As soon as Hua Zheng spoke, Zhang Chen knew that he had overplayed this time.

Brainwashing is a good thing, and he can accomplish a lot of tasks that would be impossible under normal circumstances.

However, too much brainwashing has the potential to cause a destructive development.

Two people can complete a fraudulent sales pitch in an hour, and five people can complete an exceptionally perfect pyramid scheme in a month, so what will happen when there are as many as 200 people and a week of continuous brainwashing?

It is obvious that Hua Zheng at this time has exactly explained such consequences.

Even Kublai Khan's gaze subconsciously flashed with surprise.

For such a group of Mongols, such a thing as God can be described as dying with him.

But the god of the Mongols, which represents the immortal heaven of the sky, is really a firm belief rooted in the hearts of every Mongolian, even Zhang Chen does not dare to slander such a god casually, but at this time, Hua Zheng is so disrespectful!

"Haha!" Zhang Chen laughed, "The princess is really powerful, it's really ridiculous for this group of idiots to talk about that God and the Immortal Heaven together!" ”

Hua Zheng glanced at Zhang Chen suspiciously, but saw Zhang Chen directly snorting at her, which suddenly made Hua Zheng's head roar, and there was no thought at all.

Hearing Zhang Chen's explanation, a group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that the princess is mocking the poor god of the other party." Everyone thought to themselves.

Faith is rooted in the heart, and this cannot be changed by profit.

Zhang Chen didn't plan to change them. At this time, he opened his mouth just so that the Truth God Cult, which was still in its power, would not be too exposed and ostentatious, so that it would be disgusted by everyone.

"You hypocritical believers, say all day long that God created mankind and guided mankind to good, but why have you never thought about peace!" Zhang Chen glared coldly at the messenger and shouted.

The messenger was stunned when he heard this, "I...... I'm here. Isn't it for peace? ”

"Of course not!" Zhang Chen said categorically. "If you want peace, you should have all the kingdoms under your papal command submit to us, but you are here for this purpose!"

Of course, the messenger could not have come to surrender.

In fact, he came this time. A large part of it is planned. I wanted to come over and show the strength of Catholicism to this group of Mongols.

It's just that he can't think of anything. There are so many strange things in this big camp, which directly shattered his plan.

Zhang Chen didn't give him a chance to speak, so he let the messenger's head turn around. Then he said, "There are millions of Mongolian warriors, and the army is mighty, and it is absolutely impossible for you to be our opponent!" If you want peace, you don't want blood, you should surrender as much as you can, not stubbornly! ”

"But...... But ......"

Zhang Chen's words carried the power of internal force shock, and they hit down little by little, how could this messenger be able to fight?

Soon, the messenger was speechless, not because Zhang Chen said he was stupid, but because Zhang Chen's power was too heavy, his head couldn't be turned.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Butu and the others quickly saw the situation clearly, and they all laughed loudly one by one.

"Didn't your God tell you what you should do? See for yourselves how powerful our army is, do you really want to go so aggressively to your God? ”

A group of people were all battle-hardened veterans, and they were full of murderous energy, and they laughed together, and the momentum alone made the messenger breathless.

His face turned pale little by little, and in the end, he simply closed his eyes and fainted to the ground!

……

Syllable!

Gregaud smashed the golden wine glass in front of him to the ground, stood up, and let out an angry roar.

Since he became pope, this has been quite rare, especially in front of so many people!

"Damn the Mongols, I'm going to kill them all!" Gregao roared.

His face was a little pale, and there was more fear than anger in his expression.

It's a pretty obvious thing.

The Sixth Crusade had just ended, and the entire Holy Roman Empire was quite weak.

And even if it were after the attrition of the Crusades, a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs would be mixed, and the unimaginable imperial army with fragile combat effectiveness would definitely not be the enemy of the imposing Mongol army.

It can be said that this time in Gregaard's heart, there is almost no chance of winning!

"Mongolia is still far from the Holy Empire after all, we use this distance to drag them to death!" Holy Roman Emperor, Frederick II said with a grim face.

Although this person was expelled from the sect a few years ago, and he was a small enemy of Catholicism, at this time, he also invited Gregaard to come over at a great price and win him over.

After all, he is a god of war, and if this one is behind his back, he will never end well.

But the emperor's gaze was obviously a little short-sighted.

Gregor sighed, reached out to cover his forehead in severe pain, and waved his hand, and in a few moments an archbishop was already holding a parchment map and placing it in front of Frederick.

"His Majesty the Emperor." The archbishop sighed, "If it was in the past, we could have done this, but the actions of the Mongols this time are obviously not in line with the norm, perhaps, in the end, it is very likely that we will die!" ”

He pointed to the map, reaching out and sliding over a small area.

"In three months, there were less than three cities captured by the Mongols, which is not in line with the habits of this group of reckless men." The archbishop said.

Frederick frowned, and the vulture's face showed a look of confusion.

He did not dare to underestimate this group of Mongols.

But at this time. The actions of these Mongols really made him feel the urge to underestimate them.

Because, the speed of this group of people is really, too slow!

Focusing on plunder, and acquiring a small Jerusalem, His Majesty the Emperor, naturally would not have imagined that there is such a thing as such a step-by-step camp in this world.

He couldn't have imagined that after conquering a place, someone would not plunder with the most terrible speed, but instead use all his strength to help the other party resume production. And began to implement an efficient education model. At the same time, build a stable trade network.

Based on the long-term Mongolian army, the speed at this time is naturally not fast.

But it is clear that in another year and a half, this group of Mongols will inevitably use ten times the speed. Conquer all of Europe!

Attack the heart first. This. No matter how much Catholicism plays, how can it compete with the role of the great interest and the desire to survive?

Before Frederick could figure out what the Mongols were doing, another piece of bad news came.

A bishop walked into the temple. Anxiously said, "Pope, Your Majesty the Emperor, we have just discovered that there are pagans preaching before the church!" ”

Hearing this, Mo said that it was Gregaard, and even Frederick gasped.

Pagan missionaries are already looking for death, and they dare to preach before the church?

Immediately, a group of people rushed out quickly without hesitation, and soon saw the young man who was firmly held by a group of cathar knights, who was shouting loudly outside.

"Don't believe the Pope, the Pope is misleading you!"

"God brings us love and peace, but the Pope is encouraging us to continue to launch crusades! The Pope has deceived God, he has cut off everyone's connection with God, the Pope, is an apostate! ”

"God gave the Pope the scepter to pacify Zoroastrianism, but the Pope hid it because of his greed, and he is a sinner in the world!"

Gregaard's face changed drastically, and he clearly felt that the knights' gazes on him had become strange.

And the young man was still shouting, "The wealth of the world has already been handed over to everyone by God, as long as we can conquer the world with love, everything is ours!" It was the Pope who unleashed war after war for his own benefit, and it was he who swallowed everyone's wealth! ”

"Is this a heretic?" Frederick scoffed, "How do I think that His Majesty the Pope is a heretic in his mouth?" ”

Frederick's face was as dark as he was, and he shouted angrily at the cathar knight, "Kill him!" ”

Clang!

The Guardian Knight's sword was immediately drawn and was about to be slashed, when the young man said, "Don't use your sword!" The true messenger of God will not be burned to death by the holy fire, let me be burned at the stake! ”

That's a magical request.

However, there was a hint of sneer in Gregaard's eyes, "It turned out to be a madman!" ”

He waved his hand indifferently, "Send him to the stake, and I will light the flame with my own hands!" ”

Gregaud's teeth creaked, and his gaze was full of tyranny as he stared at the young man.

Soon, the stake was ready, and it didn't take long for countless Catholics to surround the square where the stake was executed, with deep doubts in their eyes, praying constantly, but they didn't know what they believed.

The young man looked calm, and he snorted coldly at the Pope, "Bah, apostate, do you dare to try the power of this flame with me?" ”

Glee held a torch in his hand, his face was cold, "Reflect on how you should speak under the holy fire, I hope you won't have your tongue cut out after you go to hell!" ”

With that, he dropped the torch, watched the flame burn, sneered for a while, turned his head in a dashing manner, and spread his arms towards everyone.

"You see ......," Gregaard said slowly, trying to regain his credibility with his words.

But at this moment, Qi Shushu's exclamation made his mind go blank.

Gregor slowly turned his head and looked at the young man on the stake, only to feel that the buzz in his brain was as if he had been hit hard, startled and speechless.

That young man was unharmed! (To be continued......)