Invade the white dove

"Hunger. Without food and water, you will see the truest side of this group of hypocritical believers."

Kyle explained very patiently, "The illusion of Tatos confuses the concept of time, and the people of Nice will fall into the fear of hunger. False gods don’t allow suicide. Utur, let’s imagine, what would the people of Nice do to survive?”

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways and put his palms next to his ears, as if he was listening carefully: "Listen, 'the third day of starvation', the madness has already begun."

"They are far worse than the Odonians." Tatos' pointed ears moved, as if he heard something extraordinary, and the tip of his scarlet tongue licked his lips.

However, after only a moment, he shrugged his shoulders with little interest: "Is it starting now? The Odong people persisted in the illusion for at least ten days before they started eating people, which is equivalent to starving for a month."

Julis looked at the corners of Kyle's raised lips and trembled uncontrollably: "Your Majesty, we have soldiers far superior to those of Nice, why don't we attack the city directly, I am eager to kill the enemy for you..."

"Tatos can draw power from people's fear of death, and if killed directly, the effect will be halved."

Kyle smiled and put his palm to Julis's ear, and gathered the distant voices for him intimately, "Killing is not the purpose. Utur, what can conquer this continent is not kindness, nor forgiveness, but fear .”

Tatos used magic to create a water mirror for Kyle. Through this mirror, Kyle could watch the struggle of the Nessians comfortably in the arms of the demon in the marching tent.

As Nasha once said, their granary is sufficient and can last until spring.

Nice people are not really without food.

But the devil created an illusion, and what they saw every day was their own empty warehouse.

This illusion also controls their perception of time, and what seems to be an hour to the bystanders is a whole day to them.

Julis, who has had a similar experience, knows that hunger is not difficult in the first few days.As long as you restrain your desire for food, hold back the burning pain in your stomach, and minimize your activity, you can barely survive through sleep.

But the thirst for water is fatal.

At first, I will feel the stickiness of the tongue, and the air inhaled into the lungs is also dry and hot. The dry throat is cut like a file, and the simplest swallowing action usually becomes torture.

Human urine, horse urine, and even the stinky muddy water in the pigsty, as long as it can relieve the burning sensation of the body, people will stick out their tongues and scramble to lick it.

The most desperate time is when people find that they can no longer urinate a drop of urine.

The squirming stomach became a monster that could devour everything, and the internal organs were melted in the fire that could never be extinguished.

The desire for food and water finally occupied the whole brain. People in extreme hunger staggered to pick up the kitchen knife. No, they didn't even have the strength to pick up the knife at this time. They moved forward with their limbs, the beast Crawling forward in the same way, with red eyes open, they stretched out their withered claws towards the old, the weak, and the young.

In the autumn wind, there is a hint of meaty fragrance.

In the next few days, Julius watched the evil deeds of the Nice people through the water mirror, his stomach churned several times, and finally ran out when he saw a mother stuffing an invisible piece of meat into her mouth. The big tent fell to his knees, retching constantly.

He hasn't eaten much in the past few days, so although his stomach bag is constantly shrinking, he can't vomit.

Sotiria was silent, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

There were footsteps behind him. It was Hassan who lifted the curtain and brought him a handkerchief: "Your Majesty cares about you very much, my lord. Your Majesty was still regretting just now. If I had known that you were not used to this kind of drama, I would not have specially invited you to watch it." gone."

Sotiria took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of Julius's mouth.

Julis laughed, and stood up from the ground: "I just remembered the taste. It's sour, but the people in Nice still eat it with such relish..."

"So, my Utur has also tasted it?"

Kyle lifted the curtain and walked out, holding Julis who was kneeling on one knee with one hand, his emerald eyes were full of inquiry, "Is it hunger or curiosity? It is said that some barbarians treat human flesh as a feast for distinguished guests, but you said It's sour, isn't it really delicious?"

Julis had to make up a lie on the spot: "When I was captured by pirates as a crew member, in order to test me, the captain once forced me to choose between siren meat and human flesh. You know, siren, they not only The skin is green, and even the cooked meat is rotten green and wriggling, as if there were worms in it. I don't want to eat that stuff..."

Kyle laughed loudly: "The sea monster is such an ugly creature, I'm afraid it's not because their tears are valuable, they have been driven to extinction by pirates long ago."

But he seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped smiling, "There are tears of the sea monster in the treasury of Ness. Tatos, I want the treasure house in that city! Gray Crow is dead... Pass the order, the royal family of Ness No one can die, whoever kills the royal family of Nice, I will let his whole family be buried with him!"

As if responding to him, the continuous cannon fire suddenly stopped, and then, a bunch of crimson fireworks ignited the pink-blue sky.

The four-winged lion pattern composed of countless flames roared silently in the air.

"The city is broken!" Hassan trembled.

The soldiers were sent to report in a hurry.

"Prepare for a general attack." Kyle shook off his cloak, and his golden hair was covered with powder by the setting sun. "Prepare the ship. Tatos, Utur, come with me and take this city."

**

Before the war, Julius let go of a large number of wealthy businessmen, so most of the people staying in Yana City at this moment are civilians.The young and strong man volunteered to serve as a soldier defending the city, and died on the city wall during the first wave of Gaman's army attacking the city.

Corpses were piled up outside the moat, and the damaged city wall had nowhere to go. When they captured the tower in the northwest corner, the Garmans had no choice but to step on the corpses of Nice soldiers and turn over into the city in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

However, what awaited Garman was the second wave of offensive from the Nice people.

The devil's illusion was broken, and the women and old people woke up from the false sense of hunger. Led by the royal family of Nice, they rushed to the enemy who made them fall into hell with the only hoes, kitchen knives, and rolling pins left at home.

But it is not so much a defensive battle for the Nice people as it is a desperate counterattack.

The people of Nice had completely given up the possibility of surrendering. Seven or eight people formed a group, and even if they were to go to hell, they would have to bring Gaman's soldiers along with them.

Screaming loudly, but no crying.The blood of the Garman and the Nice was mixed together and splashed on the ground, covering the soles of the boots.

This war, whose outcome was already doomed, was fought from dusk to dawn.Although Gamman suffered casualties, he did not suffer heavy losses as Nasha had warned.After struggling several times, the banner of Anna Castle finally fell into the blood and soil.

Kyle and Ulis walked on the widest street in Yana City, which should have been the busiest commercial place in the whole city.

The shop selling gems had been smashed by the soldiers long ago, pearls of various colors were scattered all over the ground, the merchant's body was lying on the empty wooden box, and his back was hacked bloody by the scimitar of the Garman soldier.

In addition, the banks and taverns that the soldiers took care of were also full of dead bodies, and the fabric shops and flower shops became places where wild beasts vented their desires.

But still no one begged for mercy, and Julius could only hear the soldiers' brutal scolding and wanton laughter.

In such a unilateral sadistic occasion, a slight sound is particularly obvious.

"What's wrong?" Kyle, who walked lightly, noticed Julis' abnormality, and stopped to look at him.

Julis quickly looked into the distance, avoiding the corner where the noise had just been made, and under the reflection of the glass, he vaguely saw a thin child.But he shook his head: "It's a mouse, Your Majesty."

"This city is full of rats." Kyle mocked him without doubting him, "And the biggest rat is hiding in a hole in the ground to watch his people being humiliated."

Following Kyle's gaze, Julius looked at Nice Castle, which was already burning with red flames.In a burst of shouts, the flag of King Gaman embroidered with four-winged lions finally fluttered on the round dome of the main hall of the castle.

And along with it, there were dozens of well-dressed corpses.

It is the royal family of Nice.

"Useless idiot!" Kyle suddenly cursed, "Who doesn't understand such a simple thing as leaving a life alive. Tatos..."

Before the king gave orders, the demon had condensed a whirlwind and flew directly to the royal court with several people.

Surrounded by the black Garman soldiers, a tall middle-aged man with a beard and a misty blue shawl and a crown of three clusters of gemstones stood out.

King Andrew of Nice.

Beside him were a few Garman soldiers in black battle suits, and it seemed that they were all beheaded by his sword.

King Nice raised his head, his gray-blue eyes fixed on the visitor like a falcon.

Julis clenched his rusty sword tightly and stood in front of Kyle.

When King Andrew saw it, he laughed loudly: "The monarch of the Jiaman Empire, when facing the enemy, you chose to hide behind a young man who has not yet grown hair on his mouth."

Kyle shrugged: "My knight should be allowed to do what he likes."

He paused, put his hands on Julius's shoulders, tilted his head and looked at King Nice, and said mockingly: "The humming of your people's prayers keeps me awake every night, but, Where is your supreme god?"

King Nice frowned: "You're going to hell, Kyle Mulder."

"Hell is where I belong. I am the son of hell, remember? I can hear the call of hell, and I can feel the energy that hell brings to me.

"It's you, Andrew Portman, who open your eyes and look at your city and the dead body of your wife hanging high outside your castle. Your people are crying, your enemies are laughing, and you believe in Where is the God of salvation?

"In your evangelistic stories, where are the plagues of locusts, floods, and droughts that God sent to his enemies?

"Where is the wrath of God that your people pray for day and night?

"Your god watched his believers suffer, but remained indifferent. Is your faith not strong enough, or does he not exist at all?"

Kyle raised his voice higher than his voice, and the successive rhetorical questions were like venomous curses, nailed to Julis' heart every sentence.

"One day..." King Andrew gritted his teeth.

"'One day, the light of the God of God will illuminate this continent again.'" Kyle dragged his voice and interrupted impatiently, "Forget it, my ears are almost worn out by your catchphrases. Yes. Now, this continent is in my hands. You pathetic believers, you can only talk about impossible nonsense all day long. Andrew, tell me the truth, if you tell me how to open the treasure house, I can let you You meet your son before you die."

King Andrew's pupils shrank suddenly: "Clary, is he still alive?"

Kyle was noncommittal.

However, King Andrew's body only swayed slightly, and then he raised his head and looked at the orange-red sky: "In the hands of the mad king, there will be no living prisoners. Clary will not let Nice Your treasure falls into your hands, and neither will I."

"If I do not die heroically by the sword of the enemy... Clary, my son, we shall meet."

Hearing this, Julis subconsciously rushed forward, but King Nice had already put the sword across his neck and slapped it hard.

——Occupy the White Pigeon Fortress——

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The Fall of Nice can basically be regarded as a replica of Odon.