Why do you want to call me

Although they didn't know why they gave up the city afterwards, the significance this time was very significant.

It is almost the beginning of a new era, completely burying the old era in gunpowder.

"The whole world should be talking about this by now."

"Hope everything goes well with the plan."

Christine murmured.

She recalled all kinds of later generations, and her eyes were a little lost.

……

As Christine said, all empires and kingdoms are in a state of disbelief at this moment.

A group of untouchables with little power can break through a city guarded by warlocks?

Just when they were shocked and tinged with fear.

After the news brought back by spies from various countries, they breathed a sigh of relief, and their bodies sitting on the chairs immediately relaxed a lot.

Even the woman in his arms and the fine wine in his hand seemed to be more fragrant.

It turned out that there was a religious group behind it.

No wonder, no wonder.

Or the Twilight Cult that has hatred against the Holy See?

That's great.

As we all know, the Mass Empire and the Holy See wear a pair of pants.

So the two empires even hoped to make the trouble a little more fierce.

There is nothing more pleasurable than watching your opponent suffer.

If there is, it is unlucky for both opponents.

……

"I disagree!!"

"We firmly disagree!!"

"Why should the land that produces mysterious materials be distributed to untouchables who have hardly made any effort?"

"What did they do? What can they do?"

"A group of untouchables who have never even seen the mystery!!"

A nobleman shouted loudly during the victory ceremony, his flushed face raised high, and his nostrils were facing a group of people in the corner of the ceremony.

He was obviously drunk, and was pushed out by other nobles as a stick to test the depth of the water.

And the group of people in the corner of the ceremony felt furious when someone pointed their noses at them and scolded them as untouchables.

But due to his status as a nobleman and the theories instilled in him since he was a child, he dared not speak out.

Even those who wanted to stand up were pulled back.

"Lord Placido Mullins!"

"They are believers who believe in the Lord of the Twilight, and they are our brothers and sisters!"

"Not the pariah you speak of!"

Chapter 230 Fighting for you until the last moment with the knife and sword in your hand

In the desolate night, there is a silence like death.

The stone bricks, which had not been watered with blood for many years, were seeping scarlet liquid at this moment.

A black shadow stood silently on the city wall.

Beside his feet was a huge hollow that had been blasted out during the day, as if it had been knocked open by something.

Several hours have passed since the end of the battle.

The victorious have celebrated this hard-won moment with festive feasts in the captured cities.

This battle was quite fierce.

The tragic Darren couldn't help but make a move.

The enemy's resistance is very tenacious, even if the city wall is broken, one area after another is occupied.

But they never gave up.

On the other hand, even if the morale is high.

However, due to the lack of high-end combat power on the field, and the scattered crowd.

It caused them to be defeated for a while.

If he hadn't pushed himself up, he would have stopped the situation.

He even wavered his mind, thinking about directly asking the great Lord of the Twilight to take action.

But after thinking about it, Darren felt that if he encountered any difficulties, he should find the gods he believed in.

Then not only the Twilight Cult could not grow in a real sense, but it would also leave a bad impression on the Twilight Lord.

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate.

Fortunately, the balance of final victory was tilted towards the Twilight Church.

Darren stared silently at the ground beneath his feet.

There are countless bodies lying on it, including those of enemies and those of oneself.

These lying bodies revealed eerie white bones, exuding the breath of death.

That breath penetrated deeply into the corpse, even the gushing out of the crack in the skull was not blood, but a black liquid.

Darren's eyes could see it clearly.

Their bodies are more or less tightly surrounded by the smell of blood.

At the same time, there were countless crows who heard the news and circled in the sky.

A large black mass, tightly crowding the sky.

But they didn't dare to make a sound, because a terrifying aura locked them firmly.

It seems that if they dare to fly down to eat, what is waiting will be the same death.

In the end, the circling crows flew to other places, but there were still a few who were unwilling.

His black eyes were fixed on the stumped limbs on the ground.

Darren sighed softly, and then bright flames suddenly exploded among the crows, and then swept around.

The sky was suddenly illuminated by "clouds" of flames.

Then countless sparks fell, and the scene was like a dream.

The blood-stained face flashed away in the light, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Darren used this as a send-off.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, I bid farewell to those who died in pursuit of their ideals.

But to put it another way, there is nothing wrong with saying that you died because of your own selfish desires.

After all, my original idea was to obtain the resources here.

But Darren was never one to be stopped by a tragic death.

He will firmly practice his ideals.

But what is your ideal?

Those who fight for this are for a life that will not starve in the future.

Those nobles are there for the greater good.

And what about yourself?

Darren is very clear that he has always been for the ideal of the Lord of the Twilight.

So what is his ideal...

Is it really just to drag the world into dusk?

Darren was silent for a moment, and then his figure on the city wall gradually disappeared into the darkness.

He came to the wounded barracks.

What you see is a sad atmosphere.

with death

All that comes with death is often more terrible than death: groans and convulsions, discolored faces, the weeping of relatives and friends, mourning and burials.

The celebratory singing at the banquet in the city center can't reach here, the wounded barracks in the tiny corner of the city.

Victory seemed to forget about them.

These wounded people feel more uncertain about the future than ever before.

The war is won, but they have also become disabled.

How can a cripple survive in this world?

So victory has nothing to do with them, no one knows this better than them.

"The High Priest..."

Some sharp-eyed people saw Darren appearing here.

For a while, he struggled to get up, wanting to salute.

They are very grateful to this high priest who can really take care of the common people in the church.

Because no one wants to cast their eyes on them, the dust that lives in the mud.

But only the great Lord of Twilight will.

Only the high priests, the believers of these gods, are willing.

This is also an important factor why they are willing to become believers, believe in the Lord of the Twilight, and fight for it.

They believed that the future the high priest had pictured would surely come true.

"The High Priest..."

"Cough, High Priest..."

Countless people struggled to get up and looked at Darren expectantly.

Because he appears here, it means that the religious order still remembers them.

"Um……"

Darren looked at the pair of eyes that seemed to brighten up, and nodded to them.

"Don't worry, we will bask in the glory of the Lord of the Twilight together."

"The great gods will not give up on anyone, and we will not give up on anyone."

"All believers who are fighting for this, I will remember what you look like, and I will never forget the sweat you shed."

"I'm Darren Theodore!"

"Here I swear to the Lord of the Twilight that I will arrange everyone properly and never give up any believers who have shed blood for him."

"No matter what kind of status, no matter what kind of occupation."

"We are all believers of the Lord of the Twilight, and we are all holy and equal."

He paused for a moment, and then looked at everyone with firm eyes.

"The Great Lord of the Twilight."

"I will offer you my allegiance."