Black sail

Chapter 541 CLXXV. Salt Lake City

The capital of Mulong is located in the southeastern part of the country, which is also the area with the most fertile land and abundant arable land.

The railway built from the Alan vassal state does not have to pass through the capital, but only a branch line has been built and completed.

The main line is a large project that runs from the eastern city of Black Rock City across the Koror Highlands.

The elite aristocracy had limited faith in the Holy God of the Mulun state religion, which was a folk product abandoned by the times after being assimilated by Aram.

But the further west you go, the more deeply rooted the religious influence becomes and the harder it is to eradicate.

It's already happening in Salt Lake City.

Ubolliou used the excuse of God to launch a resistance struggle and took fundamentalism as a banner. This was why he was able to attract the support of the so-called International Brigade and the Masonic Alliance Front and was not labeled as a backward regime.

But the real bishop who still exists in the world, who has been stigmatized and turned into a cult organization, has nothing to do with Uporio.

These fanatics who can truly form a fighting organization are the foundation of the divine bishop.

Salt Lake City.

The battle situation at the front is unfavorable. If Crocodile Island stays in Silver Moon City for a long time, in less than half a month, after the railway reaches Music City, the main line will fall into an unprecedented state of suspension.

It was August, and there were only twenty days left before the mainland martial arts competition.

Zote had more or less guessed what Crocodile Island was thinking. Black Sail, which had only joined the alliance a few months ago, caught Crocodile Island off guard.

In fact, the army sent Crocodile Island here because it was a lucrative job, but it was also a tough job.

Even if only a small amount of kickbacks were taken from the military and railway appropriations, it would be a huge amount that ordinary people would not even dare to think about.

But the cost is that it's a gamble.

Crocodile Island has already fallen into the trap of a security war, and is bullying guerrilla forces with sporadic firepower. The targets of its military strikes are not very threatening, so it can only fight with infantry and light armored units.

The magic cannon blew up the resistance army's tents. One shot cost several or even dozens of gold dragons, and shattered a piece of rag into pieces. This situation was very embarrassing.

But the Muron people were very ignorant. The people that Uporio had recruited from backward areas thought they were invulnerable to swords and guns after pouring water blessed by the gods. So they used sabers and backward matchlock guns and faced the strongest army on the earth miserably.

So Crocodile Island has always been able to do well.

But under the guidance of Ren, the deputy general manager of Black Sail Trading Company and a former political prisoner of Pedan, Uporio also chose the most radical approach under pressure.

Muron's land is not Fen's, so he can naturally make suggestions at will.

The three geologists brought back by Micah provided a lot of information, including the direction planning of the main line. Extreme measures have been taken to make the soil on the necessary route desertified and salinized.

Lure Crocodile Island into taking over Drifting City and make a quick decision. This way it is the resistance army that defends the city, and it is Crocodile Island that needs to pay the price for the delay.

As the mainland is holding a martial arts competition, no one will be able to come to Crocodile Island in the near future.

Ubolio is using up his last men and is trying to increase his military might. If he can survive this attack, he will win and can also take advantage of the situation to counterattack and regain the lost land.

I am afraid that Crocodile Island can remain patient and not worry about the delay in the construction period. It will wait until the martial arts competition on the mainland is over and then transfer people from Alan.

The situation has become extremely serious, and both sides are making their final test, and the situation is on the verge of breaking out at any moment.

But Zote didn't care about that.

Don't do porcelain work without diamonds.

However, his recent work reminded him of the years of suppression everywhere, and he was very experienced in how to fight a public security war.

Even if Crocodile Island was defeated, Zote would have to take the lead in fulfilling the Pope's orders and do Crocodile Island's work. As long as it was done well...

In this way, the factional struggle between the royal court and the sect came to an end. The royal court would make concessions, and Zote would return to the pinnacle of power and become the head of the College of Cardinals.

"Stop hiding, you can't run away..."

Zote walked with a knife in his hand, knocking on the metal equipment in the cabin, making constant noises. Salt Lake City got its name because it has the fourth largest salt lake in the Western Continent.

There are many salt-mining ships on the lake. Zote discovers that it is the stronghold of the Holy Bishop, and acts secretly to sweep the place.

One of the large salt-mining ships is made of wood-based materials, but its structure is different from that of ordinary sailboats. It is mainly used for operations on the lake. Its kinetic energy relies on human-powered wooden oars, and it requires hundreds of people to row at the same time. There are salt-mining equipment at the bottom of the huge cabin.

But now it is full of corpses and blood. Zote and the Sword of Time led by him have killed everyone without leaving a single soldier, leaving only the leader who is still hiding.

There were people guarding on the shore, and she was just putting up a futile resistance.

The light from the bottom of the ship was dim, and Zote watched with interest as the salt wells in the ballast tanks were dyed bright red.

Anyone chopped by Zoth died in extreme pain.

His knife skills are very strange. They are not fatal, but the victim will die from heavy blood loss in an instant.

These corpses, dressed in the purple prayer robes of bishops, were usually beheaded, or their limbs were split vertically, starting from the gap between the index and middle fingers, splitting the ulna and radius together with the bones, and then splitting the upper arms in the middle, and the same goes for the feet.

Some heads were the same, split into three pieces and the brains were all over the ground.

He was chopped into pieces like Nezha, bleeding profusely, and his shoes were soaked in blood when they stepped on the board.

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Even the Sword of Time, who was a religious man, was amazed at the cruelty of this man, as if annihilation was only an additional goal and execution was the most necessary.

Zote stretched out his hand to signal the Swords of Time to be quiet, and struck the metal equipment with his saber, making a deafening clanging sound, which stimulated the person hiding. Even if she was a little panicked and her breathing was disordered, Zote would notice it.

And at this time.

On the shore of the salt lake, the scenery is beautiful, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the endless clear salt lake reflects the sparkling waves.

The black horse Terutsuki stopped, Magnus loosened the reins and dismounted.

He had arrived in Salt Lake City a few days earlier.

But Salt Lake City is too big. It is one of the few production cities in Muron. Before the war broke out, most of the salt merchants along the coast east of the Narrow Sea purchased their goods from here.

It was only today that I found out where Zote was.

Magnus looked at the dozens of salt-mining ships on the shore that had temporarily stopped operating due to the war. If the news was correct, Zote was on one of the ships.

It seems his judgment was correct.

A group of about a hundred heavily armored priests in steel plate armor gathered on the shore, as well as several Swords of Time wearing dragon-masked helmets and pure white robes.

Now is a special time to wipe out the remnants of the priest. There must be something strange about their appearance on the shore at this time. Of course, they also discovered Magnus.

"Who are you? The Eternal Sect is currently carrying out an operation. Unrelated personnel please leave quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

A heavily armored priest approached, armed to the teeth, his expression completely invisible through his thick helmet.

In other words, Magnus does not look like a Muron, but has Aran features, otherwise he would have been driven away with a flail.

Magnus remained unmoved, even though he was alone, which attracted more heavily armored priests to gather around him, with their flails drawn.

The iron hammer tied with the chain was covered with dried and mottled blood.

"This is the last warning. I swear in the name of the Dragon Lord that we will execute you."

The heavily armored priest said calmly.

But I always feel that this person looks familiar.

"I am also a member of the Eternal Church. This is my armband. I need to talk to the leader of the Eighteenth Squadron. I was the one who kidnapped the missing priestess from Black Rock City. I am the only one who knows where she is."

Magnus was unwilling to waste his energy before killing Zoth, and there were too many of them. He used them as hostages and had to fight Zoth one-on-one.

(End of this chapter)