Realm of Power

The horse's hooves trampled the grass, making a dense stubble sound. Putamia stopped her horse, looked around in the dim light, and took a deep breath of the cold air that hit her face. The dark sky was like a big curtain, which greatly affected her vision. , the bulging black shadows all around indicated that it was surrounded by a forest area. A light appeared in the depression in the distance, and a small hall with a blue spire could be faintly seen.

Night shrouded the earth, and the road ahead was dark. We could only rely on the slight light on the wilderness ground to guide us forward. The soft earth under our feet was deep and shallow. Everyone had their heads lowered. No one was chatting. From time to time, there were sounds in the darkness. The hoarse command from the officer of the Holy City Army came: "Follow those in front and don't fall behind. The Holy City may catch up at any time."

Putamia had a sad smile on her pretty face and turned to ask a Templar captain next to her, "The front should be the village we saw when we entered the Atabi Wetland. Unexpectedly, we turned back again. Tell me, How many people do we have now?”

The Templar Commander said with an ugly expression, "When our army withdrew from the battlefield, there were still more than a thousand soldiers. Along the way, there were countless wounded soldiers left behind, and now there are still more than a hundred soldiers!"

"More than a hundred? With an army of 90,000, these are the only ones left?" Putamia was also frightened by this number. Her fingers holding the reins of the war horse became increasingly pale. She knew that many wounded soldiers would be fleeing along the way. I fell behind halfway, and it was dark, so I had no intuitive impression of how many people had fallen behind. Only now did I know after hearing the words of the Templar Commander. Surprisingly, they lost so much. There were more than a thousand remnant troops, but now only a hundred or so were left. Nine out of ten were left. There is no need to describe the tragedy. The Temple Army fought bloody battles for more than three hours. By the end of the battle, everyone was injured. Wounds are the difference between minor injuries and serious injuries. During this desperate run, even minor injuries turned into serious injuries. Those who were seriously injured had already fallen to the ground on the way.

"Your Highness does not need to be so depressed. I believe they will not blame His Highness. If the Holy City had not secretly colluded with the southern countries this time, His Highness would have already arrived at the Holy Capital. Now that the Empire has sent troops, I believe the Holy City has too much to take care of itself. "As long as His Highness raises his arms, he will definitely get more support." The Templar Commander said with a solemn expression.

This battle was completely won by the Holy City relying on external forces, but even so, the 30,000 people from the Temple Army headquarters also inflicted heavy casualties on the Holy City, defeating the elites from the southern countries in succession. If not for the two wings at the beginning It was defeated, and the outcome of this battle was still a matter of debate. This Templar believed that as long as Her Royal Highness Putamia could protrude from the Atabi Wetland, there would definitely be a chance for a comeback!

Because the Empire’s troop dispatch itself is enough to influence the direction of the Order’s domestic provinces. In the final analysis, no one believes that the Holy City can withstand the Empire’s attack, even with the support of the southern countries. Unless the southern countries are now Forming another coalition of hundreds of thousands of troops and marching into the Order State may still have the possibility to compete with the Empire!

This is the general trend! It can't be changed just by winning a victory in the Holy City.

Potamia's pretty eyes stared at the blue-domed temple in the center of the village in front of her. She suddenly sighed, and her heart was full of complexity. This time she moved northward, which was already her greatest gathering of strength. She moved all the way northward. He is so high-spirited and arrogant that the 90,000-strong army is like a devastation. Wherever it goes, it is invincible. In particular, the 30,000-strong main force that she had almost smashed all her belongings into was the main configuration of the elite and powerful front-line army that was chasing the empire in the north. This was her real trump card for taking over the Holy City. Such power, such The hearts of the people were still defeated in the Battle of Atabi. It can be said to be a heavy blow to the heart of this female pope.

Suddenly, there were some different sounds in the howling north wind, and the leading cavalry suddenly shouted, "There are troops in the village!"

Soon after he said it, before he finished speaking, a ghostly cavalry suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead, and a group of soldiers with dark shadows appeared.

"Everyone is ready to fight and swear to protect His Highness the Pope to the death!"

More than a hundred Temple soldiers shouted urgently and clenched their weapons one after another. A fierce fight was about to begin. In the depressing atmosphere, everyone subconsciously held their breath. The number of enemies on the opposite side was really overwhelming. Astonishing, there are at least two to three thousand. It was like mercury pouring down the ground, rushing towards this side. There was a sound of footsteps on the ground all around. The cold light of the spear could be felt in the night. The killing intent spread, and more than a hundred Temple soldiers surrounded the general. By Damia's side, the sword was shining, the sword was scorching,

Potamia pulled out the knight's sword from her waist with a cold face, and stood proudly in the wind, with a calm expression. What should come will eventually come. She has already determined that this is her last moment, and the Holy City will definitely not To make her rush out of the Atabi Wetland alive, she raised her knight's sword in her right hand and pointed it forward, shouting fiercely toward the front, "I am Pope Putamia, come and chop off my head if you can!"

"Brush!" The figures rushing around stopped for a moment, just like the wind stopped for a moment.

"Your Highness Putamia?"

"In front of you is Her Highness Potamia!,?"

"Found it, found Her Highness Putamia!"

The cheers coming from all around stunned Putamia, and the Templar soldiers were even more confused. What was going on! Judging from the cheers all around, it seems that there is not much malice toward Her Highness Putamia! Soon, the rows of spears surrounding them began to disperse. A dozen cavalrymen surrounded by three noble-looking people rode towards this side. Their eyes fell on the figure of Putamia in front of them. After a pause, he quickly stopped the horse, got off the horse with agility, and then knelt down on one knee towards Potamia in full view of the public. He said respectfully and loudly, "We are the most loyal servants of Her Highness Putamia, Fengtek, the head of the Tap family from the Gale Province, Longfili, the head of the Lancis family from the Afkar Province, and Feitai from the Red Valley leader is here to welcome His Highness! "It's you, Fengtike, Lan Feili, Feitai! How did you enter the Atabi Wetland?"

Putamia stroked the mane of the war horse with her hand, her eyes flashed, and she recognized the three provincial nobles. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together, and she asked, while the knight's sword in her hand still showed no intention of sheathing it. ,; said coldly, "If I remember correctly, the order was for you to stay on the outer edge of Atabi Wetland, but now, you have entered Atabi!"

In extraordinary times, Putamia had no way of knowing which side these regional nobles belonged to. When she was strong, these regional nobles chose to join her. But now that her army had been defeated, she was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog. These regional nobles, who were just like grass on the wall, were cut down. It’s perfectly normal to go out of your way to ask for credit from the Holy City! "When we heard that His Highness was defeated and worried about His safety, we led the army into Atabi. Not only our three families, but also other families entered Atabi. Just because we didn't know where Your Highness was, we could only choose our own way. We spread out to search. Unexpectedly, we were so lucky that when we were resting here, we met His Highness "Then The nobleman named Fengtek raised his head excitedly and reported the decision made by the nobles at the edge of Atabi Wetland to Putami in detail. He also said that after a joint resolution by nobles from all over the country, they decided to support Putami. Ya, I am willing to hand over the command of the 30,000-strong army to Putamia, so that Putamia can attack the Holy City again! "The news of finding His Highness has been sent out. I believe that all the families will gather here soon. If Your Highness doesn't believe it, just wait patiently." Feng Taike put his right hand on his chest and saluted, looking extremely loyal and vowed.

"You mean the Imperial Army occupied the Holy Capital?"

Putamia bit her lip with her jade-like teeth, and her pretty face turned pale slightly in pain. She took a deep breath and asked in a solemn voice. Until this moment, she didn't know how the imperial cavalry suddenly came to the battlefield. !

He, the Holy Capital Army, and the Southern Alliance Army were fighting in front of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The two sides combined to fight with more than 200,000 troops. It was going crazy. Unexpectedly, behind the scenes, the Imperial Army easily captured the Holy Capital! Putamia's heart was bleeding when she thought that all the hard work she had put in had been wasted, and that all 30,000 elite members of her headquarters had been lost. This time, it was even worse than the battle at Lutia Castle!

Putamia's eyes flashed, and her hand holding the reins of the war horse tightened, loosened, and then tightened again.

Even if these 30,000 noble private troops cannot capture the Holy City, they can at least make the Holy City unable to pursue them, turning the original complete failure into a temporary failure. The initiative to advance northward is still in their own hands. This is better than being completely defeated and being covered up by the Holy Capital Army until he is captured or beheaded. "Too many," Your Highness, these nobles are unreliable in extraordinary times. "Someone whispered next to Putamia. "The nobles have always been helpless. Your Highness's army is at hand, or they can still be used. Now His Highness's army is no longer available. "How could these nobles still follow His Highness?" the Templar Commander next to him also suggested.

The empire...that damn fat guy! So shameless!

Gritting her teeth, Putamia did not hear the voices of the Templars in her mind. Instead, what flashed through her mind was the last scene of the Battle of Lutia Castle. The Imperial Armored Cavalry trampled Emperor Eero's formation on horseback. Emperor Eero was filled with grief and anger. The screams and curses, what a similar scene, the same sharp throat sealing sword, the same stunned people,

"Now the Holy City side is counterattacking the Holy City and has already fought against the Imperial Army. The Holy City side would not have thought that His Highness would come back so quickly. By then, the Holy City Army will be defeated. Even if His Highness does not have the Holy Capital, he will still be the religious order. He is the lord of the country." Fengtike carefully glanced at Pope Putamia, whose face was a little strangely red.

"The Lord of the Order Country!"

Putamia trembled slightly when she was stimulated. She came back to her senses and murmured in a low voice. She was really tempted. What Fengtek said was correct. If the Holy Capital Army is destroyed, it will no longer matter whether there is a Holy Capital or not. , 30,000 troops! , before, she looked down on these noble private armies because Putamia was confident that with her 30,000 elites from the headquarters, 60,000 border troops, and 90,000 troops, she could wipe out everything in the Holy City. In fact, even just 30,000 elites from the headquarters were enough. , so the other two wings were only used as auxiliary, but I didn't expect that the Holy City would be joined by the Southern Allied Forces. As a result, the two wings were caught off guard and were penetrated directly. The center line was independently supported and they fought for several hours.

Even if the 30,000 elite troops of our headquarters were really hard-hitting, they were all beaten and melted by the Southern Allied Forces and the Holy Capital Army. In the end, the army was defeated like a mountain. Just when there was no way out, the 30,000 troops suddenly fell like this In front of him, this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a comeback. If you miss it, you will never get it again!

The wind is high and the night is dark. It is a perfect opportunity to sneak back. The wetland is cold at night and wet in the morning. The Holy City Army will definitely light torches and advance. How can the Imperial Cavalry let the Holy City Army easily approach the Holy City? They will definitely harass and block along the way. The Holy City Army has just experienced a war and is exhausted. Now they are rushing back. I am afraid that they can only use 50% of their strength at most.

As for the threat from the Imperial Army, it is the least worrying for Pudamiya. Others don’t know, but Pudamiya knows that the Empire’s attack on the Holy City seems to have taken a big advantage, but in fact, the real beneficiary is herself. Otherwise, at this moment, it is not the Holy City Army that has to return in a hurry, but it will chase her all the way and kill her completely.

As long as the Holy City Army is destroyed, she will become the master of the Church State. With her relationship with the fat man, even if she pays some price after the war, she will get the money from the fat man. It is not impossible to take back the Holy City

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Pudamiya's lips. She suddenly found that after the disastrous defeat, the right time, right place, and right people all seemed to be on her side. The chance of victory has never been so clear in her hands.

If it is said that all this is like an invisible hand gently adjusting the direction of the entire battle, Pudamiya would definitely sneer at it before. This is no longer human power. Pudamiya even believes that the god she served before does not have such power. But at this moment, she clearly feels that

There is indeed someone manipulating this battle. That person is not a god, but a person, a despicable and great person. The fat man can actually manipulate this war in the cult through hundreds of miles of inland sea with an unknown means! Ruthless in his moves, decisive in his killings, he played with more than 100,000 enemies in his hands

The Temple Army, the Holy City Army, the Southern Alliance Army, the Private Army of the Nobles

Even himself, I am afraid that he is a chess piece in the hands of this guy. No wonder the outside world says that the whole world is a chess game in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor. Even as a chess piece, he can only vaguely guess something at the end!

"If you really believe me, I will take you back!"

Pudamia responded to the nobles' request. Two hours later, the 30,000 noble private armies that gathered together took advantage of the night to advance northward and headed towards the Holy City again. The infantry groups were like waves of tides. Some came from a distance and could be heard vaguely, but it was also possible to hear the rumbling sound of thousands of people's footsteps. Some sounded nearby, the running team, the shouting of the messenger, everything gathered into a huge stream of soldiers. Pudamia immediately drew his sword and felt for the first time that victory was so close, just in a position where he could easily pick it up with his hand!