I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 471 enough

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Morning, compassionate heart.

Under the dark night, the airship hovering in mid-air opened its "eyes" emitting strong light, overlooking the earth hidden in the shadows from a high altitude, forming two dazzling beams of light in the night sky.

Using the light source, the chief of the Knights of Judgment, who was standing alone on the bridge, stared intently at the city under his feet. The flickering fire at the corners of his mouth reflected a cold cheek.

It is not a comfortable thing to confront an apostle...especially an apostle who has existed for thousands of years, not born after the "age of myths".

As the strongest military force directly under the Holy See, the Knights of Judgment once clashed with countless old **** sect organizations and caster families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. Rough, it is often their turn to appear when things are completely out of control... In addition to the large-scale army of ordinary spellcasters and cultists, there are also records of wars with blasphemous mages.

For those who only possess conventional combat power, or even ordinary talents, the power possessed by Blasphemy Mage is already at the level of natural disasters, but they all have weaknesses and flaws. With a plan, only a few talented people can kill it at a certain price, or make it temporarily incapacitated.

But the apostles were different.

Their existence has transcended the category of "species" and has reached another level that cannot be understood by ordinary humans... Even if you are the chief of the Knights of Judgment, Glad Manfred's understanding of them is only "Highly evolved, infinitely close to the existence of gods."

"No, not close, they are real gods."

The flickering flames and smoke lingered at the corners of his mouth, and there was a flash of fear in the eyes of the big head who whispered: "It is constantly evolving, and it is enough to be on an equal footing with this world... God."

"And those of us are madmen who try to challenge the gods with flesh and blood."

Accompanied by the slight footsteps, the young man who walked in silently touched the iron ring on his neck and said sternly.

"A madman?"

"Is not it?"

The young man with a chuckle asked back: "After changing the plagiarized logo from the Old God School, he said to himself that he had received the blessing of the 'Ring of Order', and he would do anything to strengthen himself, even if he had the same origin. The branches of the country are willing to kill each other."

"As far as I know, even the conflict between the old gods for evolution and power is so tender compared to the Ring of Order."

"But what we're doing is right... right?" Grad said as if talking to himself, as if he was asking.

"I don't know, maybe?" The young man shrugged and his eyes were confused: "No matter what, it is better to serve a false **** that does not exist than to be treated by a group of evil gods who treat humans as low-level beings, right?"

"But no matter what, we are lucky... Because this **** is not really without flaws, without weaknesses, and omnipotent; she still retains the emotions of the past, and she has principles and bottom lines that she does not want to give up."

"Yeah..." Grad nodded slightly, the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by a dead calm; he turned his head and found that the young man was looking at himself with a very unexpected look.

"What's wrong?"

"You've changed, my lord." The young man shook his head: "Before you changed, you wouldn't be so hesitant, and..."

"And what?"

"Somewhat pessimistic."

"Pessimistic?" Grad tasted the word: "This is our first encounter with an apostle, a real apostle, and you're dead... Should I be optimistic?"

"Maybe you should really be more confident." The young man nodded earnestly:

"Otherwise, you don't even have any hope of victory, how can you let the jihadist army outside, the smug knights of judgment, go to die happily and win a vital opportunity for us?"

"We have stepped into her territory now, and we may be wiped out from this world anytime, anywhere. Maybe the next second... slap! It will become a meat sauce that can't be seen."

He snapped his fingers vigorously: "No one needs you to tell him about the risks he is about to face, what they want to hear is a lie, a lie that will surely win the final victory, and the death will become a heroic spirit, entering the heaven of the ring of order. ."

Lie... Grad was silent for a while, then threw the cigarette **** at the corner of his mouth on the ground and stomped it hard: "Have they all arrived?"

"I've been here all the time, it's been almost three hours since I've been waiting for you." The young man nodded with a playful expression on his face: "Sir Phyllis...I mean the real one...he's also there."

The chief nodded, turned and walked towards the door where the young man came in.

"Wait a minute... No action is allowed unless you get a signal from me; even if all of us are wiped out, you have to pretend to order a compassionate evacuation in my name, without concern for anyone."

Grad, who stopped in front of the door, turned his back to the young man, and said in a low voice: "I have already applied to the Holy See, and then the surveillance and control of you will be lifted, you no longer need to cover up, you are the real one. Ser Phyllis...if your brother is also killed."

Without giving the wide-eyed Ser Phyllis any room to react, Glad hurriedly left the place, pushed the door and walked into another cabin.

In a room that has absolutely nothing to do with spaciousness, there are no less than two numbers of high-level knights and generals dressed in various heraldic cloaks and gorgeous clothes; What are you saying.

The only thing they have in common is that they don't look very friendly - even Ser Phyllis, who is the representative of the Holy See.

Noticing the figure walking into the room, the knights looked back, either in confusion, or looking at him with a cold brow and a smile, like a calm leader, the hostility of Dandan was like the lingering smoke, in the whole room. flow inside.

"Lord Glad Manfred, we need to talk."

Without waiting for the others to speak, Leon Francois, who was closest to the door, took the lead and said with a grim expression, "About the month-long truce with the Free Confederation, why didn't you talk to us beforehand..."

"I didn't discuss it with you in advance, that's right."

The head of the regiment directly steals the road, and glances at everyone present: "It's very simple to be willing, because this is a lie, a complete lie."

"…lie?"

Xiao Lai, who was still going to ask questions, was stunned, and the whole person was stunned; everyone's eyes returned to Grad, but the original hostility turned into confusion.

"Simply put, from the very beginning, I didn't expect them to accept our truce requirements or conditions, and I didn't even think about the so-called negotiation with a group of rebels and pseudo-believers." Grad exhaled softly. , the corners of the mouth evoked a little arc:

"All of this is to gather them in one place, so that the jihadist army can kill them all in one go, and weeds and roots!"

"Because of this, no matter whether it is a negotiation or a truce, I have never discussed or even informed you, because there is no need to do that... We are the jihadist army, fighting for the ring of order, vowing to eradicate it. All infidels and heretical jihadists, there is no concept of 'truce' in the meaning of our existence!"

Kang's passionate words drifted in the room, but they did not elicit any empathic responses.

This is of course... The people present are either the commanders of tens of thousands of troops, or the heirs of nobles and noble stomachs. The means used to motivate ordinary jihadist soldiers are naturally meaningless to them - even the most excited Little Leon is the same.

The Prince Hantu, who was just confused at first, listened to the explanation of the big regiment commander. Not only did his frowning not spread, it even deepened a bit. As if looking at something that cannot be recycled.

"How could such a despicable act be done by the dignified Crusaders... right?"

Glad gave a sullen smile. Of course, such an obvious emotion could not escape his eyes: "Yes! This kind of practice is not very glorious, and it is more appropriate to describe it as despicable and shameless."

"But even if I don't need to tell you about the current situation, you should understand that with the current speed of the jihadist army, there is no possibility of ending this jihad before winter."

"Fernando's Legion was defeated at Moby-Dick Harbor, Captain Boré Levent was killed at Slave Harbor, and the Arthur and Ludwig Legions were trapped outside the Red Hand for a month without an inch... Our enemy It's much stronger and tougher than we thought."

"It's despicable to do this, I don't deny it, but I didn't take the initiative to deceive them - if Louis Bernard agreed to my request directly at the negotiating table, then I would accept this result without hesitation."

"The problem is that he doesn't... Then there is no need for the jihadist army to have any restrictions. They can act without any scruples and kill traitors and heretics!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

A questioning voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads, leaving the center of the crowd, and turned towards Ser Pheleus, who was approaching Grad with a cold face.

"Now there are dozens of warships, an airship, more than a thousand ruling knights, and no less than 50,000 soldiers of the Holy War Army...with such strength, if you want to destroy the colony in front of you, you can really destroy it, and it will not be compared to Drinking water is more difficult."

"The problem is that, apart from the Knights of Judgment, the remaining 50,000-odd crusaders are completely unprepared for all this and have no prior planning; they know who the enemy is, but have no idea how many and how to invest. Fight." Ser Phyllis said with a cold face:

"How can such a dazed army, as you expect, ensure that the heretics and traitors are completely captured and killed?"

This high-ranking knight of the Judgment Knights, the corps commander of the six members of the Holy War Army in name, was in a very bad mood, and even his words were much sharper than usual.

The reason for his anger was not because Grad had an impromptu intention, but because he didn't know about such an important matter, and even got information at the same time as the rest of the jihadist army; this situation can only explain the fact that Pheleus knew about the chief commander. Thing: I was treated as an abandoned child by him from the very beginning!

This is a very dangerous sign... Glad Manfred, the reason why he can become the chief of the Knights of Judgment is not only his strength, experience and prestige accumulated over the years, but also his character. Reckless character.

As long as the mission given by the Holy See can be completed, no matter how much sacrifice, no matter how big the price can be paid... Also in his office, the frequency of the Knights of Judgment and the number of sacrifices have increased significantly.

Just from what he just said, it seems that he is ready to sacrifice the entire jihadist army!

No matter how brave Rao is, once he realizes that he is destined to be dead from now on, it is impossible for him not to be afraid at all.

"Captain Pheleus, you asked a very good question - how do we get the unprepared jihadist soldiers to fight immediately?" Grad raised his mouth, and his eyes flashed coldly:

"50,000 soldiers and 60 warships, if you follow the conventional method, it will take at least a whole day for them to complete the mobilization and assembly immediately, not to mention that it is still night, the difficulty is only a little bigger than the daytime... let them in a hurry. Throwing into battle immediately and launching an attack on Red Hand Bay in the dark will surely cause chaos, right?"

"But if they can have a clear goal from the beginning, UU read www.uukanshu.com and enter the battlefield in batches, will the situation be different?"

"Clear objectives?"

Renault, who was standing behind Xiao Lai Ang, suddenly said, "With all due respect, it is already twenty-two o'clock, and there are only a few hours left in the early morning... Under such circumstances, how do you ensure that the battleship can be clearly identified? instructions without encountering any accidents or emergencies at sea?"

"It's simple." Glad still smiled and stomped his right foot gently: "It's under us, isn't it?"

…Um? !

The faces of the people who were still angry, confused, and disdainful just now changed suddenly, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Let the Heart of Mercy airship turn on all the searchlights and fly low to the town of Red Hand Bay to provide the best coordinates for the fleet's naval guns and landing ships." Grad slowly opened his arms:

"Sixty warships and hundreds of naval guns fired at Red Hand Bay at the same time, coupled with the firepower of the Heart of Compassion... Destroying the outer city defense of Red Hand Bay in an instant, paralyzing more than 50% of the defense facilities , destroying the main traffic roads in the city, causing heavy casualties to people..."

"...Enough!"

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