Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Our target is the enemy's large base located at the salient of the front line."

Levins, who was specially sent by the Holy See to deliver the message, looked at the battle line map in front of him with an upbeat look.

After paying the casualties of 50,000 redemption troops, the Holy See's troops successfully pushed the existing front line forward 20 kilometers and confirmed that all the enemy's outposts had been destroyed or evacuated.

The outposts that originally belonged to the enemy on the battlefield map were marked with a destroyed cross, and the outposts that were originally marked on the map were neatly marked with an cross.

When the Holy See's troops arrived at the scene, there was only a camp that had been emptied.

There were no traces of those "human" outposts on the front line.

They were able to disperse their scouts and continue to explore forward, and then saw the front-line trade center located in the center of the entire front line.

The one standing on the ground plain, wrapped in the shadow cast by the sky island, was once a large mining station of the Ring Island Alliance, and is now a heavy-duty ship used to process the resources collected by the lords in the "war zone".

Resource distribution center built by Standard Mining.

The closer the resource distribution center is to the front line, the shorter the time it takes for the lords to travel back and forth...

Of course, Standard Mining will charge a part of the "renewal fee" in this process, about 20% of the transaction renewal fee.

If there is no front-line resource distribution center as a defense fulcrum, they need a long time to return to the various small markets organized by the lords themselves inside the defense zone to trade, and the time and resource loss is much higher than this 20% transaction renewal fee.

Fair and just.

"According to the investigation of the front-line redemption army and the hound nuns, this is their front-line center, and it can be directly observed that there are heavy floating ships here to transport resources to the entire front line."

Levins tapped the table.

"I believe that just besieging this fortress will be enough to force their fleet out... The three-month lifespan of this batch of holy troops is almost up, so just use them up and replace them with another batch. Let the Privy Council increase the number of the Penitent Army by another 500,000. It's a bit too fast to consume 50,000 in one month."

He looked down at the other Vatican officials sitting in the magnificent conference hall. The faces of these young people wearing exquisite church robes were full of excitement and a little fanaticism.

A month of successive victories allowed him to gradually remove Solta's command and replace him with his own.

As long as there is the support of the Privy Council, anyone can take this position...so why not replace them with their faction's people.

The command level changed again and again, from the conservative special commissioner Solta to the more radical Levins.

"The Privy Council is very satisfied with the technical equipment we got from the enemy, and believes that this weapon can effectively strengthen the management of the Holy See."

Victory, continuous victory, even the Privy Council is also promoting their victory in the God-given world.

The enemy fled at the sight of the wind, like chickens and dogs, and collapsed at the touch of a button.

This group of young people in the Holy See believed that they came here to make achievements, or... to pick peaches.

They only need to give orders to get merits that they never dared to think of before.

Just like the special envoys who once stepped into this world.

All they heard in their ears was the sound of victory. After reaping the dividends, the corrupt war machine of the Holy See began to turn, wanting to use more blood to water the tree called interests.

Solta, who has become a marginal figure, can only sit at the bottom and sweat.

The only difference was the vanguard officers wearing armbands sitting at the end. They looked at Levins who was speaking loudly and showed a look of disapproval.

"I think we should at least make a more detailed action plan first... We have professional auxiliary officers." Yves looked down and looked at the content of the meeting she remembered, wondering why she was doing so much...

"Miss Yves... Bishop Levins asked these..." A young priest stood up and glanced at the lords who were well disguised behind the vanguard: "Letting these undead step here is a great respect for you."

Not to mention letting them participate in the designated process of the plan, which is absolutely not allowed.

If they participate, they will take out an extra portion of the cake later.

"We are here to assist you." Susie said with a frown.

"Don't forget, you were 'invited' to come, to help us." The young priest emphasized the word "invited": "There is no seat for you here, but since you are the first group of pioneers to arrive in this world, we have reserved a seat for you."

"As for these undead...how do we know they are not spies on the other side..." The young priest became more and more serious, and Yves's face was not very good.

She was thinking, why not just rebel against this rubbish church.

She worked hard to prepare for the battle, make action plans, and communicate with the lords who surrendered to her

The worst thing about being caught in the middle is that you are not on either side.

"Wen Si, that's enough." Levins scolded the man who was holding him: "Miss Yves, I apologize to you for his speech..."

The red and white faces sang in unison, pretending to act against each other, and they were still angry.

The vanguard soldiers present didn't take into account that this was the meeting room of the Vatican's headquarters, and they had already drawn their white gloves and smashed them in the faces of the opponents.

Let's have a hearty fight.

Yves sneered.

In their view, there is more than one path to victory. Since there is more than one path...the important thing is who makes the right decision to win, and then rewards them for their merits.

At this time, they want to show their magnanimity by inviting the vanguards, and when they talk about assistance, they are worried that their credit will be taken away.

This is the case with Solta and Levins.

She thought of the three lords who came to send a message on behalf of the group of "enemies", and suddenly realized why they said it was just a notice...

The undead don't care about the vanguards, and the church doesn't care about the vanguards.

The main force of the church even asked them, the vanguards, to "remain neutral".

Even though they supported one of the five lines of defense, they relied on the undead lords to fight back and forth with the enemy.

They were abandoned here.

Whether it was the enemy or themselves, no one left a chair for them at the dining table.

"If you want to destroy them, you must first make them crazy." Susie muttered a word she had learned from somewhere.

It's okay to worry about it.

"Then I wish you all the best."

Ivy stood up, propped up her fingertips, and her white robe hung down.

She felt that her long hair was a hindrance, so she stretched out her hair and tied it up with a strip of cloth, but the depression in her chest became deeper.

"Oh, by the way, the Privy Council has already named 'them', doesn't Miss Ivy want to listen to it?" Levins stopped the paladin who was about to leave: "After all, your people also have such a group..."

"What?" Ivy asked.

"They are the calamity, they will take away all resources, the immortal calamity." Levins said: "Only after the curtain is lifted can we see the essence of their madness, the Church will eradicate this madness... They are just foreign objects with human shells, and they cannot inherit the name of human beings."

They are afraid, afraid of the unknown, afraid of things they cannot understand.

All the young priests present felt unprecedented glory, and the face of the lord following Ivy became extremely ugly.

"Please don't worry about whether we will win, Holy Knight Ivy, we will definitely win."

Levins pressed his chest and recited the scriptures in the Book of Light.

"The deeper the darkness, the stronger the light."