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With only a little over 30,000 people fighting against more than 100,000 people, the pressure and difficulties they needed to face were obviously completely different from those in previous wars. However, in the King's view, this did not mean that they have no advantages. In contrast to Theolde's intention of attacking urgently and quickly destroying Legrand's defense, Legrand only needed to hold on to its defense and prolong this time as long as possible.

Another point was that no matter how talented Theolde was and how outstanding his achievements as a pope were, this was still his first time participating in a war. In the eyes of the military officers, his strategic skills were far less important than his praying for them before setting off for the expedition.

This had nothing to do with status or position. War was a chess game in which blood and heads compete. Neither bloodlines nor status was enough to convince people. If you want to establish prestige, you need one irrefutable victory after another.

Theolde needed this.

He would not delay, the Knights Templar would attack quickly, thus establishing his personal prestige among this large army.

This battle must be a sure thing for the Knights Templar, and they need a good start. For this reason, the target of the battle would not be directly aimed at Yoringshire County, but a key but relatively weak city, or a target that they were sure of.

The main point of dispute among the officers was whether the target would be Douro City or Newt City, east of Yoringshire County.

——Of course, some people think that the Knights Templar would mainly focus on protecting the safety of the Pope and should be at the rear of the army instead of charging into battle from the early stage.

During the dispute, the Head of the Households hurriedly walked into the war conference room.

He reported something in a low voice next to the King. The King nodded, leaving the staff to continue the discussion. He and the Head of the Households left the conference room first.

"He was a slave who escaped from Porto and passed through the Kava Mountains on the right side of the Kava Plain."

The Head of the Households summarized succinctly as he walked.

The officers were used to the King himself suddenly leaving the meeting room in the middle of discussions.

Although the Eternal Knights were destroyed in a premeditated ambush by the King, as one of the elite branches of the Holy Court, they also caused some considerable trouble for the King. When they attacked cities and plundered territory along the route of their last rebellion, in addition to looting villages and towns, they also performed the tasks that a vanguard unit would complete——

They completely destroyed the outposts they passed and burned the makeshift observation towers to the ground.

The eyes used by Legrand's army to determine the enemy's movements and purposes were destroyed during the advance of the Eternal Knights. They made a key pavement for the subsequent invasion of the Holy Legion.

In this case, in order to obtain information about the invaders, the King had to find another way.

In the past, it was not an easy thing for ordinary people to meet the King. This time, the King received everyone who came to give him information about the invaders——whether they were commoners or slaves. The Head of the Households who followed the King knew better than anyone else how far the King had gone to win this war.

Oh heroic souls of the late kings, please protect Your Majesty and Legrand.

Looking at the King's face, which had become increasingly cold since the beginning of the war, the Head of the Households prayed sincerely.

He saw how a young monarch gradually turned into a cold-blooded emperor who would always remain calm.

Not everyone's information was valuable. What the Head of the Households could do was to help the King confirm whether these people who were meeting him would pose any danger to the King. In addition, the authenticity and value of the news could only be judged by the King himself. And often, if one or two out of ten messages were valuable, it was already very good.

However, this time, the slave named "Al" brought important news to the King.

During his escape, he once saw some local priests riding carriages in the direction of Porto Port.

"Priests?"

The King frowned slightly.

After Al retreated, the King thought for a while, then turned to the Head of the Households and said, "Send a message to Herrid City immediately so that the attack on the Throne of God Pier can begin in advance."

"Do you think that the Blessed Ones will assist the Knights Templar in leaving Herrid City and launching an attack?"

The Head of the Households understood the hidden information in the King's order, and his expression changed slightly.

From the beginning of the war to now, the Blessed Ones had not appeared on the battlefield of Legrand. Previously, the Head of the Households had reported an optimistic attitude, thinking that this was because hell and angels were at war, and angels would not come to the battlefield again. But listening to the King's words at this moment, it seemed that although the angels were in a stalemate with hell and could not appear on the earth as legions to sweep Legrand, there were still a few angels who could continue to come to the mortal world in the form of the Blessed Ones.

The King made no answer.

He looked out the window.

Both he and the Rose family have too many past grudges and hatreds with angels and gods. And this time, if Theolde wanted to continue to control angels to intervene in the human battlefield, no matter which angel set foot on Legrand's land, their head would be cut down.

The Head of the Households felt that the King's profile lines only became sharper at this moment.

The icy blue eyes that were symbolic of the Rose family were like a knife being slowly unsheathed in the darkness, the cold light flashing faintly on the blade.

The fate of mortals was left to the control of mortals. Anyone who wanted to interfere would have his hands cut off.

………………

Mela folded his wings, swooped down from the sky, and landed on the dock of Blackstone Royal City.

Captain Hawkins, who was transformed into an undead form, chewed a grass root in his mouth and sat on the top of the mast, watching the huge crow turn into a handsome young man when it landed, and greeted him cheerfully.

Mela threw a golden heart in his hand towards the Dragon Wing Battleship, turning a deaf ear to Captain Hawkins's greeting.

During this period of time, Mela had a first-hand experience of what the Walway pirate captain was like. Mela firmly believed that the reason why he was able to serve as His Majesty's naval general was entirely due to his shamelessness.

The dragon head on the bow of the Dragon Wing Battleship with autonomous consciousness opened its mouth and swallowed the golden heart just like a real dragon. After the heart was swallowed by the Dragon Wing Battleship Knopfler, the speed of damage recovery on the battleship accelerated several times.

The alchemists a thousand years ago designed the Dragon Wing Battleship based on the evil dragon. 

The daily bantering and tomfoolery of the battleships and pirates was just an appearance. They actually retain the ferocity and bloodthirstiness of true dragons. In the habit of an evil dragon, it often liked to devour enemies that harm it to replenish its own damage, and the Dragon Wing Battleship also retained this practice.

If they were injured by an angel, they would feed on the angel and replenish themselves back.

Full of primitive brutality and violence.

Hawkins sat on the mast, humming a tune and watching his partner recover bit by bit, with a lingering gloom deep in his eyes.

The fate of a pirate was an endless cycle of revenge and deadly battles. If any unlucky guy became a pirate one day, he would have to get used to the vagaries of the sea. The guy you drink with today may die from an unlucky arrow tomorrow.

This was nothing, they all knew, this was the life of a pirate.

Griselda perished together with the Throne of God, and most of his remaining crew members were killed in the battle of Koszoya Port... This was nothing, he had long been accustomed to avenging those who have left around him.

"To hell with nothing!"

Hawkins jumped from the mast, stepped on the deck and cursed angrily.

Mela glanced at him.

Normal, this guy was throwing a crazy fit again.

If it were not for the restraint of the Dragon Wing Battleship, some time ago, he would have run to the battlefield where the angels and the army of death were fighting in hell, with the hope of finding his crew and mates in the long River of the Departed. He was afraid there was something wrong with his brain.

Once the dead entered hell, they could never be resurrected or leave hell.

This was the eternal law between heaven and earth.

The reason why the previous crew members were able to return to the battleship and become undead pirates was because they had a contract with the battleship, and they had Griselda's power, and finally the King's permission. Only then could they leave. But now?

The current hell was a battlefield that could not be more chaotic.

A steady stream of departed souls climbed up from the river, assisting the army of death to fight with the angels. The angels' flames were like a meteor shower, dragging a long tail as it fell down towards the boiling hell. The bloodkin attendants and archangels have also joined the battlefield at this time. After the higher-level forces of both sides joined the battle, every collision of forces was enough to clear out all the creatures in that area.

Who knew how many of the departed souls in the cleared area were antiques from centuries ago, and how many were newly deceased people from the human battlefield?

The war between angels and hell was a collision between order and chaos.

In such a collision, it was as if everything would be destroyed.

Thinking about this, Mela raised his head and glanced at the sky.

He suddenly frowned.

He noticed that three seraphs had disappeared in the clouds.

But Mela soon breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the Devil had also disappeared.

………………

"Good evening, Your Majesty"

The Devil's cheerful voice sounded.

The earth was shrouded in darkness, the sky and the earth were dim, it was the perfect moment of encountering a devil.

The King stood in front of the battle map, with his hand propped on the table as he looked down at the markings on it. Hearing a familiar voice behind him, he looked back.

Compared with before, he carried the scent of blood that had not yet dissipated. It seemed that he had just come off the battlefield, and blood was still dripping from the edge of his black tailcoat. It was unclear whether it was his own or the enemy's.

The King raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the blood dripping on the ground, and said nothing.

"I am very happy that you have upheld our contract so far."

The Devil walked over calmly, took the King's hand naturally, and kissed it.

The King looked at him and said nothing.

"Of course... I also remember that you only have one scepter."

The Devil added.