The Rise of the Cemetery

(Today’s chapter involves too many follow-up world patterns, so it is extremely difficult to write. Thanks again for the big red envelopes of you and Yixianguang, An Jing Jing, and you)

The death of the mind flayer apparently threw the ambush team into disarray.

The remaining illithid was no one to die for. Seeing that the situation was not good, he summoned a few spiritual servants to block the swift attack of the two Condemned Knights, and then sneaked away.

Due to the haste of leaving, it didn't even bother to take away its own spiritual servant.

It is conceivable that even if this guy escapes back to the group, he will become a soft-legged crab due to his great loss of strength. You must know that before illithids grow into mind flayers, a large part of their strength depends on these powerful mind servants with reasonable occupations. Once it has nothing, its right to speak in the ethnic group will drop unprecedentedly, and it can only be reduced to the bottom stepping stone.

Now that the mind flayers are dead and the illithids have fled, the remaining subterranean creatures have become headless chickens, without their previous bravery and unity. Without the suppression of mind flayers' psychic powers, these powerful creatures collected from all over the underground world can fight on their own, so how can they work together to resist the charge of the Condemned Knights on the battlefield!

The tree falls and the hozen scatter.

Most of these underground creatures that got rid of the shackles of their minds due to the death of their hosts instantly dispersed, and only the remaining mind servants of the illithids continued to attack the human knights under the influence of mind hints. But the really powerful guys were all killed in the battle just now, and the remaining crooked melons and dates are really useless.

Therefore, within a quarter of an hour, the battle in this sparsely forested area was over.

Countess Wen Lier, who led the team, couldn't help feeling sad when the casualties were counted after the battle.

The Anshijiabao local army that I brought injured more than 170 people.

Obviously it was a big win.

Nearly a hundred underground creatures were killed, and the battle damage ratio between humans and underground creatures was even lower than 2:1. But Wen Lier knew very well that this was the result of the team of convict knights independently blocking another group of more ferocious underground creatures.

If there was no convict knight squad to follow in this battle, I am afraid that the entire Ansgarburg local army will be filled in, and it will only end in defeat.

The ferocity of the underground creatures and the insidiousness of the mind flayer group were enough to wipe out her previous little thoughts.

Although the theocracy's oppression of the royal power made her resentful, but if it really lost the powerful church power, whether the Xilarg Kingdom could continue to stand on the Klein Continent with only secular power would become a huge unknown.

Thinking of the temples and altars in cities and villages, big and small, greedy bishops and priests, and the scene of His Majesty the King kneeling in front of the Pope and begging for blessings, she couldn't help but feel an unwilling anger.

But riding horses and walking on the terrifying battlefield littered with corpses, listening to the painful wailing of the wounded soldiers, Wen Lier's heart was always heavy, and she didn't know how to choose her own path.

As a temporary local legion, this army did not have its own priests, but spent a lot of money to invite two low-level priests from Ansjiabao, where it was stationed, to accompany the team. After such a battle, the number of wounded warriors was close to three digits, so how could only two low-level priests of the third and fourth levels be enough.

Only one-fifth of the wounded were treated, and the magic spells of the two priests were exhausted, and the rest of the wounded could only be treated and bandaged by the doctors accompanying the army. For those seriously injured numbers whose sternums were crushed by the minotaur and the bear goblins, and their stomachs were pierced, everyone could only helplessly watch them die in agony and howling.

The priest accompanying the convict knight team may still have a lot of magic skills left. But she is a member of the Knights of the Church, and all the magic power needs to be reserved for emergencies. So there is nothing I can do about it, I can only hide from a distance.

While sending people to clean up the battlefield thoroughly, while sending the remaining cavalry squads out to hunt down the fleeing underground creatures, Wen Lier, as the commander, was very busy. Fortunately, the convict knights did not fight for their merits. Except for the head of the mind flayer, they gave everything to the countess and the others.

This made Wen Lier's mood even more complicated!

Hurry up and hurry up, and finally before nightfall, this army was able to enter Kern City.

After arriving in Kern City, Wen Lier ran into several local troops with similar identities to her Ansgarburg local army. They all suffered heavy casualties, and they barely fled into Kern City. All the militia fighters brought were wounded, and the wounded with bandages filled the streets of Kern City. The sound of pain and wailing was unbearable to hear.

Compared with the huge sacrifice, the results they obtained are very few.

Except for a very few troops who brought back some corpses of drow and harpies, most of them found nothing. The Kushui County militia vaguely became the leader of the militia, because they brought back 3 minotaur corpses.

Of course, this doesn't mean that other militias didn't gain anything when they were attacked and killed by underground creatures. But when they couldn't win the final victory and could only barely break through the blockade of the illithid squad, no matter how many underground creatures they killed on the battlefield, they couldn't bring them all out.

However, the Kushui County militia was able to snatch the corpses of 3 Minotaurs in the chaos, which is enough to show that their troops were not beaten by the enemy and disarmed, and they were defeated. This has already proved their strength from the side.

Just as the leaders of the militia were waiting for the city lord to be received in the square in front of the city hall, the Fort Anscar local legion arrived late. When Countess Wen Lier walked into the square with her men, all the militia groups couldn't help paying attention, and naturally retreated to the sides, giving way to the central avenue.

For no other reason, in the small wooden cage raised high by several militia fighters walking in front of Countess Wenlier, the shocking head of the illithid was too eye-catching.

To be honest, seeing the terrifying octopus head of the illithid again, the leaders of the militia present seemed to have returned to the previous tragic fight. All of them had red eyes, trembling bodies, and even a few guys screamed in horror, obviously frightened by the illithids.

A middle-aged man was watching the arrival of Wen Lier and his party with a complicated expression.

This person has a rough face, a messy beard on his chin, a tall and generous body, wearing a set of thickened silver full-body armor, and besides being wild, he also has a touch of arrogance unique to nobles.

"Guedes, so you've come! Is your journey going well?" Wen Lier obviously knew this rough-looking guy. And from her speech and behavior, it can be seen that this majestic knight-like fellow is equal to her, and is also an earl with real power.

You must know that the Xilarg Kingdom has experienced a peaceful and comfortable life for thousands of years, and there are not many powerful nobles who can really fight on horseback. And in this religious country where politics and religion are united, in the looming power struggle between the Morning Light Church and the national royal family, the royal family is indisputably at an absolute disadvantage.

In a country where the Tritheism is in power, the change of the kingdom's regime depends entirely on the Pope's will. Even if a king ascends to the throne, if he does not get the approval and baptism of the Pope, then his position will always be unstable, and sooner or later he will step down due to various unbearable reasons.

Facing the majestic and sacred Church of Morning Light, every His Majesty the King must bow his bow and kneel before the Pope's knees to pray for blessings, and voluntarily become the people of God.

And the Temple of Morning Light built in major cities across the country has become a vampire that the nobles secretly hate. Nearly 40% of the annual financial revenue will be levied by the temple as a "tribute" to maintain the daily expenses of the temple.

As for those believers who believe in Losander, the god of morning light, as long as their faith reaches the level of piousness, they will automatically become the people of the god. Since then, they no longer have to pay any taxes, and they don't have to bow down when they see nobles, and they become "nobles" without titles.

For the sake of convenience and vanity, many businessmen even bribed the bishops of the local temples to obtain the qualifications of "pious believers" for themselves, and thus became a "big man" on an equal footing with the local nobles.

For this kind of decree from the gods, which greatly disrupted the origin and order of the nobles, the nobles and nobles only dared to complain in secret, but never dared to question the will of the gods in public.

But what made the nobles of the kingdom intolerable the most was the invasion of the secular government by the power of the temple. The Temple of Morning Light always uses the name of God to interfere in local government affairs, openly favors the people of God in various commercial and economic disputes, and even openly opposes the decrees of local nobles for this reason.

As a result, in those large and medium-sized cities, some of the most lucrative and most critical positions were occupied by people selected by the temple. Some low-level nobles want to get enough food and clothing, but they still have to rely on the breath of the bishops of the temple, pat their horses, and walk their way.

Therefore, under the calm and peaceful surface of the Xilarg Kingdom, the suppression of royal power by theocracy has reached an unbearable level for the nobles.

However, the total number of the three major knight groups in the Temple of Morning Light is 5,000, and there are tens of thousands of magical practitioners of all levels, plus the high and mighty God of Morning Light. Wang Quan wants to fight against him, just like an ant shakes a big tree, not only can't hurt the Church of Morning Light, but also smashes himself to pieces.

It is not uncommon for kings to have opposed the Church of Morning Light in history. The church doesn't even need to mobilize the church's armed forces. All it needs is for the pope to issue an order accusing the king of being a "false king". Naturally, countless fanatics and devout believers will gather in the capital of the kingdom and launch riots to persecute "the king." Pseudo-king" stepped down.

After countless times of "friction" between kingship and theocracy, the Hilalg royal family finally admitted the reality, honestly became a puppet king, and obeyed the instructions of the archbishop of the church in everything. In order to show his piety to the Pope, the previous king of Bragg even ordered that the future heirs of the kingdom who want to be crowned kings must first practice for three years in the Great Shrine of Morning Light and become a devout believer before they are eligible to inherit the throne.

This is undoubtedly another great compromise of royal power to divine power.