Ingrid's speech was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the rebel forces lurking in Longshou City to wail.
The Imperial Propaganda Department still underestimates the influence of the Amaunata Church in people's hearts.
The people's attitude towards the Ember Empire gradually changed from hostility and resistance at the beginning to acceptance and obedience. Although this is still reluctant, the situation is much better than when the empire first entered.
As for the rebel forces who once regarded Ingrid, the bishop of Amaunata, as their spiritual leader, their morale was now in disarray, and internal disputes continued one after another.
There are even many priests who were once pampered and could no longer bear the life of hiding in Tibet. They chose to devote themselves to the empire and regarded the intelligence of their companions as a surrender.
At the same time, the empire officials created wanted orders and issued missions based on the intelligence they obtained. Countless players also poured into various cities in North IJssel, becoming a nightmare in the eyes of the rebel organizations.
In the basement, silence filled the air, and the air almost condensed.
After Ingrid’s speech, the situation became increasingly serious.
There was turmoil within the Dawn Crusaders, and many people defected. In just a few days, half of the members of the Dawn Crusaders, who originally had hundreds of people and were entangled underground in Longshou City, were captured or defected.
Nowadays, it is difficult for them to even protect themselves, let alone overthrow the imperial rule and rebuild the Amaunata Church. That is simply a luxury.
Arn rested his chin on his hands, his eyes were tired and his voice was heavy: "Everyone, tell me what you think"
"How could Lady Ingrid surrender to that evil dragon! She must have been tortured Evil spell!" someone shouted.
“It’s all over, Feier was also captured”
“Just two days ago, Devonte also defected, damn, they were all bewitched by that evil dragon! "
Finally, Ion interrupted their argument and said: "It is no longer safe here. If this continues, we will only be wiped out by the Ember Empire. "
"What should we do?"
Ion sighed: "It's time for us to leave this land. I contacted the people of the Harper Alliance and they are willing to provide us with a place in the south. "
"Are we just going to abandon our hometown and become cowardly deserters? "Someone asked in confusion.
Although he heard the undisguised sarcasm in the other person's tone, Yan was still not angry.
He looked up at the sacred emblem of the sun on the ceiling and said softly: "Blind bravery will only evolve into stupidity. We, the Holy Army of the Dawn, can no longer lose our vitality.
As for overthrowing the Ember Empire and returning Corinth City to the glory of Amauna Tower, we can only think about it in the long term. It is said that Lord Titus, the Wings of Dawn, plans to recruit righteous people who are willing to resist the tyranny of the Ember Empire. We might be able to form a huge alliance."
At this moment, Ion noticed that the ceiling seemed to be shaking slightly, and torn dust was falling. He suddenly felt bad and his expression suddenly changed. .
"What is that?" "
"Could it be that the Empire came here? "People were terrified and exclaimed.
Ion quickly took out the priest's scepter in his robe, prepared to activate the group teleportation spell, and shouted: "Enemy attack! Get out of here, I'll take you out of here! ”
"FBI open the door!"
"Open the door, check the water meter!"
Sure enough, extremely arrogant shouts came from people's heads, as well as the harsh beeping of time bombs.
“Boom!”
With a loud noise, gravel flew and dust filled the room. The ceiling with the Holy Emblem on it exploded directly, and more than a dozen players skillfully Breaking through the wall, he landed in this rather spacious basement.
"Everyone, squat down! Justice is enforced!"
"You are under arrest!"
The players took out new firearms and pointed them at the members of the Holy Army of the Dawn. There was a burst of shooting, and not only bullets were sprayed from the muzzle of the gun, but also a large net was opened, trapping the enemy in it.
“The rewards for catching people alive are more!”
“Use the net gun!”
The members of the Crusaders of the Dawn resisted with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and divine magic, but under the skillful operation of the players, their counterattack seemed insignificant.
"Woof woof! Often!"
Players release mechanical dogs to bark wildly in the basement. When they see an enemy, they pounce on them and bite them. The electric current released from their teeth is enough to kill people. Electric coma.
“For the sun!”
Several paladins in the Dawn Crusaders roared. They raised their giant swords and gathered together, their whole bodies emitting dazzling light.
However, the next moment, the players' dispel magic and anti-magic rays hit the paladin one after another, making their armor dim.
“Suffer death!”
The dragon-veined bald monk shouted sharply, rushed directly into the formation of the paladin, and pumped the resonance energy into their bodies with dense fists like raindrops.
The monks triggered the resonance energy, and the bodies of the holy warriors suddenly exploded, with armor fragments, blood and minced meat flying everywhere. He was the famous monk player "Dawei Tianlong" .
It’s just that now he has reached the eleventh level. Even on the Fiansuo continent, he is still an extraordinary level of power. It is easy to defeat these Dawn Crusaders.
"Starfaller."
Looking around, Ion's heart sank to the bottom. Now he can only cut off his tail to survive and take away as many people as possible.
However, there is also a half-dragon following the player, who is obviously a soldier of the Ember Empire, but his figure feels a little familiar to Ion.
Seeing Ion in the distance, the half-dragon pointed at him from a distance and reminded in a low voice: "He is Ion, the leader of the Holy Army of the Dawn. He is proficient in teleportation spells. Be careful not to let him escape." "
"Want to escape?"
"Jie Jie Jie, can you run away? Someone, lock this old man up!"
A player wearing a Mechanicum uniform and glasses took out two metal balls. Throw it out directly.
The metal ball exploded, releasing more than a dozen iron ropes, emitting invisible waves, anchoring the surrounding space.
The surrounding space seemed to be frozen by solid ice, making it impossible to use the magic of teleportation. Ion's scepter also dimmed, and he was suddenly frightened and angry.
“You, you”
Not only because the magic was interrupted, but also because he heard an extremely familiar voice. Although the voice became much rougher, Yan could still recognize the identity of the other party.
Ion turned his head and looked at the half-dragon with disbelief. The fingers pointing at him were trembling: "You, you are Feier? This is impossible! You, you are obviously the Holy Cult of the Dawn. The people in the army who are most hostile to the empire. You have a blood feud with them. How could you become a dragon? "
The half-dragon nodded and said: "Long time no see, Bishop Yan, but I have to arrest you now, please don't struggle to death anymore." There was no emotion in his voice, like a hollowed-out shell.
“Is there any bloody plot?”
"Watch a show and watch a show!"
The players around them looked like they were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Ion glared angrily at Feir, who had transformed into a half-dragon in the distance, and raised the scepter in his hand: "That damn evil dragon actually turned you into this kind of thing! I will grant you relief. !
The Evil Dragon Families , the glory of Amauna Tower is eternal! You can never capture a believer of the Sun God!"
The scepter released an extremely dazzling light, and a beam of light shot out from it, hitting the half-dragon in the distance! People and players.
"The boss is turned on, it seems to be a Yangyan explosion!"
"Open the shield, open the shield!"
Lonely Ruxue holds a huge silver shield in front of everyone, and easily resists it The magic unleashed by Ion.
He even had time to take out a cigarette and hold it in his mouth - this is the unpretentious intensity of the paladin.
“Drink!” Hearing a roar, the bald monk, who was nearly five meters tall and shaped like a monster, jumped up and came to Ion’s side at a terrifying speed.
Ion quickly raised his staff to resist: "Damn Evil Dragon Familiar——"
However, compared to the bald monk, his speed was too slow.
"Boom!"
With one punch from Dawei Tianlong, Yann spurted out a mouth full of dripping blood, flew backwards several meters away, and hit the wall behind him heavily.
David Tianlong looked at Arn in the distance, scratched his bald head, and said with some embarrassment: "Oh, my attack was a bit heavy, I may not be able to catch anyone alive."
Arn was lying on the ground, dying. His scepter had just fallen, all the bones in his body were shattered, and his internal organs were also shattered.
He looked around with difficulty. None of the members of the Dawn Crusaders in the basement had escaped. They were either blood-spattered on the spot or captured by these Imperials.
Fel walked quickly from a distance, stood in front of Ion, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Bishop Ion, I have no other choice."
Ion Smiling miserably, he tried his best to raise his head and stared at Feier who had become strange, even terrifying.
“Aren’t you ashamed to be like this? Are you worthy of Nico who died? Are you worthy of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their beliefs?”
At the end of the sentence, Yann's tone became more and more excited, and red blood kept pouring out of his mouth. In the end, he fell to the ground on the spot, his life or death uncertain.
"I did nothing wrong
This, this is all for Lady Ingrid, this is all so that I can continue to follow her." Feier stood there, muttering to himself. .
South of the Glorious Mountains, in August, the "City of the Rising Sun", the king's angry and angry curses came from the magnificent palace.
“Damn waste! Traitor!
This huge North IJssel was sent away by that good-for-nothing Walter in just one month! "Wilham sat on the golden throne, his face extremely ferocious, and he casually smashed the crystal vase to pieces.
Now, with the disappearance of power, the cracks on Wilham's face are almost irreversible. To cover it up, you can only cover it up with thick gold powder.
Seeing that His Majesty fell into a rage again and smashed things everywhere. , all the ministers in the palace were silent and did not dare to say anything.
The white feathers were flying in the air, and the ground was covered with porcelain fragments.
It took a long time before anyone shivered. He said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, that evil dragon does not dare to be our enemy. You are the real emperor of Fadland"
"Don't you dare?"
Wilham sneered: "He has already hit us at the door. Why don't you dare? Do you think I am a fool?"
" Your Majesty, I, that's not what I meant." The minister quickly knelt on the ground and defended in a panic.
“That damn evil dragon dared to kill even the Lord of Heaven!”
Speaking of this, Wilham became even more angry and even walked up to the minister and said cruelly Kick him hard.
Although he had lost a lot of his former divine power, the power of this angel god was still far beyond that of a mortal. The unlucky minister was kicked away on the spot and hit a pillar carved with exquisite patterns. He vomited blood and his life or death was unknown.
Seeing such a scene, the ministers just lowered their heads and did not dare to say another word. The air in the palace became heavier and filled with the pungent smell of blood.
In recent months, such things have become commonplace. His Majesty Wilhelm has become increasingly moody, far from the holy and glorious Prince of France.
Seeing their submissive looks, Wilham became even more angry and roared: "Get out, get out of here!"
The ministers were relieved and quickly and cautiously left the palace. The unlucky minister was also dragged away by the guards, and even the blood stains left behind were wiped away immediately.
In the empty palace, Wilhelm sat on the golden throne, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and in front of him there was a scene of the red dragon fighting Barachiel.
"Cassius
I didn't expect this damn red dragon to have grown to this point, like me now."
He lowered his head and looked at His arms were covered with cracks and he murmured to himself: "I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat it by myself."
After a long silence, Wilham stood up from the throne and walked deeper into the palace. Finally, he walked into the most secret room and stared at The bloody ferocious formation on the wall.
He whispered: "As long as you can help me deal with that red dragon, I will agree to your previous conditions - although it is a bit too greedy."
Suddenly, a mysterious female voice came from the magic circle. Come.
"Your Majesty Wilham, is it too late to regret it now? That red dragon can defeat Barachiel.
Tsk, even me, There is no guarantee of defeating it in the material world, not to mention that I recently discovered some unexplainable relationship between him and Bayer."
The flames of hell spurted out, condensing into a picture full of madness and evil. The woman's face showed undisguised sarcasm.
Wilham was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked: "How can you defeat the red dragon in the material world? Or what do you want?"
"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that. It’s extremely interesting that the once majestic Prince of Fadlan would use this gesture to plead with me.”
The flames from hell were dancing in the air, tongues of fire were raging, and that face also appeared. A ferocious smile. "What do I want?
That depends. What else do you have now, my dear Lord Wilham."
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Under the illumination of the fire, Wilham's face full of cracks was uncertain. (End of this chapter)