"This, this is what happened...... What?!" Cohen looked at all this in shock, and there was not even a single corpse on the battlefield that looked obvious signs of fierce fighting.

Only a few bloodstained equipment and aimlessly neighing horses remained in this dead land.

This is the camp of the Kingdom League, and the camp is silent at the moment. Everything in the Kingdom League camp shows the panic of the people when they leave.

Could it be that the Kingdom League has failed?

No, it can't be, they have a heroic powerhouse in charge. Because the Senate wanted to "share" a small amount of government affairs for the great Roman Emperor, the Venerable Emperor, Caligula, conscripted almost all of his powerful men into the city to deal with a potential rebellion.

Therefore, those who came to the north of the empire to delay the Kingdom Alliance's attack on the empire were a group of strong men who were usually well-trained, but lacked as a pillar. But it didn't matter, because Caligula didn't care about the lives of these ordinary Roman soldiers.

This also means that the Roman legions, which lack the strong as the decisive force, are simply no match for the menacing Kingdom Alliance under the leadership of a heroic-level powerhouse!

According to what he can see, Cohen has to admit that the Kingdom League is likely to fail......

"Brother, I didn't lie to you. Richard sighed faintly, and rode forward to the camp's main tent. Seeing this, Cohen could only follow and come to the middle of the camp that revealed a strange atmosphere.

Piercing the tent with a long sword, and with a light pick, the tent, which originally looked a little gloomy, suddenly lit up.

I saw that a young man who still exuded a strong coercion was supporting his body with his hands with a grim face, trying not to fall on the table.

In his hand, he also held a silver wine glass that had been vigorously pinched and deformed. Obviously, the potion sent by Richard did not make this hero-level powerhouse directly unconscious, but it also had a certain effect.

Judging from the one-man-high giant sword inserted in his back, he died after he lost a certain amount of mobility under the effect of the potion......

Under Cohen's incredulous gaze, Richard smiled as if he was mocking something: "Look, a hero-level powerhouse did not lose to his opponent on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people. Oh no, he died under his own weapons...... Third Protector of the Holy See, Inquisitor of Light, Immortal Blade, Heroic Strongman, Arthur Fernando Diaz ......"

"Is he the madman of the Holy See who claims to burn all heretics to death?" Cohen looked at Arthur Fernando Diaz, who had lost his breath, and was speechless for a moment.

"That's right...... In the profession of judge, once a certain symbol is preced by a certain symbol, then those who possess this profession will classify those who contradict their beliefs as heretics. Richard nodded, and at the same time wondered why Kane Cornland didn't drag Arthur Fernando Diaz to hell, but he was quickly relieved, perhaps because Arthur Fernando Diaz was far superior to Kane Quolan's strength at the moment, or Kane Quolan's respect for the strong...... Although this person died because of himself, he also died under the conspiracy, which is an undeniable fact.

"Well, Richard...... I see, you knew all of this from the beginning, didn't you? No, no, it couldn't ......" Cohen said these words first, and then shook his head violently, he couldn't believe that this childhood friend he had grown up with had such great power after disappearing with his sister for ten years and suddenly returning to the Holy Clan.

"Who knows, Cohen, sometimes you should go out with me......" Richard closed his eyes slightly, he remembered a cruel fragment in his memory, and after a long while, he looked at Cohen seriously and said, "You know, we saints are born with a talent for immunity to junior and intermediate magic...... There are a few ...... Crazy alchemists, peeling off the skins of our kindred and sewing them into anti-magic cloaks...... I have seen my compatriots die tragically before my eyes. Everything about the Holy Race is mysterious to them, and those madmen can give everything to study us...... The nobles of several small countries in the eastern part of the Kingdom Alliance, their circles are obsessed with the sick habits of Holy Race women. In their words, they longed for the soft beauty of the Holy Race women, but ...... I don't say it, you know it. ”

Cohen's face was expressionless, he forced himself to take a deep breath, and said with a little old-fashioned on his face: "...... Even so, we should follow the ...... of the Council of Elders"

"Council of Elders!" Richard unceremoniously interrupted Cohen's words, his voice full of anger echoed through the empty camp, "Those greedy bastards never think about the life or death of the low-level saints, do you know Cohen?! I have repeatedly admonished the Council of Elders in the name of my family, but I have either been refuted and slandered against the Alliance, or ignored! Oh my God! What age is it! The people of this continent have long forgotten the allies who shed their blood and sacrificed for their freedom in ancient times! Why do you think I'm agreeing to let you go out with me this time? Is it for Will? I want you to see! Look at the current state of our compatriots on this continent!"

"Enough!" Cohen growled in a low voice, unwilling to believe that what Richard said was true, as a Holy nobleman, he had been living under the protection of the Council of Elders. Having embraced the idea of absolute loyalty to the Council of Elders since he was a child, he would never allow anyone to smear the Council in any way in front of him, not even Richard!

“...... You know I'm telling the truth......" Richard suddenly felt a little excited, didn't he even believe his own words? The Council of Elders is really terrible...... As soon as Richard stepped on the stirrups, the horses under him immediately understood, and turned around to gallop towards the road from which he came.

After rushing out a few steps, Richard pulled the reins in his hand, causing the horse to stop. He looked back at Cohen, who was still lost in place, sighed again, and said, "My brother, no matter what, I will be the new consul of this province, and I will free the Holy Clan from the control of the Council of Elders. If you're willing to join me, then come with me, and if you don't, it's okay, you can leave with your people, but Katosh...... I'm going to have some use for that idiot to keep him. ”

"Keep him and let our compatriots, the dissatisfaction with the Council of Elders grows day by day, right?" Cohen suddenly raised his head, rode his horse to Richard's side, and looked at him with a blank face: "The new Archon of Ivey, let me see how capable you are!"