The destruction of the Hunter's divine power field meant that the greed and evil of the evil god had been completely shattered on this position, and almost at the moment when the divine power field was shattered, the gnolls who screamed and pounced on the Transans woke up from the frenzy and devotion driven by the gods.

The blood gleam in their eyes faded, and then they stared blankly at everything around them.

Even the strongest gnolls would subconsciously retreat when they saw the humans healed and inspired by the Holy Light smirk and waved their weapons at them, and the fear in their eyes could not be concealed when they looked up at the armed airship that was still dropping bombs in the sky.

During the Fourth Black Plague a hundred years ago, the army of the Lord of the Hunters bombarded the ground at high altitude by the solar ships of the Songhai people, which made the Jackals suffer from the fear of soaring in the sky and attracting the fire of the sky.

You can't expect the superstitious gnolls to tell the difference between an armed airship and a solar ship, both of which can bring destruction from the sky anyway.

In addition, the Grand Overseer has been beheaded by the Translancians, and the entire position has been scattered, and the cruel reality makes the awakened gnolls have the intention to kill the enemy and have no power to return to the sky, but compared to the oppression and fear in the body, the heavy blow in the heart is the more deadly defense breaking straight punch.

Former fanatics can still convince themselves that this time the Plague and all the destruction they have done are for the glory of the Lord of the Hunt, and that the gods were born to protect the Jackal civilization from becoming strong and dominate the world, and that their sacrifices are to bring a prosperous future to other peoples, and that the gods were born for the same purpose.

However, almost all the gnolls who survived the battlefield remembered everything that happened here.

In particular, the scenes of those who, after a frontal rout, are forced by the will of the gods of the Lord of the Hunt to launch a final attack on the Trancians that are meaningless except death, all of which proclaims a cruel truth to the surviving gnolls.

The gods they serve wholeheartedly, the gods they have to pay countless casualties to awaken, the gods they claim to protect their people from becoming powerful.

Don't care about them at all!

The Lord of the Hunt wants nothing but rivers of blood, the Lord of the Hunt wants nothing but destruction and death, and the Lord of the Hunt wants nothing more than to turn the world into his own savage hunting ground.

Such a thing, even if it is born, will it really shelter the gnolls into the future?

No, no, no.

Anyone with a little brain can guess that once the Lord of the Hunt is born, the first to perish is probably the jackals who worship him as gods, and he can indeed bring great power to the gnolls, but this individual strengthening is achieved at the expense of the collective future.

The more fanatical the gnolls were in the experience of being manipulated by the gods just now, the more clearly they could feel what kind of thing they were serving, and this terrible sense of disparity was enough to crush those fanatics from the spiritual level.

It's a lot worse than demoralization.

The gnolls on the battlefield began to rout spontaneously as soon as they came to their senses, so fast that the Transians could not chase them, and they fled into the swamp screaming, not even daring to look back at the fluttering blood flags.

But there were also some big-shouldered gnolls who had dropped their weapons and lay on the battlefield full of corpses, staring blankly at the re-brightening sky, their wills seemingly poached, their souls as if dead, and all that remained was the shell that no longer mattered.

Even angry soldiers rushing up and poking them to death won't make them react more, it's the real walking dead.

"It's a collapse of faith and no help."

A silver dwarf earth priest said to the Transian militia next to him, carrying a hand cannon of astonishing caliber:

"They finally realized that they had been praying for the future to a madman, who had given too much of the weight of their souls to the Lord of the Hunt, and that after recognizing reality, the souls died before the bodies."

"Whew, so that means these guys will die even if they are left alone, right?"

The rude militia asked curiously, and the Earth Priest shrugged his shoulders, shoved a bullet into the cannon, and pulled the trigger on the gnoll, shattering the other's blinded head with a thud.

He blew the smoke of the cannon and said with vengeful pleasure:

"Why don't you make up for it? It's also great to help them physically speed up the arrival of death, isn't it? We have a good reason to do this, and everyone on this battlefield has the same reason to hack every gnolloll to death. ”

"Well, that makes sense!"

The militia was easily persuaded, grabbed his halberd and stepped forward to send the few crumbling gnolls away one by one.

But while the slaughter was going on, General Flanders stopped the soldiers from venting their anger and exclaimed:

"Tie up these gnolls! Lord Murphy ordered them to be sent as captives to construction sites throughout Translasia to serve as a warning to the other invaders. ”

"But we should kill them, General!"

A sturdy mountain soldier shouted:

"It's a scourge to leave these gnolls behind, they have killed so many of our brothers! They're all damned! ”

"Well, you can kill them, and no one here is going to make a small report."

Flanders shrugged his shoulders and said:

"But you'll do the work of breaking ash and moving bricks on the Translancia site."

"Well, forget it."

The mountain people decisively put away their weapons, spat to the side, and scolded:

"I'm not going to talk about the death rate of prisoners of war on the Brotherhood of Masons site, maybe it's a good idea to exhaust these guys to death and let them use their own strength to build our homes to atone for their sins."

"That's right, Transia has a lot of waste to do, and you have to make the best use of it."

General Flanders nodded in satisfaction, picked up a rather delicate bone sword from the ground and prepared to take it back for collection, but when he bent over and got up, he felt dizzy, and some could not stand and finally fell to the ground.

This scared the militiamen.

They hurried forward to support the general, who was brave enough to go into battle with them, and who had been the leader in every battle, and called for a priest of Avalon to help him treat him, who concluded that General Flanders was only exhausted and sent to the rear to recuperate for a few days.

There are also many warriors who sit on the ground after seeing the gnolls collapse and run away.

They are really tired, and the strength overdraft brought by high morale makes them want to do nothing now, just lie where they are and sleep well, and some people lie down and can't get up again.

It's a battle that makes even the upper vampires feel exhausted, let alone the ordinary warriors.

Similar situations continue to occur on the battlefield, where first responders from field hospitals with militiamen are collecting the wounded, and the field hospitals behind the positions have prepared beds and enough prosthetics, as well as a group of apprentice doctors waiting to operate on them.

The Trouser Demon is probably the busiest player since the start of the war, and he has hardly taken a break since day one.

Just as the lord's position began to rest and recuperate, Murphy, Tracy, and Kudell immediately found Pinkie Pie, who had been brought back to the headquarters by Liwen, and they really wanted to figure out what had just happened.

Unfortunately, Becky won't be able to answer them at all.

She is also very tired, inheriting divine power is a rather extreme consumption for mortals, and looking at Liwen's previous weakness, you can know that this job is by no means casual.

Jin Taozi had already fallen asleep in Liwen's arms, so that everyone who came could only do some physical examinations on her.

However, Liwen's expression was not good-looking.

As a reserve god, she knew how heavy the burden would be for Becky to bear after that, so she looked at Murphy with less friendly eyes.

"Is it all in your plans? My lord, why don't you let the Gentiles receive such a revelation? ”

Liwen, who had awakened the Dragonborn bloodline in Ao's blessing and grown horns and tails, stared at Murphy and said:

"The faith of the Light was brought into the world by the Gentiles, and in terms of familiarity with the teachings and images of the faith, they should have been the carriers of the First Coming of the Light."

"You are really Miss Becky's best friend and protector, you know that foreigners have no entity at all, what do you use to inherit divine power?"

Murphy didn't answer, but Tracey, who was next to her, as his "mouth substitute", didn't play this kind of twisting and turning game with Liwen at all.

She said very directly:

"No one could have imagined that the Light would be able to respond so violently to the call of faith at this stage, you can't hold the pot on Murphy's head, and your good friend is the most suitable vehicle in that situation.

She often discusses doctrine with the group of players who like to play it, and while it seems to me to be more like listening to stories and telling stories, you're half a god's choice, and you should know very well that the face of a god is determined by the imagination shared by the original believers, so that the imagination that now makes up the original image of the Holy Light has a part of Becky's brain.

With the blonde knight's casualness, she probably played a lot of role in it.

What's more, I don't believe you can't see it, the players keep shouting that the Holy Light is great not because they really believe in the existence of the Holy Light, it's just a habit to play, and one of our group of foreign heroes is a non-believer who should be burned at the stake.

Even if they knew that there were gods in this world, even if a god appeared in front of their eyes and performed miracles, they would not believe in a certain god from the bottom of their hearts!

They always discuss God and faith from a rational point of view, and they try to analyze it and understand it rather than blindly worship a supernatural force.

Although they single-handedly shaped the teachings of the Light, the difference between them and us in this respect is even greater than the gap between the two worlds, and it is impossible for the Heroic Spirits of the Gentiles to be carriers of the divine power of faith in the first place

Not at least at this stage.

So it's not some conspiracy theory, and it's not a pre-mortem of Murphy's arrangement.

Becky is the only option! ”

"But I know you must have a plan for the Church of Light and Becky Peti."

Liwen stroked the long hair of Biqi in her arms, she reached out and touched the horn of her forehead again, and whispered:

"Look at the way I look now, this is what happens when mortals get too close to the gods! Even if they don't have any intention of harming us, even the kindness of the gods is so heavy for mortals.

Now, the simple and ignorant Biki has to bear such a burden. ”

"You're just like this because you didn't have the right way, you should become Ao Ao's priest from the moment he summons you, and ponder Ao's teachings more on weekdays to get used to the purifying power, instead of continuing to play knightly games with Becky."

Tracey pouted and said:

"I'll teach you later, I know that the Dragons of Callum can cover up their mutations in a special way, and I'll teach you to be a qualified 'Exotic Dragongirl' as much as possible, but you also have to understand that Becky Pie is facing a very different situation than you are in now.

You're too emotional at this point to understand what a great opportunity this is for Becky Pie.

The Light has only just been born.

It's a seed that can even be guided by Becky Pie in the future, and it's hard for an upright guy like you to understand what a terrible disaster such an opportunity could cause if it fell into the wrong hands

Philip's relationship with the Lord of the Hunt is the most vivid negative teaching material, and now, what Becky is going to do is what the King of Biting Bones did to the Lord of the Hunt a hundred years ago.

The best part is that with such a tragic example in front of her, even if Becky wants to take advantage of the opportunity to do something bad, she has to think about the consequences.

Alas, if I had not been a spurned vampire, I would have been baptized on the spot and turned to the Light. ”

"All right, ladies! Don't ruin our friendly relationship with each other by these non-argument-worthy topics. ”

Murphy stopped at this moment:

"It's been a tough battle, but there's still a lot to do, put these arguments to rest, the soldiers are waiting to rest, and the positions need to be re-armed, and we'll talk about this when Becky wakes up.

Tris, please report the victory of your liege's position to the other positions.

The defeat of more than 100,000 gnolls would be a real booster, enough to make the entire Maginot line stable again.

Kudel, I need you to go with me to patrol the battlefield, and those wounded soldiers also need condolences, and the little mummy's invocation ritual is overloaded for three days, these are all issues that need to be solved. ”

After they left, Liwen looked at Becky in her arms with a complicated gaze, she stroked Becky's bloodstained face, and whispered:

"For both humans and gnolls, that scene was the darkest hour, and they wanted to see that light. You've become the light, Becky, and you've become the hero you want to be in Translasia, and the whole continent will tell your story.

But at what cost?

You will not be free for the rest of your life. ”

"But isn't there still you? Liwen. ”

Becky whispered in a mosquito-like voice with her eyes closed:

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but you said you'd help me think if I had a problem, right, Liwen, you'll stay by my side and help me no matter what trouble I have, and I believe your wisdom is greater than the sword in my hand.

Ah, it's so tiring to be a hero, no wonder grandpa is reluctant to talk about the story of the Nantes Ranger now.

You'll always be there for me, right? Liwen. ”

"Well, here I am."

The Exotic Dragon Girl leaned down and kissed her best friend on the forehead, and she whispered:

"Rest, rest as a great hero, in the name of the victory that you just won back by your own hands, we can put those annoying things later."

Outside the door, Murphy, who had not gone far, looked at Kudel's clenched fist and said:

"I know what you want to ask, I even guessed what you want to say, but before you punch me, I want to ask you a question, Kudel, do you think the Transians and the Plantagenet Kingdom can coexist peacefully?"

"Impossible!"

The tribune suppressed his anger, he stared at Murphy, and said in a deep voice:

"As long as East Prus and Sachs remain in the hands of King Louis, there can be no peace between the two countries, and you have personally put my granddaughter on such a stage that she must make a difficult choice between the two countries and her own ambitions."

"Well, I'll admit it, I already wrote the script for Becky's future when you sent her to the Riptide Knights."

Murphy whispered:

"But I'm not such a cold-blooded lord, and I wouldn't bet the life of an innocent girl on such a war as a bargaining chip. I'm curious why, in the future you are planning for your granddaughter, she must choose a side to be a participant and promoter of the war, rather than the one who ends it on her own? ”

"Huh?"

Kudell blinked.

He waited for Murphy's explanation, and the Vampire Lord snorted, glancing at the golden banner that belonged to Pinkie Pie placed next to him, and said:

"King Louis himself abolished the old religion of Avalon, leaving the spiritual world of the Sealand people as barren as a wasteland. The people there are longing for the soothing of faith like a barren land longing for the washing of spring rains, and Becky will be the undisputed leader of those who are helpless in a stormy moment

Well, what a beautiful slogan for the Holy Maiden of Light to lead freedom!

Kudel, I know you've been worried that I'm going to use your granddaughter as a tool to achieve my goals, so I'm going to take the lead in this matter to you.

It's up to you to chart the way for Becky Becky, and as long as you make a decision, I won't interfere.

But you have to be clear, whether it's luck or fate at the moment.

It was the Light who chose her!

Whether you like it or not, your granddaughter will become a faith leader in the future that will shake the continent, and you will need to help her choose her path carefully.

As I said, it is not necessary to force her to join one side in the inevitable war, but to be the defender of peace and the mediator of war from the point of view of Becky and the Church of Light. ”

Murphy held out his hand to Kudel, saying:

"If you need help in this business, I'll be happy to contribute, you see I'm so open, so can I get away with this beating? Please understand, but I really don't want to appease my valiant warriors with a panda's eyes.

After all, I am a lord, and a perfect and outstanding personal image is the bottom line that I must maintain at all times, just as you must pay attention to your words and deeds if you are committed to protecting. Again, if you don't feel comfortable handing over your precious granddaughter to me, then you can be her 'agent'.

Look, what a perfect actor. ”

(End of chapter)