"On the orders of His Majesty Barit, your principality, immediately send people to deliver food to the front!"

A rough and unruly voice rang out around him, and a knight with a fleshy face looked at an old man in front of him and shouted loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Opposite him, the old man took the order with trembling arms, and after seeing the content clearly, he was suddenly shocked: "So many!"

He looked at the big man in front of him, and there was disbelief in his eyes: "Your Excellency, is it a mistake? Our principality has just sent troops to attack Yadisus for His Majesty Barit, and at this time, the army is still fighting in front, how can we take so much food and labor to send to Your Majesty?"

"Oh?"

Hearing him say this, the big man opposite narrowed his eyes with a sneer on his face: "So, you don't want to make friends?"

As he said this, a bit of evil qi gradually emerged, startling the old man opposite.

At the same time, a little fluctuation of fighting spirit flashed, and the next moment, the old man only felt that his whole body was sinking, and a sharp pain came from his body, and then the scenery around him changed, and his whole person hit the city wall behind him, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My lord!" Suddenly, the surrounding guards were shocked, looked at the big man with a sneer on the opposite side, and pulled out a sword directly.

However, the big man on the other side looked at this scene, but he just sneered, and then pulled out his sword.

"I am the logistics officer personally appointed by His Majesty Barrett, and if any of you dare to do it, just try it!"

He said so, and then he didn't care about swinging his sword and slashing down, and under the urging of the fighting spirit, he directly hacked one of the guards to death, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Stop!"

Seeing this scene, the old man endured the severe pain that kept coming from his body, and shouted: "Your Majesty's order, of course we obey!"

"We will definitely ship this grain on time!"

"These grains?" the big man sneered: "Who told you that it's just these?"

He turned to look ahead, gently withdrew the blood-stained sword, and said contemptuously behind him: "In addition to what the herald says, give me half more to my camp!"

Suddenly, the audience was shocked, and the old man angrily supported the seriously injured body, and the fighting spirit on his body was faint.

But the next moment, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Similar scenes are repeated all around the area. Under Barrett's orders, the small city-states that were originally subservient to Indeli fell into bad luck one after another, and under Barrett's forced requisition, they were constantly exploited.

And the greed of officials, large and small, has exacerbated this situation. So for a while, the major city-states and nobles that were originally subjugated were shaken. It's just that he was forced by Yingdeli's powerful prestige and didn't dare to resist at all.

・・・

On the other side, at night, the stars twinkled above the sky.

Artis ascended to the city wall, silently observing the large camp standing below.

Sure enough, after such a long period of conquest, although it has the support of the past, the momentum has declined. ”

He observed the large camp below and said silently.

As his words fell, under his perspective, there was a pillar of heaven standing between the two camps.

The wolf god roared wildly in front of him, his wolf eyes were ghostly, and he seemed to have purple intentions, although he was still very powerful, but there was a faint blood color on his body, faintly ominous and tired.

On the other side, an ancient tree floats quietly, and its branches dance lightly during the fluctuations of the scene, gathering strength little by little. On top of the ancient tree, there was also blood, but there was also a thick layer of light shrouded in it, firmly supporting him in the back, and the light of faith condensed into a new power little by little, dispelling the blood.

"Originally, if it was a normal battle between the two armies, it would have been supported for so long under such a ferocious offensive, even if it could still be supported, it would be on the border of collapse. ”

Artis muttered, with a deep glint in his eyes: "But in the face of a sacrifice with divine magic, this law does not work!"

"First of all, with the belief in the gods of nature as an introduction, the support of the army is far greater than that of ordinary armies, and it is impossible to collapse until the last moment. In other ways, there is also the magic of sacrifice. ”

"The same seriously injured person can only lie quietly in the other party, and according to the medical situation in this world, he can basically wait for death. However, under the divine art of sacrifice, it can be completely cured, and even the lightly injured can return to the battlefield in just a few days, so the view of one in and one out is a great contrast. ”

"Even though this is done, the cost of divine power is so great that it is almost impossible to make ends meet. But with the accumulation of the ontology and the continuous support of the divine power, there is no problem in holding up this battle. ”

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, with a coldness on his face: "Several months of rapid attack have consumed not only troops and morale, but also a large amount of source power in the Heavenly Mandate Personality, almost all of which have been swayed here. ”

"Even if it was originally the Son of Destiny of the Northern Regions, the previous accumulation was huge, but now, how much power is left?"

After all, even if he is a person and one of the candidates for the son of the world, the power he can squander is not infinite, and he cannot exceed a limit. Once you squander too much, you have to start all over again, and continue to accumulate slowly over time.

Artis looked intently, at a fragment of a star in the distant void.

The stars are magnificent, with a worldly artistic conception, shining with a certain brilliance. And in the midst of its fluctuations, a trace of source power continued to hang down, constantly merging into a heavenly pillar, blessing it.

However, despite this, as Artis saw with his fixed mind, most of the vast source power in the original Heavenly Pillar had been consumed, and almost only a thin layer of purple qi remained, which was still supporting.

Looking at this scene, Artis sneered: "Since you couldn't knock me down at the beginning, then the next thing is to eliminate the other." ”

As his mind moved, in the void, the ancient trees that had been quietly floating moved slightly, and a little ghostly light flowed quietly.

・・・

And on the northern wasteland not far from here, figures are galloping.

This army was small in number, about 5,000 men, but everyone had horses, which was almost unimaginable.

You know, in this world, livestock is precious, and horses are especially important. Even some nobles couldn't own one, let alone such a huge number.

It can be said that even if the horses of all the city-state armies in the original northern region were gathered together, it was almost more than this number, and you can imagine how extravagant it was.

Of course, if you include those who are privately owned by the nobles, then it is far more than that.

The army galloped through the wilderness, fluctuating with divine power, and rushed towards the city of Cecil.

At the head of the group was an old man, holding a scepter in his hand, wearing a colorful robe for the Pope, looking at the shadow of a tree in the distance, and the boundless depth in his eyes quietly crossed.