In the central part of Millrock City, near the Imperial City, there is a magnificent and majestic building, a magnificent palace, exquisite pavilions, a bell tower that reaches into the sky, and a fresh and elegant garden square. There is also a lingering sound of chants echoing in it, adding a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

All the residents of Millrock City who passed by here looked at the building with a light of reverence and even faith in their eyes. They took off their hats and bowed slightly to the guards standing at the door in solemn respect.

This place is the center of faith of the entire Miro Empire and the headquarters of the God of War Cult.

The gorgeous and magnificent palace is ten meters high, the length and width are more than 100 meters, the carved beams and painted buildings, luxurious and luxurious. On top of the central altar is a gilded statue of the god of war. In the temple, all the high-ranking clergy of the God of War Cult were gathered, led by Pope Deranka, and everyone knelt on the ground reverently. At the edge of the temple stood two choirs, playing instruments and chanting in unison the hymn of the god of war's exploits.

The flame that was not extinguished on the altar jumped and danced, reflecting on the faces of all the clergy, and at the climax of the chant, the Pope straightened up, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and whispered a prayer in front of the burning flame:

"Lord Almighty God of War, your humble servant calls to you reverently. In order to spread your glory throughout the entire plane, for the prosperity of our human race, the emperor of the human world is about to send troops to the east, and I pray to you to bless my human race with victory and success in the first battle!"

Dick, who was far away in the hell plane, suddenly felt a vast and pure power of faith poured into the sea of his soul, and under careful induction, he could feel that the other end of the power of faith was a group of devout believers gathered together. After becoming a god, Dick was even able to feel his surroundings and see what those believers were looking for through the spirit of the dedicated. Hear what the believers heard. The words of the Pope's prayer also reached Dick's mind word for word.

Dick smiled knowingly. The miracle was immediately displayed in the headquarters of the Divine Cult on the Kari Modan Continent, and the holy flame that was soaring and jumping on the altar tumbled for a while, suddenly soaring several feet high, almost licking to the top of the gorgeous hall, the flames rolled, turning into the image of a middle-aged man holding a sword, his resolute face was sharp and angular, and a pair of slightly sunken eyes were particularly attentive, and there was a sense of majesty between Gu Pan. It was none other than Tlansius, the god of war.

"Ah, a miracle! This is a miracle! Great god of war. Are you finally willing to listen to your followers?" Old Pope Deranka was so excited that his whole body trembled slightly, and a pair of old eyes were full of tears. He was short, and bowed down with five bodies on the ground.

The other clergy in the temple also shouted miracles, and they were so excited that many of them were so excited that they shed tears. The sound of the chants stopped, for the members of the choir were all amazed at the miracle before them and forgot their duties.

Zuihou, all the people knelt down in unison, and bowed to the god of war in the holy fire: "See the great god of war!" everyone shouted in unison.

"O my faithful servants. You may arise. Transius in the fire spoke, but everyone in the temple refused to stand up, still kneeling on the ground, much to Dick's frustration.

"O people who believe in me. I have heard your prayers, and have come in response to your requests, and have spoken to me what you desire. Believers who are devout in me will be redeemed by me. The figure of the god of war in the flames jumped as the flames rolled. He opened his mouth, and his majestic voice echoed throughout the temple.

"I obey your orders. Great God of War!" Pope Derranka raised himself from the ground and said respectfully, "Lord Tlancius, here's the thing, for the prosperity of the human race, in order to spread your glory all over Shijie, the emperor of the mortal world, the Miro Empire's Mitre the Great wants to organize a fleet to lead troops to the east to conquer the Siren, and now everything is in place, but in order to increase the chances of victory, Mita Bixia wants to borrow the God of War Legion and the sacrificial group of the God Cult, and hopes to get your blessing." ”

The god of war in the flames was silent for a moment, although it was only for a few seconds, but for the Pope of Derranka who spoke directly to the god, it was as long as centuries, and the sweat on the head of the Pope of Derranka oozed out.

To the relief of the old Pope, the great God of War finally spoke again: "Agree to the request of the Emperor Mitte, borrow the arms of his God Cult, and I will also send a miracle to encourage the army during the decisive battle." ”

Once again, the old Pope trembled with excitement: "Thank you for your grace, great god of war! Your power is endless, your liliang is endless, and your pious servant is willing to do everything to praise your glory." ”

"Thank you for your grace!" all the clergy shouted in unison.

The god of war was silent, and Pope Deranka waited for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and look at the altar, only to see that the holy fire had returned to normal, and was still burning silently as before.

"Congratulations to the God of War! The old Pope and all the clergy are all on the ground. It took a long time before he straightened up.

"Your Excellency, we have witnessed a miracle with our own eyes! One of the bishops said excitedly.

As a person who talked to God in person, Pope Deranka seemed relatively calm at this time, although his hands were still trembling, but he was still able to calmly say: "Prepare the car, I will go to the palace to report the good news of Emperor Bixia!"

The Sangan River is the largest river in the Karimodan continent, originating from the Keyi Mountains in the northwest of the Xiusi Empire, flowing through the thirty-two provinces of the Xiusi Empire, four provinces of the original Faun Empire, and twenty-seven provinces of the Miro Empire, and finally flowing into the sea in the east. Its tributary, the Sandra River, was artificially dug and became the moat of the city of Huvlast, the capital of the Empire of Hus.

A section of the Sangan River was located exactly three hundred miles south of the city of Myrrock, the capital of the Miro Empire. The kilometer-wide river was now obscured by a vast white sail, and the 300,000 Eastern Expeditionary Fleet of the Miro Empire was stationed here.

The main ships of the Miro Expedition fleet were three-masted galleons, 32 meters wide and 107 meters long, and 92 meters high with masts. The hull is made of haode wood and lacquered in light gold. The sails are snow-white, and the coat of arms of the Miró Empire is painted on them. The corners are clad in copper, and the tips are extremely sharp, shining in the sun. Each ship can carry hundreds of soldiers and sailors, and is equipped with thirteen magic crystal cannons. Consists of 12 secondary guns and 1 main gun.

The second is a single-sail speedboat, nine meters wide, thirty meters long, and twenty-five meters high, with a hull painted in deep black and pure white sails, which can carry more than fifteen sailors or warriors. The main role of this type of ship is to fight a small number of Krakens in close quarters. The hull is sturdy and indestructible, and the sailors and warriors are all proficient in water.

In addition, the Crusade Fleet was also equipped with five large warships, each one hundred and twenty-one meters wide, three hundred and forty meters long, and two hundred and two meters high, the hull was painted in dark blue, and the five giant sails were painted with the national emblem of Miró and the military emblem of the Imperial Eastern Legion, and the ramming horns were made of stainless steel, which was indestructible. Each main battleship has hundreds of small boats hidden inside, which are used for beach-grabbing landing battles. Each battleship can carry thousands of people, equipped with more than 100 secondary guns and 12 main guns. The role of this large warship was mainly for the command of the naval commander, as well as to carry out firepower strikes against large groups of krakens.

Mitte the Great and Pope Deranka both stopped on the north bank of the Sanggan River, and behind Mitte the Great there were attendants holding the Panlong canopy to shade the sun, surrounded by hundreds of civil and military officials, and close ministers.

Pope Deranka was dressed in gold, and he was also surrounded by umbrellas and shades, accompanied by a large number of priests, priests, and priests.

In front of the Pope, on one knee kneeling was a figure in armor, none other than Imperial Marshal Lupsas. Pope Deranka held a long sword with a sheath in his hand and said loudly: "In the name of heaven, the will of the gods, for the prosperity of the human race, in order to spread the glory of the great god of war throughout Shijie, I hereby bless you in the name of God." ”

"O general, remember the virtues of knighthood: valor, indomitable, strong, faithful, just, merciful, tolerant. Fight for the god of war, fight for bixia, fight for the human race, fight for truth and justice!"

"Don't succumb to mistakes, don't make hypocrisies, abide by your principles with the sword, guard your glory, and chase your ideals!"

"When you return victorious, your sword should still be bright and without a single blemish!"

"God will bless you. The glory of Miro is with you, and the god of war is with you!"

The Pope drew the sword in his hand, and the blade rested lightly on Marshal Lupsas's shoulder armor with a soft clang. Then Marshal Lupsas raised his hands and solemnly took the sword from the Pope.

The Marshal of the Empire stood up, bowed to the Pope, then turned abruptly and strode towards the riverbank, where a large warship had descended the gangway.

Marshal Lupsas walked up the battleship with steady steps, all the way to the bow, and the long sword in his hand swiped his forward finger, and the snowy blade dazzled the eyes in the sun. "Let's go!" he shouted.

The sailors pulled out their anchors, puffed up their sails, and the warriors returned to their places. The east wind was just right, blowing the sails and stretching for thousands of miles, and the fleet, which was difficult to see at a glance, began to set sail!

The military musicians on the shore blew the loud military horn and beat the drums of war to march for the army of the Eastern Expedition.

The scorching sun is like fire, reflecting the golden light of the river, and the boundless fleet of the sea is driving the golden light, facing the bright sun and marching forward in the wind and waves, and the majesty is simply like a heavenly soldier descending to earth. (To be continued......)