The shattered Iliad Kingdom ushered in another bloody storm, under the frenzied slaughter of the Ninth Division, in just one week, all Mosesian towns and dozens of villages along the imperial supply line were completely wiped off the map. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the general purge of the church and the army, the Iliad kingdom was finally "transformed" into a new Illuminatian state, and the newly converted Illuminati welcomed and encouraged to join the ranks of the holy war in order to show their piety.

Whether out of fear or excitement, these new jihadists were particularly strained in purging and disciplining the infidels, even though the people under the knife had been their neighbors or friends not so long ago.

Bishop Caron was very appreciative of the actions of these Mujahideen, not only fully affirming their devotion and valor, but also personally conferring knighthood on those who performed well.

Mance was stuffed in his own command post, in constant fear. He hadn't slept a single peaceful sleep for several days in a row, and at night he dreamed that Marven was going to mentally erase himself, or that his body was under his control and stabbed Bishop Caron to death with a sword.

In order to shirk his responsibilities as much as possible, Mance had to leave his subordinates to carry out the task on their own, but Bishop Cuarón was not dissatisfied, but was happy to see it, and simply became the interim commander-in-chief, and in the words of the Mujahideen, the army religiously spread the doctrine of the Lord under the command of the Bishop.

"Heh! Anyway, I didn't order the person to be killed now, and even if the master asks in the future, it will be easy to explain. Mance continued to comfort himself in his heart, although he was worried to death at first, but after a few days, Marven's side did not react, and his courage unconsciously fattened.

"Come, little beauty, take off that dress quickly! Let me be happy, uncle!" His Excellency the Commander approached a Moses girl with bound feet in the tent naked, and her dry and rough hands like eagle claws kept rubbing.

"Don't! Don't come! God will punish you! Help......" The girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, white and beautiful, and her appearance was lovable, and at this moment she was desperately crying out for help, a pair of tender little hands to protect her breasts, and her big clear eyes were full of crystal tears.

"True God, hehe, little girl, here, Lao Tzu, I am the true God!" Seeing the pitiful appearance of the Moses girl, Mance was even more horny, so he took off his pants directly and threw himself on the girl's delicate body.

"It's useless to scream at your throat, I warn you, little girl! If you're not honest, I'll give you to those perverted preachers, and you should have heard how those fanatical fellows treat you female infidels!

The girl let out a low breath and gasped, and finally had to close her eyes, as if she had accepted her fate, and no longer resisted.

After three o'clock in the morning, Mance got up from the bed satisfied, and in the past few days he had taken in many Moses girls in his army, which was also regarded as the welfare of the holy war, and the church turned a blind eye. And for these poor girls, it was better to be a camp prostitute than to be crucified to death by the Mujahideen, and in the hopeless situation of escape, over time they began to regard Mance as a benefactor who saved their lives, and even many girls took the initiative to cater to them, which made the officer, who was not so young at once, regain the feeling of youth.

Mance was to be overjoyed these days, humming a little song from time to time, walking through the blood-stained streets, oblivious to the tragedy before him, and returning to the camp to continue to feast on the girl's carcass in peace.

He didn't kill the people, and these girls were all voluntary, even if Marven investigated it, he had a full reason to explain it. What's more, due to the influence of the soul contract, he can more or less sense the surging ambition in Marven's heart. Intuitively, he felt that he was only afraid that he would be of great use to his master, after all, he was now in control of the entire Ninth Division, and it was unlikely that his master would easily give up his important pawn.

After figuring out this joint, Mance was even more unscrupulous, drinking and having fun all day and prostituting all night......

The day of the papal inspection was not long in coming.

On a Friday afternoon, with the sound of a long, solemn bell, two columns of Templars dressed in Mithril armor marched neatly through the gates of Crete. The crowds on both sides of the street whispered and waited in anticipation-------- and after several brutal religious purges, the inhabitants of Crete were almost exclusively Illuminists.

A moment later, there was a lot of noise, and a huge open-top six-seater carriage appeared in everyone's sight, surrounded by a large group of nuns.

"Praise the Lord!"

"God the Father is great!"

"Long live His Majesty the Pope!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzied cheer, and on top of the luxurious open-top carriage, an old man with white hair but strong spirit was waving to the boiling crowd, and the crown studded with magic crystals and the cross on his chest showed his identity-------- the current Pope of Light, Duben XIII!

In addition to expressing his determination to fight the plague, the Pope also demonstrated to the Mosesians------- the royal capital of the Mosesians, who had been completely bathed in the Lord's blessings, and the inhabitants who once believed in the Moses religion had become the most devout believers in the God of Light.

"O inhabitants of Crete, I know that you are in the midst of a calamity, that the threat of death haunts you at all times, and that the devil and the infidels are taking advantage of this opportunity to use all means to shake the faith of all people in the Father......"

"Kill the infidels!

"Execute the heretics! Stop the cataclysm!

Before the Pope could finish speaking, there was already a crowd of anger all around, and people kept waving their fists loudly and shouting slogans of holy war.

The Pope raised his hands slightly, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent, he cleared his throat and continued: "I believe that you are wise, you have followed the guidance of the Lord, forsaken the false gods, and religiously converted to the bosom of God the Father, the Lord is merciful, as long as you continue to adhere to the pious faith and follow His teachings, the Lord Almighty will forgive you all your sins......"

"Followers of God the Father!" the Pope raised the cross on his chest high, his voice loud and calm, "do not be intimidated by the calamities and difficulties before you, the all-powerful Lord will be with you! As the Father's spokesman on earth, I will go to the holy city to humbly listen to the teachings of the Lord and bring the Gospel of the Lord to the Iliad! As long as you pray earnestly every day and heroically defeat the infidels and apostates, the great Father will spread His grace to every corner of this place, and the calamities will disappear and the darkness will be dispelled! Those who believe in the Lord will receive the ultimate salvation of their souls......"

"God the Father is great!" the fanatical onlookers took out their crosses one after another, kissing them frantically as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and their mouths continued to let out hysterical cries.

Looking at the lively scene around him, Mance shook his head and sneered, as the royal capital of a Mosesian country, the inhabitants of Crete City had a much stronger belief in the Lord God of Moses than in other regions, and after several religious purges, this historic city was almost catastrophically destroyed, and its population was less than a tenth of its original. In order to show this grand welcome, Bishop Cuarón had to move in a large number of fanatical mujahideen on the borders of the Empire, but despite his promises, the number was still far from enough, and as a last resort, Mance simply transferred a large number of soldiers of the 9th Division to pretend to be civilians.

His Holiness the Pope's visit to the Iliad was successfully completed with the full preparation of the Church and the military, and all kinds of positive news were brought to a conclusion, such as the devotion of the inhabitants of Crete to the Father. The Iliad Kingdom's single-minded fight against the plague spread throughout the continent like a whirlwind, and the court painters specially sent by the imperial capital used the most superb techniques to vividly display the scene of His Majesty's speech on the streets of Crete City on the canvas, and the major newspapers of the empire reported the news of the pope's visit to the Iliad one after another, and soon, the impetuous and restless people in the rear of the empire gradually settled down.

After His Majesty's inspection, Mance could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, as he had expected, Marvin did not contact him for several weeks, which allowed him to live a free life at last.

"Marven, I really wish you were out there and never come back!" His Excellency the Commander took a deep breath of free air, and cursed his master viciously in his heart.

"Hell, how do I feel like someone is scolding me?" Marven, who was fighting fiercely in mid-air, suddenly lost his spirit, and the sword in his hand unconsciously deviated a little.

"You're losing again!" In an instant, a figure as fast as a ghost took advantage of the momentum to storm up, and the golden tip of the sword went straight to Marven's throat.

"Marven, your invincible slash speed is still half a beat slower, and you didn't succeed in locking my direction at the last moment, and your sword is not precise and powerful enough!" After landing, Isabella, who was wearing a golden helmet, stood with her sword in her arms and unceremoniously pointed out the problem of Marven's tricks.

"Thank you for your guidance, Head Isabella, and I will definitely improve these issues before you come back next time!" Marven respectfully accepted the criticism. Although his strength has improved rapidly, compared to Isabella, his perception of martial arts is still as shallow as that of a beginner. After she used all her strength, Marven was still far from her opponent.

"Your talent is not weak, and the martial soul has engraved all his memories of ancient martial arts into your mind with the 'Martial Brand', as long as you take the time, carefully digest and comprehend, your martial arts cultivation should be able to get a rapid improvement!" Isabella put away her sword and strode into the distance, "I hope that the next time we meet, you can fight me for thirty rounds!"

"I try to fight for it. Marven smiled and watched her leave, despite her busy schedule, Isabella still took a little time out of her weeks to train his martial arts, and she cared for and guided herself as much as she had been in Hipatia years ago.

"If it weren't for her mission to resist the demons, Hypatia would have been like her and would have continued to stay in the Marne Federation......" Looking at the familiar back, Marven couldn't help but think of his benefactor who was thousands of miles away.