Black sails

Chapter 467 CI. Whip

Crocodile Island presented a great gift to the guests of the Eternal Sect.

The confrontation between royal power and divine power, but it was not broken.

Alan is not all Dugli. As the capital of Casta Province, and the cultural relics collected from various countries, it has formed an art capital, and its economy ranks among the top ten all year round.

What is the status of Napoleon's Paris, what is the status of Dugli.

This country is like milk tea with milk cap, the upper and lower classes are not the same.

Under the military government environment, the investment in medical care and education is quite limited, which also creates a huge cultural gap.

Intellectuals can indeed be picked out, but there are countless illiterates. The transitional ones are rare animals. Most of them are forced to go to school by their elders because of slightly better conditions, but they are really not that kind of material, and there is no corresponding paving. It is better to drop out of prenatal education and go to the Adventurer Guild for three or five bottles. Knowledge is monopolized.

Although the influence of the royal court has been infinitely magnified, the local nobles may also be illiterate, and the criminal justice system may make a decision on a whim.

Most people can only work hard to make a living, and some towns far away from transportation hubs are also the most widespread places. For example, Garen's hometown is just struggling to make ends meet. Does Black Sword Mingyan go to the countryside to give you a color TV?

Don't expect the emperor's soldiers to think of the good of the people. If you are wronged and wronged, and disturb the military master's drinking, you will be killed with a knife.

At this time, the clergy of the Eternal Church are needed to help you solve the trouble and act as parents.

In this kind of left-right game, Alan has reached a state of balance. The most blank place in this country, but also the most important place, in the field of culture, is controlled by the Pope.

In Alan, where the military, police, and special agents are rampant, people's awe of the emperor is more fear. He killed the dragon with ease and violently killed the old Alan king to thank the world. He is a more evil person than the director of the secret department. Who has the courage not to fear?

As for the new religious leader of the Western Continent, people's awe of the Pope is more of respect, of course, it is limited to the state-owned scope of the Alan State Religion. Barbarians should not get involved. Damn pagans, come to Alan to beg for food? Foreign countries are like horse urine, while Alan is a national cellar, soft in the mouth and thin in the throat.

Without the eternal sect, the emperor can levy heavy taxes and expand wildly, accelerating the hegemony of the Western Continent and the road to becoming a king.

But the consequence of this is that the internal is loose and the foundation is unstable.

The two are reliable, so that there is today's stable leader of the continent. Although it has risen rapidly, its foundation is also as solid as a rock, and the heavenly soldiers are killing all around.

But in the struggle for power, two heroes cannot stand side by side. When the tiger throws and the dragon grabs, one must be injured.

After more than 20 years of confrontation, the contradiction has gradually become unreconcilable and out of control. This major event is not a child's play. It is important to fight without breaking and fight without hurting.

Fighting is necessary. When to fight, where to fight, and who to call.

Whoever loses will give in.

There is already a result.

To promote the movement, there must be wars, and the time is right.

The Principality of Mulong is a foreign country, which is a geographical advantage.

The remnants of the previous dynasty of the 18th Formation of the Sword of Time, the general of the Alan Army, the Shadow of Disaster, Crocodile Island.

It can be said that people are in harmony.

Crocodile Island not only left Zote and his party at the supply station, but also had a surprise gift.

The local resistance forces in Mulong, blessed by the belief in the Holy God, are full of crazy people. Once there is a weak spot in the garrison front, the resistance army will definitely come to bite this gap to destroy the railway.

What's more, Crocodile Island deliberately showed weakness to lure the enemy in.

Even Crocodile Island had to admire these ignorant people. They thought that they were blessed by the Holy God and baptized with water dipped in the scriptures, so they would be invulnerable to swords and guns. They were so ignorant that they were almost tragic. Even with a bloody attack, they would destroy the railway.

But Crocodile Island just killed them like dogs.

What Crocodile Island lacks the most is workers and materials. They can just take over and get more money from Cicero.

It is not far from the nearest town, only a few miles away. The supply station is built here to catch as many fish as possible.

The desert is cold and the yellow sand of a foreign country.

The horses' hooves are clattering, dozens of brown horses are galloping, smoke and dust are rolling, those foreigners are holding blasters, hanging scimitars on their waists, wearing turbans and wearing bandages.

The deputy's worry is not without reason. This missionary journey is full of difficulties, and internal and external enemies are coming one after another.

Zote, who is eager to establish his authority and show his means to make his men believe in him, only brought a few civilian priests.

When have the pampered priests seen such a scene? They turned around and ran away. Fortunately, they did not walk far. Now they can run back in seven or eight minutes so that the Sword of Time in the train can deal with them.

My heart is pounding, life and death is in danger, I have never run so fast in my life.

Their brains crashed, and they even ignored whether people could outrun horses.

They didn't care about the situation behind them, and they couldn't hear the horses neighing less and less, or the increasingly weak Muron language shouting and killing.

They ran for their lives and forgot the time.     A priest hurried back to the train, exhausted, his legs trembling, and he suddenly collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

The Sword of Time on standby in the train also noticed the movement early.

The deputy heard the news, but he didn't expect that the mission would not be successful. The commander who came from the sky had a high opinion of himself, and brought a few people who were all civil servants to lead the way. He didn't come back, could he have been dead there?

Damn, this train is the only means to return to Aran, except for the section along the railway, it is not safe, and it may be intercepted by the local people at any time.

The eighteen formations of the Sword of Time plus Zoth, a total of thirty-one people, although small in number, but each of them is as powerful as a hundred people. Some have been blessed with miracles and superb swordsmanship, and some have had their throats branded and tongues cut off since childhood, dedicating their entire lives to eternity and the Dragon of Time.

There are also more than ten carriages of heavy canned food, in order to crush Mulon.

"Let's leave some people here, and we'll go over and take a look."

The deputy did not dare to neglect, and led ten Swords of Time wearing white robes and gold-plated dragon-faced helmets, and the thirty heavily-armored priests wearing black iron plate armor, and marched towards the scene of the incident.

A few minutes later.

When the deputy arrived at the scene, people and horses were in chaos, blood was flowing, and the Gobi Desert was immersed in bright red.

Zoth did not even bring a weapon when he left, and only used a scimitar seized from a resistance soldier.

He only used a knife.

There is nothing in this world that a knife cannot cut.

The only consideration is whether the knife is fast enough.

Among dozens of horses, there were still more than ten left, and the cuts on the rest of the heads were as smooth as mirrors.

Among all the people, only one was left alive, and the heads of the others rolled on the ground.

The deputy just reached the end of the battle, and a head seemed to have just been cut off, blinking and freezing from time to time.

The only wound on all creatures was the flat cross-section of the neck, which was still bubbling with blood, and was extremely alive.

No knife was not fatal.

It was just harvesting, like a wind sickle sweeping across a wheat field, nothing more.

Not only the deputy, but also the Sword of Time under the helmet was surprised. There will be a time when human power will be exhausted. Even if it is a general of the military, with a small number of people against a large number of people and exhausted physical strength, he can only be killed.

The commander-in-chief of this operation is not simple.

The only survivor is a young man, lying on the ground, with Zote holding a knife to his throat, crying.

Their explosives were just crude black gunpowder barrels tied with packhorses. The young man walked at the end because the packhorses were carrying heavy loads, so he escaped the fate of being harvested.

Zote pondered for a while, and begged his former subordinate Marcus that the opportunity he had finally obtained must be taken step by step.

There must be room for this matter, and we must not kill them all.

"In the town we are going to later, you tie the heads of your colleagues with ropes and hang them under the city gate, and I will spare the lives of everyone in this town.

Otherwise, I will use the excuse of investigating the resistance army to massacre this place.

Besides.

You can convert to the Church."

Zote put down the scimitar in his hand, but also cut some of the boy's flesh, bleeding, which is the best.

The deputy knew that he came here to violently set up a church, but would it be a bit too much?

"There is no need to hang the heads for public display. We want to assimilate, not occupy."

The deputy suggested.

"If you don't do this, how do you know if they are obedient to you on the surface, but secretly follow their own will? The Church is rich enough to rival a country, and we will provide relief to those who were robbed by Crocodile Island."

There are some things that Zote will not say.

The Arameans believe in the existence of the Dragon Lord because the believers are giving them benefits.

How many people really serve the Dragon Lord?

Power is really wonderful, the charity obtained by plunder, but the slaves are fanatical about this whip that makes people ignorant.