Devil's Journey

Chapter 284

In the solemn and simple church, it has been re-arranged. In the deepest part, there is a statue, a sculpture of a demon sitting on a skull throne, which was carved with the real body of Julian's demon.

On the high platform under the original statue, Julian put on a new iron-gray military uniform, straight military trousers tucked into long military boots, and several medals on his chest.

She has long white hair and a shawl, and a mask covering the upper half of her face. There are strange red and blue magic lights shining in her eyes, and the corners of her lips are slightly raised, showing a domineering arrogance.

Demon, not arrogant, not arrogant, how dare you call him a demon, modesty and politeness are not the true qualities of my demon family.

Julian, holding a pointer, had a large map beside him, depicting the three forces. The Heavenly Mandate Army was located in the northwest of Occam City, while the Snake God Cult was stationed in the southeast of Occam City.

Rangna, who was also wearing military uniform, stood on the other side of Julian, like a servant. Rangna, who was carefully dressed by Julian, wore a military cap with a large brim on her head, and her left eye was covered with a mask. Black eyepatch, and a slender one-handed sword hanging from his waist.

The small face was full of pride, as expected it was adjusted by Julian himself, the expression was exactly the same, but compared to Julian, Nana was undoubtedly much cuter.

A large number of defensive buildings built by the three parties in their respective areas were marked on the big map, and the positions gradually extended to form three large defensive areas, and the distance between them was also shortened.

Leila and Liya stood on one side with their swords, while below stood in rows the bishops and priests of the Destiny Church, most of whom were just low-status serfs or bandits a few months ago.

Those with higher status were originally wandering knights, small mercenary captains, down-and-out adventurers, etc., but it is different now. Leaped to become a master.

The original aristocratic lords all ran away with their heads in their hands, and those who had no time to run away with their heads in their hands died suddenly, and their families, wives and daughters became concubines in the houses of these upstarts.

Of course, the ones with the best quality will definitely be picked first, and they will be professionally trained as nuns who serve the Lord of Destiny, and there is no need to exchange vitality for combat power.

However, Destiny Sect emphasizes teaching without discrimination, regardless of origin, regardless of gender, if those women are willing to work hard, they will not be assigned as objects. In fact, there are indeed many courageous women who choose to build their own camp. , by desperately avoiding humiliation.

God helps those who help themselves. Although the destiny favors everyone, it favors those who are willing to work hard. This is the teaching of the destiny religion.

It's just that the Destiny Cult has a little more fairness, the fairness of the devil.

"The deployment of this battle is like the serpent of Mount Tyrell. When you hit the head, you will reach the tail." Julian's pointer first clicked on the Destiny Cult, and then the Zombie Cult. Well, it was quite appropriate.

"If you hit the tail, you will reach the head, and if you hit the middle, you will reach the end." The pointer was pressed on Occam City, and Julian ended his speech with confidence.

Leila's eyelids drooped slightly, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, but she still managed not to complain. As for Liya on the other side, she stretched out her hands and clapped without saying a word. They followed suit and applauded.

Although the disciples below were a little confused about the chief envoy who came by air, since the two powerful envoys were so respectful, this chief envoy must be even stronger.

That being the case, just lick it.

"Congratulations, sir!"

The sound of flattery mixed with applause lasted for a long time, until Liya stopped applauding, the congregants below slowly stopped, but some congregants insisted on delaying the scattered applause in order to show their loyalty. Ten seconds later, it's over.

But Master You is very pleased, such a lick. No, such loyalty must be rewarded.

The new year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but there is a scorching breath in the air, called the breath of war.

It's time to fight again.

The Great Banner of Destiny stands tall on the top of the city, and the same flags are planted on the many small forts built around the periphery, and various statues of the Holy Lord of Destiny are everywhere.

Before every meal, no matter the bishop or the serf, they would sincerely pray and bow down to the icon that looked like a devil.

Put hope in the asylum of destiny.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Locke woke up. After waking up, the former serf froze for a while, and then slowly regained consciousness.

There was the snoring of other people in the barracks, and there was a sour smell. There was no way, the Datong bunk for ten people was like this, but it was much better than the huts of the serfs.

Wrapped in a thick old quilt, Locke recalled the bragging of a colleague yesterday. When he was carrying things for a lord pastor, he saw the wife of the lord pastor, a white, fat, domineering lady.

For the poor serfs, the white and fat noble ladies are like the lovers in their dreams. You must know that the wives and daughters of the serfs often look thin and fleshy due to the heavy pressure of life and malnutrition. Any closer, and it would look haggard.

Therefore, even if the nobles recruit maids from those serf families, they will select some young girls from the serf families and bring them back to grow up.

Locke was told by his companion that his heart was itchy, and the oily drunkard randomly gestured at the lady's plump chest, bucket waist, and butt that was bigger than a washbasin, how comfortable it was to hold.

In short, after just solving food and clothing, Locke couldn't help thinking that he was already an instructor. Although it was not enough, as long as he continued to work hard to kill the enemy, he might be able to advance to Bronze, and then embrace the beauty.

I didn't know how long I thought about it in a chaotic way, until the loud horn sounded, Locke was stunned for a moment, and then quickly got up, and the originally quiet barracks immediately became noisy.

Locke put on the leather jacket, put on the chain mail, and the black burqa, hung the dagger and short sword on his waist, and put away other sundries. Then he raised the halberd, which was left by the dead teacher. War halberd.

Locke, who walked out of the room, trembled suddenly, and almost retreated into the house again, but soon, his companions pushed him out.

"Hey, boy, don't be in a daze, put on your helmet, it is said that the Royal Army is approaching, and the arrows shot by those nobles will kill you."

It was Locke's team leader who spoke, a vicious man with a scar on his face, who was said to have been a bandit, but after getting in touch with him, Locke found that although he spoke a bit aggressively, he was a nice person and didn't like to bully others.

With the flow of people, Locke and his companions had breakfast together. Several kinds of vegetables were mixed with barley to make porridge. There was also a small amount of minced pork in the porridge.

　Only then did I realize that it was already the end of the month, so maybe it will explode again next month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)