Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Ordered by the Pope, Templar Commander Heinrich immediately went to Iklia, the mercenary country, with a team of elite knights.

Just as Zacharias expected, the king of the mercenary country, Agas, listened to Heinrich's appeal, and after only a brief consideration, he readily agreed to lend [-] elite soldiers to the Holy Land first.

Heinrich and his party continued to travel to various countries. As expected, according to their previous predictions, the royal family gave weird reasons one after another.

Some said that the border guards were harassed by bandits, while others said that there was a severe shortage of troops in the country. All in all, several kings politely rejected the Holy Land's request to send troops.

Among them, King Opus was the most absurd. He looked at the Templar Commander standing by His Royal Highness, his eyes flickered, and he scratched his face, wondering: "Master Knight, it's not that I don't want to support His Majesty the Pope, the main reason I have a special situation here, and there is nothing I can do to help."

"Oh?" Heinrich raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't know what is so hard to say, His Majesty the King?"

"Ugh!"

King Opas sighed heavily, pretending to say: "You also know that our country has been plagued by dark monsters for thousands of years. Last winter, thanks to the blessing of the God of Light, the Demon Hunting Association wiped out all heretics in one fell swoop, but also There is a heavy price to pay for this.”

"That monster pretending to be the Holy Spirit released a large amount of poisonous gas before it died, polluting the entire City of Sighs. Many people were infected, and even several main generals were infected with the plague. There is no one fit to lead an army any longer."

"It doesn't matter." Heinrich said lightly, "Your Majesty the King only needs to lend the cavalry, and the task of leading the army can be taken by the Knights Templar."

Hearing what he said, King Opas rolled his eyes and hurriedly added: "Oh, I forgot to mention that the knight corps also suffered countless casualties."

Heinrich: "How much is left? Lend me."

King Opas's face immediately collapsed, and he said in grief: "To tell you the truth, they are all dead."

Heinrich: "..."

The Templar's forehead twitched. Although he understood that this was just an excuse from the other party, he couldn't see it through. He immediately scolded his mother in his heart, and then bid farewell to the king and left Opas.

"You bastard King Opus!" he cursed, "When His Majesty the Pope destroys the Internity, it will be your turn next!!"

Although rejected by the royal families, this will not trouble the loyal knight commander. Heinrich thought for a while, and turned to find the lords he was familiar with.

These lords are all located in remote areas of various countries. In order to resist the looting of robbers or rangers, they have raised many private soldiers. Heinrich promised them in the name of the Pope that as long as they are willing to send troops to help, they will be able to do so when they are done. They have the supreme privilege and are exempted from taxes for ten years.

Several lords were already jealous of those noble families, but they were not qualified enough. Even if they could accumulate a huge amount of wealth, it would be difficult to achieve class leap. Now that the Holy Land needs their own needs, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so they are willing to lend All troops.

One month later, Heinrich recruited about 6 people, plus the Holy Land's own troops, and integrated a full army of [-] knights. Pope Zechariah personally led the conquest, and the knight commander Heinrich was the pre-war commander. Bring the remaining eight knights of the Templar order, and launch a holy war against Itenetite.

Next, Zacharias announced to the world that Firmia, the regent queen of Itenity, secretly practiced forbidden witchcraft, betrayed the Church of Light, believed in dark evil gods, killed countless priests of the church, and tried to rule all mankind in vain. The mainland has become a holy place for dark monsters, and they must accept the punishment of the Holy Light.

In this way, an army of 10 people set out in full gear, carrying food and supplies, and approached Xinghe City, the capital of the king of Italy.

Passing through large and small towns and villages along the way, the nobles and commoners there had known about this for a long time, so they packed up their clothes before the arrival of the cavalry, and hid in other places for refuge. In the Middle Earth Plain, within two months, soldiers were approaching the city.

The jihad was approaching, so Firmia summoned all the ministers, held several meetings to deal with it, and then gathered all the troops in Xinghe City and mobilized the garrison cavalry, but barely got together 3 people.

The human kingdom has maintained peace for too long, so long that many countries have already reduced their national defense in order to save treasury expenditures in order to supply the insatiable demand of the Holy Land every year.

In addition, the average life expectancy of human beings is as high as [-] years. In order to reduce the pressure brought by the huge population, all countries have been controlling the number of newborns. Therefore, it is impossible for a single country to compete with the Holy Land coalition forces.

Obviously, this will be a fierce battle with few to many! !

"Your Majesty the King, Your Royal Highness the Princess," a minister bowed to the little king and Firmia in the political hall, and said in a deep voice, "How could [-] cavalry resist the [-] coalition troops in the Holy Land? This battle is bound to be defeated, and we will still be defeated." Your Majesty, please think carefully."

The eight-year-old little king Salende looked at Firmia as if asking for help, and Firmia looked at the minister, who was a representative of a veteran nobleman, and said indifferently: "Your Majesty Casa, I don't know your deliberation, specifically How to understand?"

Kasa pondered: "According to what I see, it is better to directly declare surrender, then negotiate with the pope, and agree to the other party's demands. Otherwise, head-to-head confrontation will only cause the knights to sacrifice for no reason and the people will suffer."

"I don't agree!" Knight Commander Coslin stood up and said sharply: "The Pope slandered Her Royal Highness for practicing dark witchcraft, and publicly claimed that she would use the Holy Light to sentence Her Highness. What could his appeal be? It is nothing more than His Royal Highness's life." !"

"Knight Commander Koslin," Casa said, "I've heard the saying that His Highness knows witchcraft, and I've heard it before, and it's not just the Holy Land's nonsense, it's fabricated out of thin air, right?"

"Lord Kasa," Firmia said calmly, "What? From what you're saying, you really suspect that I know the forbidden arts and believe in the Dark God?"

Casa: "..."

Seeing that Casa was at a loss for words, Minister of Finance Cristo smoothed things over and said, "Your Highness, Lord Casa doesn't mean that. He just wanted to express that since it was a misunderstanding, we might as well retreat and have a good talk with Holy Land. Conditions, if we can find a balance of interests between each other, the best policy is to resolve this matter peacefully.”

"Exactly, Your Royal Highness!" Kasa echoed, "Holy Land's dispatch of [-] troops this time is unstoppable. If we fight to the end, we will only suffer for the soldiers and all the people of Xinghe City!"

"Can it be as hard as it was in the past?" A young minister stepped forward and retorted: "The church has oppressed Italy for thousands of years, leaving the whole country in dire straits, and now it is hard to gain independence. Freedom, how can it be possible to repeat the same mistakes?"

The minister was the representative of the upstarts, Jonos, the main person in charge of the promotion of the reform, and he continued to several veteran ministers: "We are now an absolute monarchy|country, this is a unique change in human history, the church is already sunset , the wheel of history will surely roll over it!"

"Since we have taken this step, it is absolutely impossible to turn back. There is no precedent for winning more battles with less in the past. As long as the soldiers are united and swear to defend Itenity, even if they die on the battlefield, they will not be defeated. Better than surrendering as a lackey!"

"That's right!" Coslin said, "Surrender is a dead end. The Pope will never let Her Majesty the Princess go, and even His Majesty the King's life is in danger. In order to prevent problems before they happen, the Holy Land is likely to directly swallow up Itenity. At that time, you and me, everyone here, will be reduced to subjugated slaves!"

"Give me freedom or give me death!" Finally, Coslin said solemnly.

His words infected many upstart factions, and the young ministers all agreed and shouted in unison: "Lord Koslin is right! Freedom or death!"

The representatives of the old aristocratic families who held objections turned their faces from green to white when they saw this. At this moment, the little king Salend suddenly said: "I agree too."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and Salende's voice was still immature, but he said very seriously: "I can't let my sister go to die, I agree to take the initiative to fight, no matter what the final result is, it means that we never give up. Leave the trajectory of fate to the gods to decide!"

Hearing Sarlender's words, Firmia held his hand tightly and said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, you are very brave, my dear brother."

In this way, according to the principle of minority obeying the majority, the royal family made the final decision to use [-] cavalry to face the [-] army alliance of the Holy Land.

On the day of the jihad, before dawn, Firmia stood in front of the changing mirror, putting on the last piece of armor.

Jing stood behind her, staring blankly for a long time, and suddenly said: "Why don't we open the mirror field and kill Zacharias directly."

"That's too risky." Firmia looked at the person behind her in the mirror and said, "Zechariah is not at the same level as the Cardinal at all. He is the human being who is closest to the gods in the West Fantasy Continent. You and I are very close." Probably not his match."

With that said, Firmia turned around and said seriously in the mirror: "Besides, we do need a war to completely establish the state power. Assassination can only delay the problem infinitely, but it can't solve the fundamental contradiction. We must win this battle." The victory of the battle, if I am unlucky, and I lose my life because of this, I have no regrets, and my soul will return to His embrace."

"I won't let you die alone, baby." Jing picked up the helmet, put it on Firmia carefully, and said, "Let me lead the battle, I will live and die with you, and never separate!"

"Okay, Mirror!" Firmia hugged her and said softly, "Never separate."

Outside Xinghe City, one hundred thousand Holy Land coalition troops lined up neatly, layer by layer, with nine templar knights each leading the troops. Pope Zechariah stood on the golden chariot like a god of war, looking down at the city wall with awe-inspiring eyes. Thirty thousand cavalry from Tenitina.

"Yitniti..." Zacharias turned the scepter in his hand and said in a deep voice: "You will soon know the fate of betraying the Church of Light. Today I will definitely kill all of you and stain the royal city with blood. !"

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In Xinghe City, Xi Xiumi's manor.

Hersius stared blankly at the image in the crystal ball, and then at Xi Xiumi who was lying on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.

During the battle in Xuefu Town, Xixiumi's soul merged with his human soul. Hersius thought that his soul had awakened, and he was even ready to start a new era.

However, after they visited the old housekeeper and returned to the manor, Xixiumi became extremely tired, sleeping at least twenty hours a day, and waking up listless.

The power of the ancient god never appeared again, and it was only then that Hersius realized that the brief sobriety of the divine soul was only because the old housekeeper Butler had encountered a crisis.

Hersius began to worry about whether this incident would damage Xixiumi's spirit, so he had to stay by his side day and night, just in case.

Looking at the two armies that were about to confront each other, the angel whispered: "Filmia, it will depend on your performance, I hope you will not disappoint your lord, this time you will be able to get through this difficult time on your own. .”