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Twenty stone railguns, nearly 100 orbit changes and additions, so that his own psionic points have almost dried up.

And this number is close to one-tenth of the total number of Dawn Temples on the Big 6 - of course, those simple family temples built only by ordinary believers, and some small city temples that are not large, are not included. Moreover, although Edward did not specifically look for a certain type of big target, his positioning method has always been selected according to the high depth of the power in those buildings, as well as the ability of the internal personnel, so although the level of these twenty temples is not high, the losses generated may make the entire Dawn Temple on the Big 6 have a headache for a while.

But Edward had no interest in these results.

With each stone pillar dropped, he tensed all his nerves - Rose had warned him that the High Gods were powerful enough for them to monitor their larger temples with their will, and if the Psychic Warlock made a big enough fuss, they would immediately use their clones to see what was going on.

However, when Edward, who was manipulating the Spatial Gate, used his divine vision to make another circle around the twenty temples that had been reduced to ruins, it was revealed that these cities did not have any aura about Lansendel except that they were a little more chaotic than before...... Not even those Astral Apostles appeared, let alone the Blazing Celestial Divine Servant.

Is what Rose said just an exaggeration?

Maybe yes.

After all, at that time, the purpose of this spider queen should be to let herself deal with Guan Nade, as the storage of the god of lies, which is simply normal...... But can it be said that no matter how tossed in the human world? The Lord of Dawn can also sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and ignore a qiē?

It's not impossible.

If the power of a deity comes from faith, then a deity like Ransender can receive almost infinite faith, and what if he simply doesn't care about the loss of believers at this time?

Could it be that if you want to get his attention, you have to leave the main physical plane and give that god the most absolute advantage? to lead him to appear?

Edward couldn't help but shake his head - this is simply a matter of looking for death, with his current strength, if he leaves the main material plane, I am afraid that dozens of gods will immediately catch up and eat the big family.

It seems that the only way to do this is to continue to destroy it, hoping that the temple will be wiped out on the last day. It should be enough to lead to a revolution for the Lord of Dawn -

Wait a minute –

After a moment of silence, Edward suddenly patted his head. Dumbfounded.

This thing. If you think about it, your own thinking is too narrow.

He lives by himself, but ignores that God and man are not on the same level at all—for Ransendel, the destruction of several temples is not small, but it is not big - his base of believers is still there, even if all of them are destroyed. There are still most believers whose faith will not waver, and there are even a large number of people whose faith is not so strong, who will also feel happy when they see the sunrise every morning, and invisibly cause the divine power to gather towards him. So without completely ruining the reputation of this god, it is almost impossible to break his bones.

In addition, there is also a possibility that the method he adopted this time is too focused on long-range destruction, and this god of dawn may not even be able to feel the connection with himself, the carrier of Pandorian Ryan, for a while.

If it is inferred from the general situation, this is unlikely, the power of divine energy instills the magic web, and the perception of this world is sensitive and far imaginable, and now after obtaining divine vision, Edward has been able to grasp the power of it more and more.

Of course, the current situation is not ordinary, Pandorian Ryan's evil talisman hangs high in the sky, and the perception of the gods of mortal believers is all discounted, according to Miss Lisa, they may have to spend several times more time praying than before to get a response from Belle Lena - if the transmission method of the magic web is two-way, then it is not difficult to speculate that the gods' perception of this world has also dropped to a fraction of the original level.

If he were Ransendel, then he would not have been able to show up and see what was going on when he was provoked, and the gods were not intellectless animals, nor were they reckless men with no energy, and it was impossible for them to make a big fuss over trivial matters. In this way, the existence of all the power should be more or less the bearing of some kings - those who were chased out of the door with sticks after smashing the glass, only those small businesses on the street, and rich businessmen with a little money will only look for guards to reprimand them as soon as possible, and a king, if something goes wrong, of course, his subordinates will check it out and deal with it, and if they can't deal with it, they will report it and make a decision, how can this process be so simple?

And, even if he really noticed, would he impulsively condescend to come?

Obviously, that was impossible, he had already fought several battles with Pandorian Ryan, so naturally he should be very aware of the abilities that this ancient evil creature possessed, and he would never do such a thing as personally coming to the main material plane to send people to their heads. At the very least, you should be quiet on the surface, design a tight trap, and lure yourself into it step by step.

Or, this is also the same self-treatment, which may not necessarily conform to the ideas of a god, so it cannot be counted.

Challenging a god wouldn't have been such a trivial thing......

The psychic sorcerer sighed slightly, and between the writhing of his spirit, the scenery in the gap in the space changed again—but this time, it was no longer the city that was looking for the empire. Instead, he crossed the plains thousands of miles away and turned to the battlefield of Tumenis and the Empire.

Nor is it for the sake of going to war.

Regardless of whether this war ended or not, Edward had little interest in intervening in it, or rather, according to his thoughts, this war was the best so far - the territory of the Lin Lulan family was vast and sparsely populated, and most of the counties and provinces were almost a quarter of the size of Tuminis's territory, coupled with the role of a group of low-ranking nobles brought by Tongguò Edwards, Tumenes's results this time were already rich.

But the occupation of this kind of thing is not just about the arrival of large armies. The simple tasks that can be accomplished by planting a flag, the collection of booty, the appointment and dismissal of officials, and the pacification of the occupied territories are not necessarily easier than the decisive victory on the battlefield, and now that the autumn is drawing to a close, sending troops is no longer at all. It is safest to secure the defensive line and then distribute the spoils, recuperate for a few months, defend against the Empire's counteroffensive, and survive the spring ploughing season.

Therefore, there was no need for his troops to remain on the battlefield. It's just that for the sake of morale, when these people are brought back, they have to collect their families and the like.

However, the map in his mind flowed, and Edward appeared. There was no sign of things going his way—in the three days he had left the battlefield to deal with Guannard and Elistrud. Not only has the kingdom's army advanced and swallowed up all the territories of the imperial nobles who had surrendered. I had to advance another forty miles or so!

Although the distance in this world is relatively short, forty miles is less than twenty kilometers away, but with the territory of the group of imperial nobles that Edward originally wooed, Tumenis's army has advanced about one hundred and twenty miles again, and it has already directly arched the battle line under the nose of the Duke of Urdu!

"What the hell......"

Passing through the spatial door, his gaze swept over the messy camp—not a city. Rather, it was a camp built near the main road, and thousands of soldiers were preparing to pull out the camp in a haphazard manner, and few people even noticed that a mage had appeared among them out of thin air.

frowned. Edward walked to the Chinese tent.

Somewhat unexpectedly. As soon as they approached the tent, the guards standing on either side were already raising their hands and bowing down - for the guards in the army, this was already the highest level of etiquette, they were responsible for guarding duties, and they did not need to bow their heads when saluting, even when they saw a general of the rank of captain, they only had to raise their hands and chest.

"Ah, it's you?"

Prince Strand's head was raised and a pleasant smile smiled at his best friend, and he waved his hand lightly, signaling the guards on either side to stand down. And when the two left, His Royal Highness could no longer suppress the smile on his face:

"That steel chariot, you made it, right? What a good thing! Five or six miles away, just a few banging sounds, the city was turned into a sea of fire! No magic protection worked, thirteen fireballs, we didn't need to play, they took the city down! And ......"

"Oh, it's exciting, isn't it? You've hit thirteen, so bring it!" Edward didn't have anything to be angry at the guy who was dancing, and just replied lightly.

"Take what?" James was stunned, then instinctively took a step back - the other side held out his hand to him, the strange-looking smile on his face was familiar to him, and every time that smile appeared in Poplar Town, it meant that some hapless stupid cave bear needed to bleed heavily: "It also costs money?"

"I'll give you a cost price, six thousand five hundred gold coins. ”

"Six thousand...... Ahem, what are you kidding? You can buy seventy or eighty good war horses! Well, Edward, it is the duty of every lord to be loyal to the country, and you actually care about my expenses? Where is your loyalty to the country?" The young prince was stunned, and then coughed lightly and straightened his face: "Thinking that you are young and ignorant, I won't care about this kind of thing, and I should ...... it."

"It should be a fart!"

The surrounding voices were locked by psionic energy, and Edward's words did not need to be scrupulous, so he naturally scolded back as soon as possible: "A cannonball will consume a fireball technique plus the cost of a gem powder as a catalyst, and you hit me with thirteen cannonballs, and I count you fifteen hundred gold coins to be not loyal enough?" I don't care if you ask for the run-in cost of the chariot!"

"It's too expensive...... Speaking of which, how about something that can replace a carriage? I heard your mage say that it doesn't seem too expensive?" Shaking his head incredulously, Stran continued to ask.

"That's pretty much the same, you need a core magic circle, and one is indispensable for fifty or sixty thousand gold coins, this is still a batch of rare gems I got in an ancient city in an adventure a while ago, plus a little help from my teacher, I finally made up two sets, and now they are all pulled out and used. And I can't guarantee when something will go wrong. ”

Of course, in fact, these are just words, the unit price of a fireball cannonball is less than two hundred, and the core circle of the steam engine is even cheaper, but Edward has no intention of introducing such a thing as a steam engine into this world so quickly, whether it is a steam tank, or a car, or the world of magic and swords. Castles and knights are the mainstream of romance, and if the multi-willow steamed steel is paved with the knight's racecourse, it is really a beautiful thing.

Or, at least, the process of replacement in this era, should be in his own hands.

Prince Strain sighed. He didn't ask any more questions, but the expression on his face was obviously half-convinced—after all, he wasn't the original royal highness of the prince. Get along with the person in front of you for at least ten years. He was already very familiar with the other party's way of acting, and of course this simple lie could not hide it from him, but he also knew that his partner had his own insistence on certain things, if he did not want to. So even if he tries his best to force him to comply, in the end, he will inevitably ask him to return the capital.

"What's the matter, you still want to go on the offensive?" paused, and Edward didn't bother with him on this issue.

"Not that I want to. Prince Strain sighed. Helplessly, he spread his hands: "I also want to stop and consolidate, especially after listening to those imperial captives talk about the hellish Imperial Elector Legion." To tell you the truth, who can not be afraid of the undead and the Flame Legion? If they come and summon dozens of them, no, summon a few bones or something, maybe they want to be targeted, and they seem to be able to teleport, don't you say that if they run into me, won't they die?"

His Royal Highness shook his head, took a bottle of wine from the small table next to him, pulled the cork, and took a few large sips from his mouth very rudely. Then sighed:

"But it can't be helped, this is Rudolph's suggestion, he said that although the logistics are not smooth, it is also true for the imperial side. After all, the Empire's ability to mobilize logistics is not comparable to ours, so we should try to maximize the results of this stop before they start to fight back. “

"Stupid. ”

"This big victory has captured a batch of weapons, horses and food hoarded by the Lin Lulan family, and it is indeed enough for us to attack for a period of time, and in addition, the few small nobles of the empire you persuaded to surrender Although the fief is not large, this country"

"What about the soldiers?"

A great war, the soldiers are by no means without attrition. Although in the war of this plane, there is almost no concept of a wounded soldier - as long as people still have a breath, a qualified priest can guide the divine arts, completely repair their bodies, and even if the ability is insufficient, at least stop the bleeding and build muscles, and prevent the further deterioration of the injury, if a priest does his best, he can at least treat dozens or hundreds of injuries every day. But those who are dead have little chance of survival.

"The loss is more than a tenth, but it has been slightly replenished in recent days, and in addition, the prisoners of the Imperials can indeed be used,"

These arguments were actually very far-fetched to support the attack, and it was clear that they were just an excuse for that Thomas to cover up his purpose.

So, how many souls does he really need to support his plans?

The so-called 30,000 is not necessarily a reliable number. But the greater the magnificence, the more it proves that his purpose is extraordinary...... It doesn't seem to be a title that the gods like to use, so is it something like a demon?

Of course, defeat is not the same as encirclement, in fact, there are very few so-called annihilation wars in this world, which can make the opponent lose more than two percent in battle, it is already an unprecedented victory, and because of the so-called ransom system, once there are too many setbacks, most of the knights will choose to lead the crowd to surrender,

The previous victory may have come too quickly, so that most of the Imperial peasants surrendered as prisoners before they even had time to escape.

However, the peasants and soldiers are not real combat power at all, and they can be used as an auxiliary when the battle advantage is obvious, and if they enter the defeat, they must be the leader of the retreat. Therefore, after the battle, these peasants are usually chosen to be released back into the territory.

By the way, I can ask that old Braehawk guy to come up with a couple of cities for you if you need them.

"Do you have a way to move him?"

"Hmph, where is the need for me to talk about it? This old thing sent me a message a few days ago, saying that he was sick and delayed supporting the front line, and now he wants to make up for it, hoping to be brave and loyal to the country...... or something" Prince Strand smiled coldly: "As you said, no profit can not be early! Seeing that even Blackwood's old fool was cheapened, this old bastard naturally reacted, and he said that he could add another 20,000 troops as a supplement, which is one of the reasons why Rudolph insisted on attacking. ”

"From the country to here, to say the least, there are fifteen or six hundred miles, even if you use a good horse, take the main road, day and night, it is indispensable to run for a few days, plus the mobility of the infantry, it is indispensable to twenty days, and when he comes, the next battle is almost over, and when the time comes, as a new force, he will not pick this peach as he wants, and eat it as he wants?"