Black sail

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 could not be broken.

Aran is not just Dugri. As the capital of Casta Province, and a capital of art formed by the collections and cultural relics confiscated from various countries, its economy has always ranked among the top ten.

The status of Napoleon's Paris is the same as that of Duguli.

This country is like milk tea with milk cap, the upper and lower layers have different tastes.

Under the military government, investment in medical care and education is very limited, which has also led to a huge cultural gap.

There are indeed a lot of intellectuals, but there are countless illiterates. The transitional children are rare animals. Most of them are forced to go to school by their elders if they have slightly better conditions, but they are really not cut out for it, and there is no corresponding path. It is better for them to drop out of prenatal education and join the Adventurer's Guild for a few bottles. Knowledge is monopolized.

Although the influence of the royal court was infinitely magnified, the local nobles might also be illiterate and could make decisions on a whim when handling criminal cases.

Most people can only afford to work hard, and in towns and villages far away from transportation hubs, which are the most widespread places, take Garen's hometown, for example, people are just struggling to make ends meet. Will Black Sword Mingyan go to the countryside to give you a color TV?

Don't expect the emperor's soldiers to think of the common people. If you are wronged and disturb the emperor's drinking, they will kill you with a single blow.

At this time, you need the clergy of the Eternal Church to help you solve the problem and act as a parent official.

Under this kind of balance, Aram finally reached a state of equilibrium. The blankest but also the most important part of the country, the cultural field, was controlled by the Pope.

In Aram, where the military, police, secret agents and special agents are rampant, people's awe of the emperor is more of fear. He can kill a dragon with ease and violently kill the old Aramean king to thank the world. He is a man even more evil than the chief of the secret service. Who would dare not be afraid?

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, don't get involved. Fucking pagans, are you begging for food in Alan? Foreign countries are like horse urine, while Alan is a national cellar, soft in the mouth and a thin throat.

Without the Eternal Sect, the Emperor would be able to impose heavy taxes and levies, expand madly, and accelerate his path to dominating the Western Continent and becoming king.

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

The two work together reliably, making it the number one company in the mainland today as stable as a rock. Although it has risen rapidly, its foundation is as solid as a rock, and its heavenly soldiers can kill people everywhere.

But in a power struggle, two heroes cannot coexist. If the tiger throws and the dragon grabs, one of them will be injured.

After more than 20 years of confrontation, the contradiction has gradually become unreconcilable and out of control. This is a major issue, no joke. It requires fighting without breaking, and competing without hurting.

We must fight, and we have to decide when, where, and who to call.

Whoever loses gives in.

There are results already.

If the movement is to be carried forward, there will inevitably be war and chaos, and the time is right.

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

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

It can be said to be harmonious among people.

Crocodile Island not only left Zote and his crew at the supply station, but also gave them a surprise gift.

The local resistance forces in Mulong are full of crazy people under the blessing of the belief in the Holy God. Once there is a weak point in the garrison front, the resistance army will definitely bite this gap and destroy the railway.

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

Even Crocodile Island had to admire these ignorant people. They believed that they were blessed by the Holy God and were invulnerable to swords and guns after being baptized with water dipped in the scriptures. They were so ignorant that it was almost tragic. They were willing to destroy the railway even with a bloody attack.

And Crocodile Island just killed them like dogs.

What Crocodile Island lacks the least is workers and materials, so they can just continue to do so, and it will also be easier to make more money from Cicero.

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

The desolate wilderness and the foreign yellow sand.

The sound of horse hooves clattered as dozens of brown horses came galloping over, with smoke and dust billowing. Those foreigners held flares in their hands, had scimitars on their waists, wore turbans covering their faces, and had their feet bandaged.

The deputy's worries were not unfounded. The missionary journey was full of difficulties, with internal and external enemies coming one after another.

Eager to establish his authority and demonstrate his abilities so that his subordinates would be convinced by him, Zote only brought a few civilian priests with him.

The pampered priest had never seen such a scene before, so he turned around and ran away. Fortunately, they didn't go far, and they had seven or eight minutes to run back so that the Sword of Time in the train could deal with them.

My heart was pounding, I was in life-and-death crisis. I had never run so fast in my life.

Their brains freeze and they even ignore the question of whether a man can outrun a horse.

He paid no attention to the situation behind him. He could no longer hear the horses neighing less and less frequently, or the increasingly faint shouts of the Mulong language that had stopped moving forward.

Running like crazy, he forgot about time. A priest hurried back to the train, exhausted, his legs trembling, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The Sword of Time, who was on standby inside the train, also noticed the movement early on.

When the deputy heard the news, he didn't expect that the mission would fail. The commander who was sent from heaven had a high opinion of himself and brought a few people, all of whom were civilian officials, to lead the troops. He didn't come back. Could it be that he has already died there?

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

The eighteen formations of the Sword of Time plus Zoth, a total of thirty-one people. Although the number is small, each of them is capable of defeating a hundred people. They are blessed with miracles and have superb swordsmanship. Some of them have had their throats branded and their tongues cut off since childhood, dedicating their entire lives to eternity and the Dragon of Time.

There were also more than ten carriages of heavily-packed canned goods, in order to crush Mullon.

"Let's leave some people here and go over to take a look."

The deputy did not dare to delay 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 lying on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere, and the Gobi Desert was immersed in bright red.

Zote left without a weapon, only a scimitar he had seized from a resistance fighter.

He only uses a knife.

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

The only consideration is whether the knife is fast enough.

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

Among all the people, only one was left alive, and the heads of the rest were rolling on the ground.

The deputy just saw the end of the battle. There was a head that looked like it had just been cut off. It blinked and froze from time to time.

The only wound all the creatures had was the flat cross-section of their necks, which was still bubbling with blood and looked extremely alive.

Not a single blow was not fatal.

It's just harvesting, like a sickle in the wind sweeping through a field of wheat, that's all.

Not only the deputy, but even the Sword of Time under the helmet was surprised. Human power will eventually be exhausted. Even a general in the army, outnumbered and exhausted, can only wait to be killed.

The commander-in-chief of this operation is no simple person.

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

Their explosives were just simple black powder barrels tied to pack horses. Because the pack horses were carrying a heavy load and walked at the end, the young man escaped the fate of being harvested.

Zote pondered for a while and begged his former subordinate Marcus that this opportunity, which was hard to come by, must be taken step by step.

There should be room for maneuver in this matter and we should not kill them all.

"In the town we are going to, 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 as an excuse to massacre this place.

Again.

You can convert to the Church."

Zote put down the scimitar in his hand, but it also cut the boy's flesh a little, and blood oozed out. This was the best.

The deputy knew that this visit was to violently set up the church, but was this a bit too much?
"There's no need to hang heads for public display. We want assimilation, not occupation."

The deputy suggested.

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

There were some things Zote would never say.

The Arameans believed in the existence of the Dragon Lord because their followers were giving them benefits.

How many people truly serve the Dragon Lord?

Power is a wonderful thing, a handout gained through plunder, yet slaves are mad about this whip that makes them foolish.

(End of this chapter)