These big shots are actually me

So Mozo nodded.

Then, when Mozo rode up to Medivh, he drew his saber and chopped off Medivh's head.

When Medivh's head and body rolled down separately.

Mozo also drove his horse forward.

Wait until Medivh's body completely rolls to the bottom.

Mozuo also happened to get off his horse and walked to the statue of the goddess in the center of the cathedral.

When Mozo arrived, the statue transformed into a goddess and the altar transformed into a throne.

At the end of the Great Solemnity, on top of the corpses of countless blasphemers.

Mozo is back on his throne!

377 Passing the level in a daze (4k5)

The goddess found her king, and spring returned to this land.

Although the war has just ended, everyone who survived knows that the harsh winter that left countless people underground forever has passed!

When Mozo and the goddess returned to the Great Cathedral, the last remaining church forces in the Bitter Cold Land also chose to surrender.

Because after even the Holy Mountain fell, they could no longer deceive themselves and others.

However, some guys took advantage of the chaos and escaped, either hiding in the ice and snow, or fleeing outside the parish.

But a bunch of homeless dogs don’t need to worry too much.

When the rectification in the Bitter Cold Land is completed, none of these people will be able to escape!

It is now the third day of Mozo's return to the Holy Mountain.

In the past three days, the interior of the Holy Mountain has basically been reorganized, and what is currently being done is post-war repairs.

However, there were stains of blood that could not be washed away in the throne room where Mozo was.

Because Medivh personally killed members of his own faction here before he begged for death.

Therefore, the blood stains of these people were left in this ancient hall. It is not known how Medivh killed them. In short, these blood stains are almost impossible to wash away.

Arwen once proposed to directly renovate this place.

But Mozo refused.

First, there was no need to spend the extra money, and second, Mozo felt that leaving these indelible blood stains here would help alert subsequent clerics.

In the blood-stained hall, Mozuo sat on his throne rubbing the corners of his eyes.

He barely closed his eyes for the past three days. Everyone was focused on dealing with the aftermath.

Under Mozo, Arwen was still reporting the results of the past few days.

"To sum up, Your Majesty, we can currently ensure that the major cities and surrounding areas have completed the elimination of blasphemers. Although there are still a small number of blasphemers in other inaccessible places, it should not be a cause for concern."

Mozuo, who rubbed the corners of his eyes, expressed his understanding, and then asked again:

"What about the prisoner? How is the prisoner doing now?"

Arwen turned the page of the document in her hand and said:

"This is a big problem, Your Majesty."

Hearing that it was a big problem, Mo Zuo cheered up and asked:

"How to say?"

"Although the prisoners are currently peaceful, my lord, their number is too great!"

The number of these prisoners has reached such a level that it seriously interferes with post-war reconstruction. After all, it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to look after such a large number of unemployed people.

As for putting them right into rebuilding or production?

First, the cost is still huge, and second, most of these pampered guys are not easy to work with at all.

So these captives became a huge problem.

"A large amount? Didn't I say that those who can be pardoned will be pardoned directly?"

The definition of blasphemer in this world is very broad, so Mozo signed a pardon on the first day to pardon most of the wrongdoers who had no choice and no enjoyment.

However, Mozo did not completely pardon them, but only allowed them to temporarily avoid being convicted of blasphemy. Afterwards, they still need to contribute enough to post-war reconstruction to be completely exonerated.

This was a pleasant surprise for many prisoners, because it was an unimaginable good thing to be forgiven of blasphemy as long as they worked hard to rebuild their homes.

Therefore, Mozo felt that if this was done, he would not have to worry about another riot caused by too many prisoners, nor would he need to worry about the group of people causing trouble after being let go because they had nothing to do.

"Yes, but even so, their number is still shockingly large!"

Arwen looked a little ashamed when she said this.

Because most of these people are 'pure' clergy.

In theory, they are subordinates of Arwen and the others.

"How can it still be like this?"

Mo Zuo was a little surprised. He originally thought that not many people would be left after his pardon was announced.

Is the number of results still so large?

But when he thought about the situation when he arrived, Mo Zuo felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

After sighing again, Mozuo said to Arwen:

"Then make arrangements. Execute those people who do not need trial as soon as possible."

Mozuo originally wanted to continue talking, but Arwen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Then there won't be any problem."

"ah?!"

Mo Zuo was a little stunned when he heard this. What does it mean that it won’t be a problem after executing those who don’t need to be tried?

Is it possible that most of the remaining prisoners were executed without even a trial?

Did I understand it wrong, or did you understand it wrong, or is their composition really so extreme?

"Um?!"

Arwen also looked at Mozo in surprise. What's the problem?

Immediately, Arwen suddenly bowed and said:

"As you can imagine, they are really these extreme compositions."

Mozo was shocked again.

How did they survive such a horrible situation without collapsing?

Is the error tolerance rate brought about by extraordinaryness so high?

Although Mo Zuo felt that it was difficult to achieve the goal of defeating the superior in the extraordinary world, he also felt that everything had a limit. In situations like this, this limit should have been exceeded long ago.

As a result, I am still young.

Mozuo couldn't help but sigh and asked again:

"How's the rearrangement of the obelisk going?"

"It's basically finished!"

"So fast?"

"It was just a matter of putting it back in place, which wasn't difficult."

"Yes, the floor heating system should also be put on the agenda."

"I've already had someone draw up a proposal. Do you want to take a look at it now?"

"certainly."

While Mozo accepted the proposal to reinstall the floor heating system, he asked Arwen:

"Is there anything big going on around here?"

"Our spies sent news that the orcs have gathered in large numbers in the Moss Mountains. Many of them are slaves transported from our side by God Leia. And they seem to want to establish a country? Your Majesty, we What needs to be done?”

Mozo continued to read through the proposals in his hand without raising his head and said:

"No need, the war has ended long ago."

The Moss Mountains are harsh mountains and rivers that are even more difficult than a bitter cold land. Although it occupies a large area, the place is so bad that no one has ever thought about it since ancient times.

At most, it is just a nominal declaration of possession. In recent years, there are no countries that even nominally occupy the Moss Mountains. Because everyone feels it is embarrassing to occupy an undeveloped territory that is larger than the area under their actual control...

At the same time, on the first day after his coronation, Mozo immediately shut down all the extraordinary ranches in the Bitter Cold Land and pardoned all the slaves.

Therefore, Mozo, who had completely separated from the old church, had no reason or necessity to trouble the orcs.

"Your will."

Arwen bowed lightly again and said this information:

"There is another piece of unconfirmed information that I think you should know, and that is that the false god Sanchez is suspected of becoming a regular employee!"

This time, Mozo finally put down the proposal in his hand.

"Is this news reliable?"

"At the moment it's just some rumors and rumors, but I personally think it's probably true."

Sanchez's godhood ceremony requires his own prophecies to get back what the world has lost and thus change the world's structure.

Mozo didn’t find any current situation changed because of Sanchez, but Mozo didn’t wait for Sanchez’s contact.

Judging from the fact that Sanchez, who was eager to complete the ritual to survive, did not grasp at his own life-saving straw, did Sanchez really succeed?

But how did he do it?

Or is Laia's death and the destruction of the Old Church related to his prophecy?

Because he has been working under a heavy load, Mo Zuo, who is a little confused at the moment, cannot clearly see the twists and turns here.

But Mozo intuitively felt that the cooperation between him and Sanchez might end there.

Although it was a bit regretful, Mozo didn't think it was a big loss. After all, he had gotten a terrible prophecy from Sanchez that he didn't want to hear at all but was really useful.

Then even Mo Zuo thought this was normal. Because he is not the original, he cannot make everything move forward according to his own ideas.

No, the original could not do this, otherwise, how could there be a so-called blasphemy war?

Mozo understood this a long time ago.

After nodding, Mozo said to Arwen:

"ok, I get it."

After saying that, Mozo focused his attention on the proposal in his hand again.

"And is there anything else?"

This time it was not Arwen who answered Mozo, but Ilúvatar!

Ilúvatar, who had walked behind Mozo at some point, suddenly reached out and pressed Mozo's temples. While massaging Mozo's temples, he whispered to Mozo:

"Besides, it's time for you to take a rest."

Mozo then woke up and looked at Ilúvatar behind him, who responded with a gentle smile. Then, after massaging it for a while, he directly took the proposal from Mo Zuo’s hand and said:

"Okay, my majesty, go and rest quickly. You have been too pushy these days."

Mozo wanted to say something, but soon found that he had almost no strength to stand up.

After shaking his head and smiling helplessly, he reluctantly stood up, held Ilúvatar's hand and said:

"Then it's up to you."

Ilúvatar looked into Mozo's eyes and smiled:

"I'm different from you. I'm a god! This little thing doesn't even count as a warm-up."

This was the truth, so Mo Zuo could only look at him with envy.