After Becoming The Tyrant CH 169 Fire Of All Lands
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King Ferri III of Bressi, who was declared dead by the Holy Empire, reappeared in people's sight. How he survived the extremely dangerous arctic ice field, no one knew, but his appearance immediately attracted the attention of the Holy Court. The remaining troops of the Holy Empire were immediately mobilized to pursue Ferri III, intending to strangle him before he set off a new bloodstorm.
However, unlike when he was forced to escape to the north, there was now a mysterious army surrounding Ferri III.
The main army of the Holy Empire was taken to Legrand by Pope Theolde and the remaining defenders were unable to stop Ferri III, who seemed to have changed altogether.
He came out from the Pennine Mountains, carrying the chill of the ancient ice fields, and like a reforged sharp knife, tore open the blockade of the Holy Empire, driving straight into its heart, once again galloping on the territory of the old Bressi Kingdom.
The waters of the Kobia River were fast and rushing.
King Ferri III held a torch in hand as he stood in front of the Kobia River, looking in the direction of the former Kingdom of Bressi. After his brother Charles defected to the Pope, he relied on the support of the Holy See and the nobles to force him into a dead end. Accompanied by his teacher, General Karl, he burned the palace and led the soldiers to retreat north.
After fleeing like a stray dog with its tail tucked between its legs, he finally returned to his homeland.
"Your Majesty, Are we to attack Asali?"
A knight holding a torch walked up to Ferri III and bowed slightly towards him.
Behind them, the war was still raging. They arrived at the Kobia River in the morning and launched an attack on Nader Castle located on the riverside. At this time, the war situation had tilted in their favor, the soldiers guarding the castle not as strong in their resistance to the former King of Bressi.
After all, the time since the establishment of the Holy Empire was too short, and they had not had time to erase the mark of Bressi from the Bressians. The Holy Empire and the Bressians were two completely different concepts. As time went by, the Bressians had to bow to the Holy See personnel under the Holy Empire. The people naturally began to reminisce on the old days.
When night fell, the deacon bishop of the castle was pushed down from the tower by the mutinous soldiers, and along with the power he had enjoyed, landed in a splatter of mud on the cold stone slab.
The drawbridge was lowered, and Ferri III's army began to march into Nader Castle.
They had recaptured the first important castle.
"No."
Looking towards the direction of the old palace, Ferri III slowly shook his head.
"We will go back, but not now."
As the core of the empire, Asali was the most heavily defended place in the Holy Empire today. The reason why they did not send support to Nader City and watched Nader City be recaptured by Ferri III was because the army was not strong enough to divide their forces. But if Ferri III really wasted his precious time attacking the strongest imperial fortress, it was very likely that the Holy Court would be extremely happy.
Ferri III turned his horse's head and led his soldiers into Nader Castle.
"We need to wake up Bressi. There should be no Holy Empire on this land. She is Bressi, and only Bressi."
The unextinguished fire blazed, but the eyes of the former fugitive monarch were cold.
Ferri III knew very well where their advantages now lie.
In order to completely destroy Legrand, Pope Theolde used religious fanaticism to launch the Holy Army movement. But religious fanaticism was not long-lasting, and no one knew better than him what the common people were like. Faith was valuable, but what if the price of faith was your survival?
Providing an army of nearly 100,000 people required too much manpower and material resources, almost squeezing out the milk and blood of the entire empire. As the former King of Bressi, no one knew better than him the financial strength of Bressi. If Theolde could capture Legrand quickly, the joy of victory would make the people willing to bear these burdens.
However, Legrand held strong.
They withstood all the high pressure brought by the more than 200,000-strong army, and in turn put the pressure of organizing such a huge army on the Holy Empire.
The Black Death that broke out last year had a huge impact on Bressi's economy, and as the war was dragged into a quagmire by Legrand, it became increasingly difficult for the civilians to bear the heavy tax burden. People believe in gods because they want them to save them from suffering. But if the gods not only failed to save them, but pushed them into the abyss, then why should they believe in the gods?
The voices of protest began to grow louder.
In the end, what caused resentment to spread rapidly was not the old local nobles who took the opportunity to stir the waters, nor the rioting civilians, but a young girl.
On a Holy Sabbath, she walked to the church in a long black dress and read loudly a poem left by a poet who was considered a heretic during the previous witch hunt:
"We hurt the weak and innocent.
We have turned into servile executioners.
We paid homage to extreme ignorance, to bull-headed stupidity.
We actually kissed the dumb and expressed our infinite admiration.
We actually blessed corruption and depravity..."
This young girl's act of bravery was astonishing. Her firm and fearless look while standing in the square in front of the church and reciting this poem of admonishment loudly shocked everyone. The sunlight poured down on her beautiful face, and the resolute expression in her eyes was enough to put all the knights prostrated towards the holy throne to shame.
Beginning with a poem that was tabooed by the Holy Court, she showed a rare intelligence and eloquence among women of this era. She made a to-the-point speech, accusing the Holy See of all kinds of corruption since the establishment of the Holy Empire, accusing the "witch-hunting movement" as a weapon to embezzle property, accusing the Holy Army movement as the cause of bankruptcy...
She was the sweetheart of Clide, the poet who died at the stake.
The lover concealed her name in all their letters to protect her. And when the people of the Holy Empire were sinking in the abyss, she stood up in the sunshine, using her lover's poems which contained anger and sorrow as weapons, and sounded the alarm for everyone.
The local church quickly arrested her, but the angry crowd soon surrounded the church, forcing the local bishop to delay her execution at the stake.
With this brave Miss Viola as the trigger, the first direct conflict broke out between the civilians and the church, leading to a stalemate.
After hearing about this, Ferri III immediately made a decision. For Ferri III, they needed a flag, someone legendary enough to be the symbol of their revival.
Thus their first move:
Rescue Viola.
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The castle was majestic and lined with towers.
The night was deep, the shadows of Herid City hiding a group of people shrouded in black robes. Their deep black robes were uniformly embroidered with a cross pattern in blood red and white, while on their sleeves was embroidered a sharp sword. These symbols indicate that they were the “adjudicators'' of the Holy Court. The sword hidden in the shadows of the Holy Court.
Their nature was different from that of the public facing holy forces such as the Knights Templar. They hid in the darkness and were responsible for cleaning up difficult targets and performing special tasks.
Prior to this, the Inquisition Bureau had wanted to use the secret method left behind by the Holy Court when it baptized King Legrand to assassinate Pureland. But that assassination attempt was not only unsuccessful, but also caused the Holy Court to lose a number of adjudicators.
After the failed assassination, the adjudicators went dormant and stopped taking action. It was not until this time that the Holy Army movement broke out that they gathered together in the Herid City in Legrand to assist the head of the Inquisition Bureau in guarding the Throne of God that was about to be completed.
Originally, they were supposed to help defend the city while also assisting the Eternal Knights' vanguard movement.
However, when they arrived at Herid City, they found that Legrand's group of mysterious alchemical knights also arrived near Herid City, watching them eagerly.
The leader of the alchemical knights was the Queen of Kriya, the Queen Mother of Legrand, Eleanor, who was also close to the astrologers. She was not in a hurry to launch an attack on the powerful Herid City guards, but specifically planned to launch a surprise attack on the city when they took some action, or attack their transport team.
It was not that the adjudicators had not thought about first dealing with the brain of the alchemical knights, Eleanor, but the special characteristics of the alchemical knights’ being half-undead, half-alchemical gave them extremely strong mobility during the day and night, and as an astrologer, Eleanor had a very keen sense of smell. So several attempts by the adjudicators ended in failure, and in the end they had to stay guarding the city of Herid.
This led to the adjudicators actually being suppressed in the city of Herid since the beginning of the war, making it difficult to support other Holy Armies.
The Holy Court’s sharp blade of the night was firmly locked in the scabbard by Eleanor, and was as good as an ornament.
Within the city of Herid, the guards were extremely strict today.
Today was the most critical day for the construction of the Throne of God pier.
Pope Theolde's secret letter arrived today.
Theolde ordered that the last link of the Throne of God pier be repaired tonight. There was no need to wait for the best opportunity, the Throne of God could be opened directly to summon the Holy Ship.
Although this news was strictly sealed, no one knew whether or not the outstanding astrologer Queen Eleanor would notice something.
The lights were bright, and on the pier, the head of the Inquisition Bureau personally oversaw everything with his sword in hand.
An adjudicator passed by the city wall and turned to look at the mountains outside the city. The sky and the earth were dark, and the mountains appeared like crawling beasts.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.
In the shadow of the mountains outside Herid City, the alchemical knights, led by the black-haired queen, stood sentinel. The white bones covered in armor were shrouded in a faint bloody and black mist. During this period, in addition to suppressing the adjudicators inside and outside the city, they also massacred the Holy Armies that landed at Herid Port one after another.
Without the existence of this group of alchemical knights, Legrand would have endured even greater pressure in the previous Battle of Douro.
In cold armor, Eleanor held her arc sword in hand as she looked at the castle.
"Teacher."
The Kriyan scholar leaned forward slightly.
"They have begun."