlefield dared to let down his guard, let alone give the stupid order to shoot only at the enemy's legs.

"Thirty-two, we organized a cavalry team of five thousand men to charge three times, but the result was that the charging line was crushed by that powerful weapon, and most of the thirty soldiers who died died of blood loss when they returned to the camp for treatment."

"I see."

After inquiring about the details of the battlefield, Count Lionheart remounted the Walker and planned to head to the area of engagement.

"Count Lionheart, don't you straighten things out first! A long trek of your soldiers might..."

"They're hungry." Count Lionheart glanced at the soldiers from the Far South behind him and said to the general, "That's why we need to go to the battlefield, and we will take over the rest of the battle, you just need to watch." ”

"Yes..."

The general of the Duchy of Leslota did not dare to have any will to disobey in front of the Earl of the Far South, and an army of 50,000 men should be able to capture the border fortress of Xiuenzhelai.

"Adjutant! Give me the flag. ”

Count Lionheart shouted to the lieutenant behind him, and the lieutenant handed Count Lionheart a large flag, which had not yet been lifted, so no one knew what the pattern on the flag was.

The general of the Duchy of Leslota guessed that it should be the military flag of the Far South, and he didn't dare to ask too much as he watched the army of Count Lionheart walk towards the battlefield.