Almost at the same time that Tang Jie and Grand Duke Poly were fighting in the middle of the night, in the distant Falco Empire, a mysterious fleet was slowly approaching a remote and uninhabited bay by the darkness of the night.

This is an unnamed bay on the eastern coast of the Falco Empire, and it is also an ordinary bay on the long coastal defense line of the Falco Empire, more than a thousand miles away from the Falco Empire.

There is only one village near the bay that still has a bonfire, and the only sound of the waves and the occasional barking of dogs in the fishing village is on the seashore.

After the fleet slowly docked near the bay, the ships lowered the landing boards, and from the landing boards stepped down a row of black figures.

Although these people had tried to keep the sound of their movements as low as possible and slowed their steps, the roar of their heavy armor still drowned out the sound of the waves.

When the inhabitants of the fishing village heard this, they couldn't help but get up from their beds, light the oil lamps in their homes, and look out through the dim light of the oil lamps.

"What's going on, old thing?" asked a yellow-faced woman, half-propped up, the sheet dropping, revealing her half-stretched breasts.

An old sailor in his fifties squinted his eyes for a while, but did not see the reason, he turned back to his woman and whispered: "Sleep your sleep, maybe the trade winds are coming." ”

The yellow-faced woman lay down and muttered in her mouth: "Trade winds? How can there be trade winds at this time? You are still a sailor." ”

The old sailor himself felt that it could not be explained, and only muttered: "But if it is not for the trade winds, why are the waves so loud?"

He thought for a moment, put on a garment, and said, "You lie down at home, I'll go out and have a look." ”

The woman scolded in the house: "You old thing, if you can't do it, just say it, don't make this excuse, it will hurt the old lady to not go up or down." ”

The old sailor was not polite, turned his head and scolded as he walked away: "You are about to squeeze me dry, stinky woman, hurry up and go to sleep!"

The woman scolded for a while, her voice gradually became quieter, and she obviously fell asleep unwillingly.

The old sailor walked towards the sea, and the more he walked, the more he found a dark shadow in the distance, like a row of huge black castles docked on the seashore, and countless black ghosts gathered on the beach.

The old sailor was a little frightened, and he wanted to turn away, but the astonishing courage he had developed over the years of sailing at sea made him go on.

He blew out the oil lamp, came to the beach, and then under the cover of the reef, he looked at it and was immediately shocked.

Tens of thousands of warriors in silver armor gathered on the black side of the beach, wearing white cloaks, and the red cross on the white cloak stood out in the moonlight.

By this time, almost all the warriors on the ships had landed, and the horses were guided down from the deck.

The old sailor slammed his fist into his mouth, and sat down on the ground, trembling in horror in his heart: "Enemy attack? What are the knights of the Cult of Light doing in Falco?"

He subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but suddenly hit a person's leg.

"Which god do you believe in?" An old man in a red robe, a red melon skin hat on his head, and a gold-rimmed scripture in his hand bent down slightly, looking at him with kind eyes.

The old sailor's mouth was wide open, unable to speak, but he looked at the cardinal, and then at the two knights behind him, armed to the teeth.

Seeing that he did not speak, the cardinal asked again, "Which god do you believe in?"

The old sailor's mind was already shocked at this time, and he subconsciously said an answer that was deeply rooted in his heart: "Sea, the sea god Tira......"

The kind eyes on the cardinal's face disappeared in an instant, and he straightened up, and there was an indescribable coldness in his faint voice: "Heretic!"

The old sailor's hair stood on end in an instant, and he finally came back to his senses, realizing that he had said something that would cause a catastrophe, and he hurriedly shouted: "I believe in the supreme ......"

But it was too late, and one of the cardinal's knights pierced him in the mouth with a sharp sword, piercing the back of the head.

The old sailor gurgled in his throat, and as the knight drew his sword, he fell limply to the ground.

No sooner had the knight wiped the blood from the old sailor's sword than he heard a heart-rending howl not far away.

A woman staggered over and cried bitterly over the corpse of the old sailor.

With a kind smile on his face, the cardinal bent down and asked, "Which god do you believe in?"

The woman looked up, tears streaming down her face, and responded to the cardinal in the most vicious and angry language.

The cardinal was cursed by the most vicious language in the world, but his face did not move at all, he still smiled slightly, and when the woman was tired of scolding, he asked again: "Which god do you believe in?"

The woman hissed and shouted: "I believe in the merciful and loving god of the sea, Tira, a cruel and ruthless believer of the supreme god like you, go to the abyss of hell! I am willing to offer my flesh and blood, my soul, and my mind to Tila in exchange for an immortal curse, and may Tira's curse be with you forever!"

The smile on the cardinal's face disappeared, he straightened up, and said lightly, "Heretic!"

With a "clang", the knight's sword pierced the woman's throat, as cold and precise as he had pierced the throat of an old sailor before.

"Mistress Cresu, we're all ashore. A high priest approached the cardinal and whispered.

Krisu looked at the corpses of the two infidels lying together at his feet, drew a cross on his chest, and whispered, "May the Most High God have mercy on your souls." ”

After finishing speaking, Krisu looked at the high priest and said, "First go to the surrounding villages and ask the local residents, take away those who believe in the supreme god, and kill the heretics who believe in his god!"

This sentence doomed the sad fate of this fishing village.

The menacing Crusader knights burst into the village like wolves, carried the inhabitants out of their beds like chickens, and shouted, "What god do you worship?"

Without exception, the inhabitants of this village, without knowing what was going on, all replied that they believed in Tira, the god of the sea.

Few fishermen and sailors dared to lie when it came to believing in the gods, so they were invariably executed by the Crusader knights on charges of heresy.

After the Crusaders slaughtered the entire village in a bloody massacre, Cresu ordered the bodies to be buried so as not to reveal their whereabouts, and then they began their journey south along the seashore.

And unloading the fleet of the Crusader knights of the Western Expedition, they lowered the battle flag of the Crusaders and continued to drive north, actively attacking the various seaports of the Falco Empire along the way, but most of them were touch-and-go, never in love.

This strategic move attracted the attention of the Falco Empire's military, and troops from all over the country began to be drawn to the vicinity of the Falco Empire's northern coastal defense line to defend against the attacks of this fleet of unknown origin.

In this case, the Crusader Knights of more than 40,000 people marched westward, they continued to move south, and the magicians raised their guard on the periphery, as long as they found passers-by, they immediately rushed over to arrest and arrest them, and as long as they found a village, the troops immediately launched a raid and replenished on the spot.

The passers-by and local residents were invariably asked the question: "What god do you worship?"

Some of these people replied that they were the supreme gods and were left in the ranks by the Crusader knights of the western expedition as servants or slaves, while others answered that they were other gods and were immediately killed and buried on the spot.

Along the way, the crusaders of the western expedition continued to move south, and they had war horses, and they traveled two hundred miles a day, and only two or three days of effort came to the most important level of the Falco Empire, the level of the furnace of the gods.

All the way this army went, everything they found was coerced or killed by them, and no one reported it, so that when they came to the city, the soldiers of the furnace of the gods were still in the clouds, and they had no idea where this army of knights came from.

Only a well-informed person could recognize by the way these knights were dressed as they were from the far reaches of the Eastern Continent.

What's more, these soldiers defending the city didn't pay attention to the more than 40,000 knights at all.

In their opinion, the hundreds of thousands of troops combined by the Xila Empire and the Xigang Empire have not broken through this super fortress, so what can they do with the more than 40,000 knights in front of them?

Falcor's defenders laughed on the ramparts, making all sorts of humiliating gestures and gestures towards the crusaders.

But what they never expected was that there were three divine knights, seven cardinals, thirty-two archbishops, four hundred and thirteen high priests, and more than a thousand monks in this knight legion!

Such a lineup can easily defeat hundreds of thousands of armies without magicians!

It turned out that the general who guarded the Furnace of the Gods was the famous general of the empire, Thomas, but he later left his post without permission to find trouble with Tang Jie, which caused the Furnace of the Gods to be leaderless for a while, and now it is only temporarily led by his lieutenant general.

The retreat of the Xigang Empire and the olive branch handed over by the Emperor of the Xila Empire greatly confused the empress and generals of the Falco Empire, who agreed that it was impossible for the Xigang Empire and the Xila Empire to launch a large-scale attack in a short period of time.

Therefore, the furnace of the gods was distracted at this time, and most of the magicians began to return.

Therefore, when the Crusader knights began to storm the furnace of the gods, the hard and majestic city wall collapsed under the repeated attacks of the three divine knights and seven cardinals, and then the silver torrent of crusaders poured into the furnace of the gods through the gap.

After the joint attack of hundreds of thousands of troops of the two empires of Xila and Xigang, the furnace of the gods, which was not lost, collapsed under the attack of less than 50,000 crusader warriors.

Alterencia, the capital of the Falco Empire, is like a woman with no resistance to the world.