There is a saying that "the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills".
Today's night is not dark, there is a bright moon in the head, the weather is dry, a little cold, but there is not a trace of wind.
On a small road leading from Yanjing to the eastern part of the empire, four carriages were moving quietly.
The carriages were well made, and although the path was somewhat rough, there was no noise in the carriages, which seemed a little strange.
The drivers of the four carriages were also silent, and the entire convoy was silent except for the occasional whip.
Inside the carriage, an old man in a black robe seemed to be in deep thought, his black robe was made entirely of the most ordinary fabric, his gray hair was neatly combed, and there was a faint melancholy between his eyebrows, but the expression on his face was as cold as a stone.
No one would have thought that in such a convoy without any escort warriors, the carriage was occupied by the seven elders with the highest status of the Imperial Divine Cult, and this black-robed old man was the current supreme leader of the Imperial Divine Cult and the first person of the Imperial Religion, Pope Corsica VI The tenets of the Cult had been released a day earlier, and the rupture between the Empire and the Cult was inevitable.
But what caught Corsica VI a little off guard was that the emperor of the empire moved far faster than he expected, and the commander of the southern legion, under the leadership of General Camus, suddenly dispatched troops and horses to officially take over all the rights of Purple Leaf City, and then divided the 150,000 southern legions into six routes to control the entire southern province, and then swept the religious houses and churches of the gods one by one General Camus is worthy of being the old man of the emperor, he has rich experience, and the southern legions under his command are extremely combative, and those scattered flame warrior regiments in the south are not his opponents at all.
This sudden turn of events caught Corsica VI by surprise, and also brought forward their plan to evacuate Yanjing and flee to the eastern part of the empire by two full days.
And the Pope's decree was also hurriedly sent out halfway.
Corsica VI felt a little uneasy The emperor of this empire, Abbasid VI, really surprised him a little, how could this guy have such ruthless means, such cunning brains, such a despicable conspiracy As soon as their brigade left Yanjing, they were pursued by the Royal Guard, but fortunately, this evacuation route was arranged in advance, and the original group of flame warriors was suspicious on another main road, leading away the pursuing cavalry, and the supreme leaders of these cults were able to evacuate safely.
Abbasid VI went from being a mediocre and incompetent emperor a few years ago to being such a vicious and shrewd opponent that the Pope was a little puzzled.
"Well, when we get to the east, maybe things will get better."
The old Pope sighed, drew a cross on his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "God bless my God Sect."
May the Most High God protect His most faithful servants and punish those heresies who defy the majesty of the gods" In the east, there are three provinces in the east, with a population of millions, and among the commoners there are a large number of followers of the Cult of God, and there are many local nobles who are sympathetic to the Cult, as well as loyal Flame Warrior Regiments, and a large amount of wealth.
As long as they reach the east, with the prestige of the Cult, they can raise an army of 200,000 to compete with the empire Although the Duke of Tulip was powerful, it is said that he was seriously injured in the last war against the Rolanders, and he has not recovered.
This is a powerful condition, without the imperial army under the command of Duke Tulip, the combat power can be at least half discounted, and we, as well as the combination spell given by the great gods, have millions of devout disciples in the empire, Pope Corsica VI himself comforted himself, trying to calm his somewhat aching head.
He's so tired these days.
He opened the curtains and let the moonlight pour into the carriage, and he felt a little sore in the bones all over his body.
"Well, it seems that he is too old" The thought just came to his mind, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the other three elders beside him.
The other three elders also had tired expressions on their faces, and they all seemed to be hurrying to close their eyes and recuperate, but the weakness on their old faces was difficult to hide.
Corsica VI suddenly had a question that made him a little lost.
Why is it that I am surrounded by these old and weak subordinates, why is there never a leader in the Flame Warrior Order who makes the warriors fight to the death and serve infinitely with reverence, and why is there never a magician master in his Elder Regiment who is similar to those saints in the Temple of the Northern Roland Continent This is true of the Cult of God throughout the Empire.
Fat and greedy local bishops, those cunning fellows who have wasted their only bit of ingenuity on how to embezzle more gold coins, the Flame Warriors are loyal, but their personal cultivation, although pious, will never be able to form a level of combat power like Thor's Whip The Flame Warrior Order of the Bright Continent, which could be ranked with the Roland Temple Holy Knights hundreds of years ago, is no longer the invincible army that terrifies the enemy, and as the years go by, the Flame Warrior Order's spirit has been lost in hundreds of years of peace I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, Corsica VI shook his head, trying to control himself from thinking anymore, but the questions kept popping up in his mind one by one.
The convoy gradually drove into a valley, and after this valley was ahead of the Kiva River, a great river in the eastern part of the empire, and after that river was the boundary of the eastern provinces.
The carriage quietly entered the valley.
Only the small pebbles on the ground creaked as they were run over by the wheels.
On the top of the mountain peak on the left, there are two figures, one thin and one fat.
"Fatty, do you know why the Divine Cult was defeated so quickly, and why does it seem that the huge Divine Cult is under the suppression of the Empire, as if it is completely powerless to fight back, I guess that the old man of Corsica VI may not be able to figure it out if he breaks his head."
The old skeleton smiled slyly, and he was dressed in a black robe, as if his body had melted into the darkness of the night.
"What's there to guess about this," the fat man muttered, "It must be the author's bastard who was anxious to finish this book in order to speed up the process" "Hehe" The old skeleton let out a meaningless chuckle before he said, "The reason why the seemingly powerful Divine Cult will be defeated so quickly is that all of this was doomed as early as the time of the Abbasid Emperor more than two hundred years ago."
"Oh" The old skeleton sighed: "I have carefully studied several decrees left by the Abbasid Great, he really deserves to be the greatest emperor of the empire, those decrees are really far-sighted, from those decrees two hundred years ago, it is destined to become an empty shell of the Church of God with a strong external power, and the Abbasid Great has long laid the foundation of imperial power for his descendants."
The old skeleton stared at the convoy slowly passing through the canyon below, and said in a deep voice: "The first decree left by the Abbasid Great: From the announcement of the decree, any future war in the empire, the flame warrior regiment of the Divine Cult will not be recruited to participate in the war, I have checked the history of the empire, the Imperial Divine Cult had a full 250,000 flame warrior regiment back then, and the flame warrior regiment at that time was not as sparse as it is today, they were all elites who had experienced real battlefields, and at that time, the northwest of the empire was initially decided, there were Roland people in the north, and there were mountain people rebelling in the southern market, It was when the army was needed to come in handy, but the decree left by the Abbasid Emperor, no matter how difficult the empire was, no matter how overstretched the troops were, they refused to use the courage and vision of the Flame Warrior Regiment of the Divine Cult, and now that I think about it, I am in a cold sweat."
His voice gradually carried a bit of respect and remembrance: "You know, any national struggle can never be separated from the army, the army is the foundation, the guarantee of strength, and the trump card in his hand, but the Abbasid Emperor has dug out the roots of the Divine Religion two hundred years ago, think about it, the empire has been in war for two hundred years, and in the past two hundred years, there have been three holy wars with the Roland people in the north, the war in the northwest is continuous, and the rebellion in the mountains in the south is even more commonplace, such large and small wars, It has made the empire's own army maintain sufficient vitality and combat effectiveness, and the Flame Warrior Regiment, an army that has not fought in two hundred years, hehe, how much combat effectiveness can it maintain" "I don't deny that two hundred years ago, the power of the Divine Cult was indeed strong, and after a series of wars in which the Empire unified the Bright Continent, not only did the powerful Thunder God Whip emerge, but the Flame Warrior Regiment of the Divine Cult also assisted in the war, thus training extremely elite.
Otherwise, with the ambition of Abbasid the Great, he would have eradicated the Divine Cult at the beginning, but he was very clever and did not do that, but used a soft knife to slowly cut and slowly bleed the Divine Cult, on the one hand, he enshrined the Divine Cult highly, and gave them a lot of rights, including the right to religious taxation, and a lofty status, on the other hand, it cut off the vitality of their army, hehe, this hand is really wonderful, two hundred years of peace, two hundred years of pampering, It's enough to turn the brave lions into weak sheep, and it's enough to smooth out their sharp claws."
"If the army loses its vitality and does not participate in the war, then it will soon corrupt and will degenerate.
Without war, there would be no excellent generals, without war, there would be no talent in the army, and two hundred years of peace have made the Flame Warrior Regiment lose the sense of urgency and vigilance that the army should have, they are now just a group of warriors from the Divine Sect themselves, and they are just a group of warriors who have formed the Wuhe Crowd, once they encounter a real war, they can't deal with it at all, even if they have firm beliefs and the courage to dare to sacrifice, but these are far from enough for me to investigate carefully, there are almost no outstanding leaders in the current Flame Warrior Regiment, they can't even complete the most basic combat system, hehe, that's why I dare to attack them."
The fat man shook his head: "Cunning, too cunning" "It's just a little bit" The old skeleton sighed, his tone was full of reverence: "The most courageous thing about the Abbasid Emperor is that he alone gave the religious tax rights of the Divine Cult, what is the right to tax is that money is a lot of money, more than two hundred years, plus a large amount of money, a steady stream of money, it is enough to corrupt the Divine Cult Today, the Divine Cult has almost become a religious machine specializing in collecting money, and their ability to collect wealth is far more powerful than their Flame Warrior Regiment."
These two soft knives cut and cut slowly, and two hundred years were enough time to put their blood of courage almost out."
"Compared to the Cult of God, the Empire is different.
The large and small wars in the northwest, south, and north have tempered several generations of the empire's army, cultivated countless talents in the army, and made the empire's army maintain sufficient vitality and combat effectiveness for two hundred years, even in the most difficult times of the empire, there was no sign of the flame warrior regiment's participation in the war, of course, except for the war against the Roland people last year.
It was the only time in two hundred years that the Flame Samurai had fought in battle, but you saw the results.
Luo Di, that kid easily left the 30,000 Flame Warrior Regiment behind and became cannon fodder, and the 30,000 Flame Warrior Regiment, those warriors can't say that they are not powerful, their courage and faith can't be said to be unfirm, as a result, in the face of the kind of patchwork army of the Rolands, they didn't hold it for even a day in Thundering City, and the whole army was wiped out, doesn't it explain the problem, if it is our empire's own army, even if we don't use Thor's whip, even if we use any 30,000 troops of the Northern Legion, even if we face so many enemies, There is no problem in holding out for at least three to five days.
However, the 30,000 Flame Warrior Regiment lost Thundering City in one day.
The difference in combat effectiveness can be seen from that day on, I realized that the time had come to eradicate the Divine Cult."
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The fat man glanced at the old skeleton, he had slowly pulled out his sword, and flicked it lightly, and the blade made a clanging sound.
"Old skeleton, then you see how long it will take for us to completely kill the Cult" Old Andy raised three fingers: "Three months, three months later, I can guarantee that there is no banner of the Divine Sect on the land of the Bright Continent" After a pause, he sneered: "Poor Corsica VI, he is indeed very smart and ambitious, he also has great strength, but unfortunately he can't see through these truths, he is just a small clever guy."
As a leader, he lacks great wisdom, he thinks that if he escapes to the east of the empire, he will be able to raise the banner and fight against the empire Once the war starts, in the face of death and blood, how many so-called believers will give up their lives, relatives and property, and follow a vague religious belief to sell their lives, human beings are realistic, selfish, when they do not involve their own fundamental interests, they may show some respect for religion, but once they are asked to cut their own flesh, sacrifice their own blood, and sell their lives, Most people are unwilling, as for the Flame Warrior Regiment, as long as the Thunder God's whip is dispatched, the 200,000 Flame Warrior Regiment can defeat it in one battle, even if they control the Eastern Province where the Emperor's strength is weak, what about these fools, they don't know that I completely deliberately gave up the Eastern Province to them" "Yes, it's like killing chickens, so many chickens are running around in the yard, and the killers have to catch and catch them, it's too troublesome, it's too laborious, it's better to drive those chickens to a place, to a cage, so that it is much more convenient to catch and kill" The fat man also showed a wicked smile.
The old skeleton nodded: "Yes, the Eastern Province, it is a cage I gave to these chickens of the God Sect, and when all their scattered forces converge in the Eastern Province, that is when we will wipe them out."
In the narrow valley below, the convoy gradually came to an end.
A hundred meters ahead you will go out of the valley and into an open field, and if you go another fifty miles, you will reach the great river, and Corsica VI looked at the horizon in the distance, and the long night seemed to pass soon.
Just as he was about to begin to thank the gods for their blessings, a long laugh came from the exit of the canyon in front of him "Hahahahaha" The thick and hoarse voice had a somewhat strange feeling, and then a huge fat body suddenly burst out This guy is nearly two meters tall and has a fat body stuffed into the largest set of imperial royal guard armor, holding a giant sword of the highest quality imperial warrior in his hand, the moonlight shines on this person's face, such a stout guy, but it is actually a woman Ruolan narrowed her eyes, raised her foot and kicked a stone weighing dozens of kilograms into the air, hitting a horse fiercely, and the horse in the front of the carriage neighed miserably, and immediately crossed over, and the coachman also exclaimed, almost falling off the carriage.
The convoy immediately stopped, and several coachmen jumped out of the carriage at the same time, their faces nervous and murderous, and they ripped off their robes, revealing the armor of the Divine Cult Flame Warriors inside.
He drew his sword from under his seat and leaned towards Ruolan.
Ruolan shook her head and looked at the four warriors dressed as coachmen on the other side with disdain, and said coldly: "Fellows of the Divine Sect, it's a pity that your hour is up to ask your Pope to get off, and I will send him directly to the heavens to meet your gods."
After saying that, the slashing sword in her hand suddenly moved A huge bolt of light slashed out, enveloping the four coachmen With a bang, in the sand and gravel on the ground, the four coachmen flew out sideways, rolling several meters in a row before they could barely stand up, blood flowed from everyone's mouth, the armor on their bodies was torn, and the long sword in their hands was also buzzing and trembling.
"Hmph, is this the strength of your high-level warriors of the Flame Warrior Order, which is far worse than the Holy Knights" Ruolan sneered and strode forward To be continued: