Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On November 12, 9760 of the Glorious Calendar, the 300,000-man army of the 15th Army arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Skalovi.

Under the afterglow, the ground shook and the sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the fields.

The battle formation, like a torrent of steel, slowly approached the capital of the Kingdom of Skalovi. The battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the soldiers were in full armor and ready to fight.

The sound of horns resounded through the wilderness, the light of swords and guns flashed, the drums of war were heavy and rapid, and the hills and forests were oppressed by the huge momentum.

On the city wall, Weilin stood side by side with the King of the Kingdom of Skalovi.

"Your Majesty Revakanmon, what do you think of the appearance of my army?" Weilin raised his right hand, pointed to the steel battle formation below, and asked proudly.

The old king turned his cloudy eyes, stared at the army below, and observed the strength of the soldiers in each phalanx. They were all professionals. What made him most unbelievable was that many soldiers had just embarked on the path of transcendence not long ago.

"Ambassador Weilin, your subordinates are far more elite than the Kingdom Army of Skarlovy."

Under the gaze of many nobles, Revakanmon gave a very pertinent evaluation.

"Your Majesty Revakanmon, do you know how many of my 300,000 troops are my direct troops?" Weilin said slowly with a smile on his face.

The nobles and generals present all pricked up their ears to not miss any important information.

"About three layers."

After a moment of silence, Revakanmon gave an estimated number.

"Hahahaha."

Hearing Weilin's laughter, Revakanmon's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Is it even lower than this ratio? How does he control such a large army?"

Whether it was Revakanmon, the guard Waot standing behind him, or the ministers and nobles of the palace not far away, they couldn't help but wonder how many direct troops this young ambassador used to control such a large vassal army.

In the puzzled look of the crowd, Kyle slowly answered: "Everyone, according to the military organization formulated by the expeditionary army, the 4th Legion and the 15th Army have a full strength of 21,000 people, plus 16,000 holy troops, a total of 36,000 people."

This sentence was like a thunder, making everyone lose the ability to think.

Controlling 260,000 people with 36,000 people, this is the result of the other side never losing.

The people who can come here to participate in the ceremony are either skilled military ministers and generals in the palace, or experienced feudal nobles. They all understand the horror of this ratio, which is equivalent to one expeditionary soldier controlling eight people.

From a glimpse of the leopard, it is bold to guess that if only a small army of the expeditionary army can control such a large number of vassal troops, the number of vassal troops controlled by the expeditionary army will be unimaginable.

"Ambassador Weilin, please tell the expeditionary commander East that the Kingdom of Skalovi will never do anything half-hearted."

"Today, the Kingdom of Skalovi is a country of faith for the Goddess of Life."

"Tomorrow, the Kingdom of Skalovi will also be a country of faith for the Goddess of Life."

"As long as the Sliven family rules the Kingdom of Skalovi, the Kingdom of Skalovi will be one of the most devout countries of faith for the Goddess of Life."

Staring at the old king's aged face, Weilin had to admire his ability to take advantage of the situation.

It not only showed his sincerity, but also suppressed the nobles present.

However, as long as it did not harm the interests of the expeditionary army, he was willing to borrow as much as he was willing to borrow.

After a martial arts performance, under the command of Hebrew, the 300,000 troops were divided into eight camps and set up camps in eight directions of the capital of the Kingdom of Skalovi, showing a trend of encirclement.

After the arrival of the army, the next step was to cleanse the Kingdom of Skalovi and plunder wealth.

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On December 27, 9760, the expeditionary force of the Northern Issi Kingdom accepted the Kingdom of Seville and the United Kingdom of Ash.

On January 23, 9761, the Veras United Empire fell completely. The Dreses family, which had ruled the entire empire for 8,000 years, was destroyed. More than 100,000 Veras people with Dreses blood in their bodies were killed, and their bodies blocked the Vindiaed River, the mother river of the Veras United Empire.

There are many different opinions on why the Harvest Church wanted to do such a big thing. The most mainstream one is that the last emperor of the Veras United Empire had blasphemous acts.

At noon on March 1, 9761, the Life Church and the Harvest Church signed the "Nangesiyasi Continent Agreement", also known as the "June 1 Agreement", in the capital of the Kingdom of Arland.

The agreement stipulates that the north belongs to the Church of Life and the south belongs to the Church of Harvest, with the Wuns Line as the boundary. This agreement will last for 1,500 years, leaving enough time for the entire Nangeshia West Continent to recuperate.

The God of Beasts fled to the astral realm, causing a terrifying shock inside the plane world. Various terrifying natural disasters emerged one after another, causing the world's population to drop by one-third.

Taking the current world node as the end point, within a span of 100,000 years, this turmoil is second only to the turmoil that the world itself burst out when the local magic civilization perished.

Living beings perish, souls gather, the Styx emerges, giving birth to the breath of death, strengthening the law of death, and vaguely replacing the law of beasts and becoming the underlying law of the world.

But with the intervention of the goddess of life, the power of the law of death was extracted, and the Metagea plane returned to its previous balance. The half-revived undead and dark creatures were killed in the bud.

In early May of the Glorious Year 9761, the Church of Harvest and the Church of Life simultaneously began their eastward expedition, one in the south and one in the north, marching towards the eastern continent of Nangeshia to spread their faith in the gods.

The Church of the God of Courage witnessed the actions of the two churches and had to give up the idea of ​​establishing a faith isolation zone. Instead, it attacked the nearest country, expanded the occupied area, and annexed more fertile land before the expeditionary forces of the Church of Life and the Church of Harvest.

In early July of the Glorious Calendar 9761, on the top of the Sliven Bell Tower, known as the tallest building in the capital of the Kingdom of Skalov, Weilin and King Revakanmon of the Kingdom of Skalov sat opposite each other and played chess.

Kyle, standing aside, looked at the chess game full of loopholes and had to sigh that it was not easy for his master to meet an opponent here.

As for the guard Waot standing behind Revakanmon, his heart was not much better. He really didn't expect that his majesty would meet an equal opponent in his life.

The two people who were playing chess stared at the chessboard and thought seriously.

"Your Majesty Revakanmon, it seems that we are tied again in this game!" Weilin put down the chess piece and spoke first.

Upon hearing this, Revakanmon stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Ambassador Weilin, it is a great honor to meet a chess master like you in my old age."

"Hahaha, that makes sense, that makes sense." Weilin laughed heartily, in a very good mood.

Looking at the two people who admired each other, Kyle couldn't hold back for a moment, opened the Messier demiplane, and went in directly.