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Chapter 12 commemorates the flames of the sky, and the chaos is endless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the blink of an eye, the war between the two major blocs of the Alliance and the Entente had been going on for more than three months. In the initial series of battles, the two sides won and lost each other, so the battle line was correspondingly staggered, constantly stretching and extending.

Now war is the only topic in the entire continent of the Terran nations.

The long southern frontier of the Dro Empire became the main front of the Great War. The terrain here is complex, and it is also a place of accessibility. In addition, it has been a thoroughfare for trade and transportation for decades, so it is a very prosperous and rich land with a large population and many towns. Naturally, it has now become a place where the two major groups are fighting for land.

Now it's completely different here. The commanders of the two groups attached great importance to the vast expanse of the army, and both sides invested heavily in the army, cautiously and carefully testing each other's intentions, while doing their best to fortify the towns and even villages they already had and turn them into fortresses that could be defended. In a matter of months, the bustling and fertile southern towns have been transformed into heavily garrisoned, impregnable military fortresses.

On this thousand-mile front, every battle for villages and towns, and every change of hands for fortresses, will cost the lives of hundreds of warriors. The intentions of the Radiant Alliance are very obvious, they intend to drag the main force of the Holy Pact in the dull and brutal positional warfare, like a meat grinder, slowly grinding the vitality of the Holy Entente. After all, the cavalry of the Asrofik Empire is famous all over the world, and even if the Duchy of Bavaria has an elite knight order, it still does not have the confidence to solve the opponent in a large-scale cavalry decisive battle.

The infantry of the Dro Empire was also very famous. Although Emperor Dro was old and mediocre, this did not prevent the empire from producing one or two capable generals. And the two major armies of the Asrofik Empire, Tidal and Poseidon, are also no strangers to positional warfare. Therefore, on the main front, the two blocs are inseparable. Over time, there were more and more fortifications on the front, and they became stronger and stronger.

Since the battle situation in the main direction of wrestling is deadlocked, the eyes of both sides naturally extend to both sides of the battle line. Most of them are small countries sandwiched between two blocs. In their attitude towards these small countries, there is no difference between the Divine Radiance Alliance and the Holy Entente. In just a few months, all the countries on the mainland, with the exception of a very small number of countries that are really remote and a few islands overseas, have been forcibly divided into camps and tied to the chariots of the two blocs.

War is everywhere.

A tangible battle front can stop the footsteps of ordinary warriors, but it can't stop the elusive powerhouses. These powerful men can sneak into the enemy's strongholds, destroy, or assassinate. With the right timing, they can even do what an army can't do. It's just that the two major war groups are now full of strong people, and even if they are strong people in the Holy Domain, it is very dangerous to go deep into the enemy's territory.

In the context of the war, the three major industries of thieves guilds, killer groups and mercenaries began to become popular, but although these organizations of the dark world are powerful, they obviously cannot be compared with the two major war groups. As a result, in an existential crisis, many organizations have had to join one of the two camps.

In the midst of the chaos, there are also maverick organizations. The organizations of these dark worlds are all powerful beings with tentacles in every corner of the continent. There is nothing to be done about such an organization, even the Holy Entente and the Holy Radiance Alliance. After the start of the war for three months, there were only five or six Dark World organizations that could maintain their reading power across the entire continent. Among these organizations, the Night Dancers firmly occupy the position of the king of the dark world, while the nascent Shadow relies on ferocious methods to swallow up many small guilds and killer groups, and the scale is rapidly expanding, faintly challenging the dark throne of the Night Dancer.

Anyone with great strength loves troubled times, and they like war even more. Because in times of war, in the name of victory, many things can be done that cannot be done at all in peacetime. But there are those who don't like this war, and that is the magician.

Because the power controlled by the magicians is too terrifying, the two groups strictly monitor the magicians under their control, and arrest them immediately if they find them. All magicians, even just an apprentice magician, must make a choice between joining the war or waiting to die in prison. With glory, power, and beauty on one side, hunger and black prison on the other, almost any sane magician knows what to choose.

In this war, there is also a special group of victims, and that is the congregants of the Church of Light.

Since the beginning of the Great War, Pope Rogge of the Holy Church has fully demonstrated his iron-fisted and ruthless side. Supported by the powerful force of the Church, Rogge pushed religious persecution to a new height. In a short period of time, the Holy Church built hundreds of churches and temples of all sizes under the control of the Holy Entente. The main function of these churches, in addition to recruiting local believers, is to persecute the original believers of the Church of Light and force them to convert. Therefore, in each of the major dioceses, a separate Inquisition was set up to interrogate confirmed or suspected members of the Church of Light.

The Holy Church is growing so fast. A probationary pastor three months ago could now preside over a chapel, and he even had the right to organize a small army to defend the church and fight against the infidels.

And a regular clergyman three months ago could serve in a medium-sized city. The mid-level priesthood in those churches has also become scarce. At least now there are hundreds of parishes, large and small, within the scope of the Holy Entente, which is more than the total number of mid-level clergy!

Nowadays, it is common for a young clergyman to come to the new district with a retinue of three or five people, occupy a large house at will, hang the emblem of the Holy Church at the door, and place the statue of the goddess, which has been crudely made in a hurry, in the hall, and a district church can be opened.

With such rapid expansion, the faculty members on the presiding side are bound to be mixed. But the gallows that stood high above Osinia made them afraid to mess too much, let alone do anything about their faith.

Pope Rog spends half of his time hiding in the Great Temple of the Icewind in Osinia, and the other half of his time touring the dioceses. In every parish, there will be a must-have program, and that is the trial. Most of the people hung on the gallows were unconverted members of the Church of Light, but occasionally there were instances of derelict members of the Holy Church wandering around the gallows.

Under Rogge's instigation, all the countries of the Holy Entente have declared the Church of Light illegal, and all believers of the Church of Light must change their faith within a limited time, otherwise they will be subject to a series of tax and military service punishments.

Rogge still seems to have felt that the raging fire of religious persecution was not burning strong enough, so he added a lot of dry wood to it.

"There is no need for mercy for those who are enemies of God, who have stolen the world that originally belonged to the followers of the goddess. Their greed knows no bounds, and they deserve punishment! Everything they hold in their hands belongs to you, devout disciples of the great Odrech. At a public religious service, Rogge said to the tens of thousands of congregants who had gathered.

His speech was quickly misinterpreted, consciously or unconsciously, and the mad and ulterior motives of the Holy Church began a frenzied persecution of the believers of the Church of Light. At the same time, the aristocratic bureaucracy of various countries also took the opportunity to purge their political opponents. For a time, in the vast land of the Holy Entente, as long as they are designated as believers in the Church of Light, then the whole family will have to worry about their lives. Therefore, even if it is just to keep their families safe, these civilians who live at the lowest level have to desperately prove their faith and prove that they are not believers in the Church of Light, or have turned to the goddess.

Every morning, Rogge dedicates half an hour to reviewing reports from all over the country on the expansion of believers and the congregational believers of the Church of Light who have applied for hanging.

The number of gallows needed became more and more, and finally one day, even Robeskey, who was in charge of sorting out these reports, couldn't stand it anymore, and cautiously suggested to Rogge: "Lord Rogge, are we killing too many people? In the current war, if the anger of the people is aroused, it will not be good for the future war situation!"

Rogge put down the report in his hand and asked, "What do you think is the real reason for this great war?

Robesy quickly went through all the reasons for the war. Of all the reasons for the Civil War, the struggle for royal power, and religious antagonism, only the last one seems to be the least valid.

Rogge looked at Robeskey, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and smiled: "This war has involved almost all the countries of the Terrans. If it were only for the sake of territory and population, even the greatest careerist would not be crazy to such an extent. The real impetus for this war is a war between two different faiths. Faith is a wonderful thing, and a religious person with a devout faith can ignore all the difficulties and dangers of the world. They cannot be bought, and they will never give in. What better way to deal with them than to kill them?"

"But forcing the believers to convert doesn't seem to have much meaning in the war. Lord Rog, the ...... of the church everywhere now The backlash from the hard-line approach has been huge. Robesy said.

Rogge pondered for a moment and said, "Those guys who are still maintaining the Church of Light, we will kill one of them." It's better to kill the wrong than to let it go. But there's some truth to what you're saying...... Well, you go and tell Mora to watch and pick out some of the most corrupt people in the church and kill them, so that the rest of the people should know to restrain a little. ”

"Yes, Lord Rogge. Robesy exited the study with the papers he had reviewed. He didn't understand why he had to exterminate the believers of the Church of Light, and even risked provoking a popular uprising, which was not a trivial matter in times of war, once those small marginal countries defected.

Robsky left worried.

"What art!"

In the royal city of Lille, Catherine admired as she flipped through a thick report in her hand. The elegant smile and heartfelt joy also gilded her perfect face with a faint glow.

In front of her unusually large desk, Franco was sitting upright in her chair. He wore a dark black gown with gold filigree ornamentation, and a little lace was just right, adding elegance without being vulgar. He was meticulous in everything from his expression to his clothes, and without saying a word, he quietly waited for Catherine's orders.

At this time, Franco was already in his thirties, and there were some signs of age on the corners of his forehead and eyes. His face was still handsome, and the smile on his face had remained unchanged for many years, but perhaps because of the excessive blood on his hands, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes, only coldness and indifference.

It only took a few minutes for Catherine to read through dozens of pages of the report. She pushed the report forward and said to Franco, "You can come and see it too." Your friend from the past, Rog, is now a big shot. His frightening skill in sowing chaos, stirring up popular hatred and antagonism, and persecuting dissidents is so frightening that even if I sat in his place, it would not have been possible for the Holy Church to expand more quickly. And he was always able to keep the hatred and discontent of the people on the verge of an outburst, so that the situation would not get out of control. By the way, I've heard that his magic is also good, and he seems to have the level of a great magister. It's a bonus!"

Franco took the report, read it very quickly, put it back again, and replied respectfully: "He is indeed very powerful, I am ashamed of myself." ”

Catherine picked up another report and flipped through it as she flipped through it, "You're doing a good job too." In some ways, you're no worse than Rogge. He was able to have today, in fact, luck accounted for a large factor. If you can sit in his current position, you will definitely be able to do something about it. ”

Franco was indifferent to Catherine's compliment, but said, "I'm just a loyal dog in front of your seat now, and I have no interest in a higher position." ”

"Loyal dogs?" Catherine smiled and said, "Even if it is a loyal dog, when the master's strength is not enough to suppress it, it may bite its owner back." But don't worry, since your master is me, you will never encounter such an opportunity that is enough to destroy your entire family. ”

"Thank you for your kindness. Franco stood up and bowed.

Catherine's attention returned to the report in her hand, waved her hand to Franco, and said, "You go back and prepare, and we will go to the front tomorrow to visit the soldiers who have worked hard." ”

Franco had some doubts in his mind. Catherine had no time to spare, and as a grand prosecutor, he had to sleep late at night every day, and he had already been numbed by the exertion. At this moment when the war was in full swing, both of them were busy and exhausted.

What are you doing at the front at such a time?

However, he knew that Catherine had always been inscrutable and that every step must be useful, so he did not ask too much, silently withdrew from the room, and went back to prepare on his own.

Thousands of miles away, a hundred heavily armed knights were escorting several carriages speeding under the moonlight. In the carriage, Rogge was resting with his eyes closed, while Floya was curled up on his lap, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly a horn sounded outside the car, and then the entire convoy stopped. The delicate face of the Bauhinia Butterfly appeared at the car window and said in a low voice, "Lord Rogge, there is an ambush ahead." ”

Rogge didn't open his eyes, and said lightly: "Kill the light." ”

"Yes!" Bauhinia Butterfly led the order, and issued a series of orders, half of the hundred Ice Temple warriors dismounted, replaced with light shields and heavy axes, and the other half loaded their heavy crossbows with steel arrows. Several mages stepped out of the carriage behind them and climbed onto the roof. In an instant, these knights were ready for battle, and the speed and order of their movements were breathtaking.

As if sensing something, Rog's eyes widened, and he gently placed Floya on the thick cushion and stood up.

Floya was sleepy-eyed and said in a daze: "Dead fatty, where are you going? Is someone going to attack us again? I don't feel any powerful guys, just let them kill them." After the staccato babbling, she fell back to sleep.

Rog turned around and carefully straightened and covered Floya's brocade quilt, then picked up a large magic scroll in the carriage and stepped out of the carriage.

"Lord Rogge, ...... you" Seeing Rogge get out of the carriage, the Bauhinia butterfly was slightly stunned.

"There's a guy in the ambush who has good strength, so I'm here to help you. Attack with all your might, fight quickly, and don't waste time on the road. Rogge gave instructions succinctly.

The main road here is surrounded by a flat river, and on both sides of the road is a meadow more than a meter high. Those who dare to ambush in this kind of terrain are thieves or killers who are good at concealment. Seeing that Rogge's convoy stopped and put on a battle-ready stand, these ambushers immediately knew that their whereabouts had been discovered, so they shouted one after another, and dozens of killers outflanked the convoy under the cover of long grass and night.

The battle was short and intense.

The thieves and killers who served the Radiant Alliance apparently had no idea of the origin of the convoy. They were numerous, and they were so skilled that they had a good reason to storm a convoy of a hundred knights. It's a pity that what they encountered was not an ordinary knight, but a hundred high-level Ice Temple warriors. The thieves and killers' meager defenses were so fragile and vulnerable to the might of the Ice Temple warriors, and the close-range crossbow shot was not something they could dodge. They were armed with either long or short swords or daggers, and their thin and sharp blades were almost useless in front of the heavy armor shields of the Ice Temple warriors. Moreover, the individual force and melee cooperation of the Ice Temple warriors far exceeded the expectations of these killers, so as soon as the battle began, the sneak attackers suffered heavy losses.

At the height of the battle, Rogge unfolded the magic scroll in his hand. At this moment, a faint figure suddenly jumped up in the deep grass on the side of the road, and rushed towards Rogge silently at an extremely fast speed, and the murderous aura that instantly increased even made several high-level Ice Hall warriors change color, and subconsciously took a step back, thus giving this killer a path to Rogge's side!

The sudden change did not alarm Rog in the slightest, he still looked at the scroll with a calm face, and his mouth seemed to be chanting the activated incantation.

The dark blue dagger in the killer's hand let out a soft groan, as if excited about the blood he was about to drink.

The magic scroll in Rogge's hand also trembled slightly, and suddenly opened a small opening towards the end of the killer, and a short featherless arrow as thin as a sharp needle flew out like lightning, instantly submerged into the killer's chest, and flew out of her back, without slowing down at all, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

With a thud, the killer fell heavily at Rog's feet, her hands and feet twitching involuntarily.

The wounds caused by the short arrows were severe, but not fatal. However, the huge poison on the arrow has disintegrated all the vitality of the killer in an instant.

She struggled to prop herself up, and her head was tilted, just in time for Rogge's gaze. By this time, her face scarf had fallen off, and her beautiful face shimmered an eerie blue in the moonlight. It was a sign that the poison in the body had set in.

Rogge's arrow just now had no warning, and the timing and angle of the shot were exactly right, and she couldn't even dodge and block it. From the timing of this arrow alone, it can be known that Rog's desire to kill her is just a gesture. What's more, how could she have imagined that such a mechanism would be hidden in a magic scroll that would normally be destroyed after one use?

"You...... It's amazing. But...... Why do you still use this method, refusing to ...... Kill me with real skills?" said the killer with difficulty.

"To save trouble. ”

Rogge threw down this sentence and stepped into the carriage. The convoy resumed its journey and sped away toward Osinia.

The killer kept looking up, her breathing had long since stopped, her eyes still open and blue from the poison in her body. She was accompanied by the fragmented bodies of dozens of companions.

There are many bandit and killer organizations like her, who are hired by one side to operate in the territory of the other, waiting for opportunities to sneak up and destroy. These organizations tend to act in groups, with one group attacking and one responding. It's just that the poison used on Rog's short arrow is from Floya's hand, and the cruelty is far from being comparable to ordinary poisons. If the dead killer's companion wanted to bury their corpses, they would have been poisoned as soon as they came into contact with her corpse.

In the early morning, Osinia finally appeared in the morning light.

Rogge's carriage drove directly to the main entrance of the Great Temple of the Icewind before stopping. Rog stepped out of the carriage and strode into the temple. Along the way, believers and clergy continued to salute him, and Rog looked holy, only nodded slightly in return, and walked into the back of the Grand Temple, surrounded by the warriors of the Ice Temple.

He scurried around the back of the hall before entering the room that belonged to Mei. Mei was lying on the bed, sweating on her normally cold face, frowning in pain. She forced a smile at the sight of Rogge entering, followed by another groan of pain.

"Mei, how do you feel?" Rogge asked softly, taking her hand.

"It should ...... It's almost ...... birth," Mei gasped, and suddenly let out another groan of pain.

When the maid next to her saw it, she stepped forward and said, "Noble Pope, Miss Mei is about to give birth, please avoid it first." ”

Rogge nodded, walked out of the room, and waited outside.

The fat man was supposed to have to tour several dioceses in the south before returning to Osinia, but at this moment, there was a sudden news that Mei was about to give birth, which surprised Rogge. Because according to common sense, Mei is only five months pregnant at the moment, and it will be at least three more months before the normal delivery period. However, when I think of the rare vitality of the little guy in Mei's belly, it seems that it is normal to be born early.

Anyway, Rogge immediately ordered the convoy to turn around and went straight back to Osinia.

Rogge didn't have to wait long before he heard a baby's cry coming from the room. His heart, which had become cold as ice, couldn't help but stir slightly, it was the instinctive love for his own flesh and blood. The fat man gently pushed open the door and walked into the room.

The maid handed over a baby to Rogge and said with a smile, "Dear Lord Rogge, congratulations, you have a beautiful daughter. ”

"Daughter?" Rogdon was stunned. He obviously sensed that the child in Mei's belly was a boy, why did he suddenly become a daughter when he was born?

He looked at the baby carefully, yes, it was a girl, and the blood flowing through the girl was indeed his.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into absolute darkness, and the dark world was empty except for Rogge and the little daughter in his arms.

It's just that at this moment, the baby girl in Rogge's arms has become a very beautiful little girl at some point. She was staring at Rogge, a slight sneer on her lips.

Looking at the beautiful little girl in his arms, Rogge's hands trembled slightly.

Because the little girl's eyes were as clear and green as emeralds!

"Lord Rogge, Lord Rogge!" a call pulled Rogge back to reality.

The surroundings lit up again, and the little girl was gone, and Rogge was holding a newborn baby girl in his arms. She was beautiful and lovely, and instead of crying, she smiled sweetly at Rogge.

Her eyes were crystal blue, and only occasionally, there would be a flash of vivid green.

(To be continued)