Give Me the Name of God

In the early morning, Vaturo was scolding Lahn Pigu, and his words were unbearable.

"Your soldiers are just a bunch of pigs. This is the army of the Lord? Did the great Lord ask you to come here to raise pigs?

They can't fight, I know pigs can't fight, but at least they can put ladders on the wall, even if they are pigs, they should be able to do this little thing! "

In the past, if Vaturo dared to talk to Rahn like this, his head would have fallen to the ground long ago.

But it was different now. With the support of the king and the soldiers he had recruited himself, Vaturo had 15,000 men and Rahn had less than 2,000 men. The status of the two was clear at a glance.

Of course, Vaturo is only a second-level believer. If Rahn is angered, he will probably kill Vaturo.

But behind Vaturo stood a believer of the God of Darkness. The big black man never left. He could also kill Rahn at any time without even giving Rahn a chance to take action.

This is an all-round crushing, and it also determines that Rahn can only choose to swallow his anger.

Returning to his tent, an officer came to Larn, lowered his head and said, "General, we have no food again."

Larne had not received supplies from the royal capital for a long time. Bucken thought that Larne had captured Blackwater City and captured so many towns, so it would be self-sufficient long ago.

In the past few months, Rahn has been begging for food from the werewolves. He used to be able to get food for a month at a time, but now he can only get it for two or three days. He just asked for it yesterday, but Vaturo only gave him no food. to a day's rations.

Rahn shamelessly went to Vaturo's camp again, and yelling and cursing came from the camp again.

"You are really a bunch of pigs, you can eat better than pigs! Take those wheat bran and go away, go back to your pig pen and eat to your heart's content!"

Rahn brought back two pounds of grain mixed with wheat bran for each soldier. Although it was difficult to swallow, it could at least keep the soldiers full for two days.

Dignity is important, but to Rahn, the lives of these soldiers are more important. He lives like a walking zombie, and the only bond left is these soldiers.

Of course, there is also Amado who is far away in the royal capital.

Is he okay? I haven’t seen his letters for a long time.

In the afternoon, Vaturo asked someone to send military orders. He planned to attack the city again tomorrow, and asked Rahn to lead the God's Punishment Army as the vanguard.

The so-called vanguard is a suicide squad, charging directly towards the opponent's wall with a ladder. Vaturo never provides him with any cover. There have been two such battles.

Stanley is not an idiot. This kind of suicidal charge is completely equivalent to killing people. Vaturo's intention in doing this is also obvious, to weaken the strength of the God's Punishment Army as much as possible, so that after Blackwater City is captured, the other party will not come to seize the territory.

Rahn did not want the soldiers to die in vain. Every time he charged, he tried his best to find ways to protect the soldiers, and therefore received the most vicious abuse from Vaturo.

The war will start again tomorrow, and many soldiers have already realized that they must die. They picked out the wheat bran from the flour, made a bowl of relatively clean batter, presented it to the Lord of Divine Punishment, and began to pray devoutly.

They do not expect to survive tomorrow, they only hope to go to the Lord’s kingdom after death.

Rahn's heart throbbed. After tomorrow, he didn't know how many soldiers would come back alive.

Just wait until Blackwater City is breached. Once it is confirmed that Nedali is really dead, everything will be over. When everything is over, he will resign as a general and take these surviving soldiers to find a quiet place. Live a peaceful life…

Rahn kept fantasizing about Nidali's body to comfort himself. When the war started the next day, most of his fantasies were shattered.

Nidali is still alive. He appears on the city top and directs the battle with Stanley.

He seemed to have seen Rahn and waved to Rahn specifically to say hello.

Not only Rahn saw Manda, but Vaturo also saw it, and his appearance made everyone feel extremely bad.

This battle was fought fiercely, and until dusk, Vatuluo returned without success, losing more than two thousand people, and nearly a thousand of them were Rahn's God's Punishment Army.

Yesterday, there were still two thousand people in the camp. In the blink of an eye, the number of people was reduced by half. Rahn sat in the tent blankly, as if his soul had left his body.

A monk brought a bowl of wheat porridge, and Larn drank it while it was hot, adjusted his robe, and prepared to kill himself.

Judging from the current trend, it is impossible to capture Blackwater City, Nidali is not dead, and the last hope of survival is gone.

Rahn wanted to use the holy light to cut his own neck open, but suddenly he heard a cry from outside the camp. When he looked out, he saw a monk dressing the wound of a soldier with a broken leg.

It seemed that the monk had been seen somewhere, but Larn could not name him. He found that the monk applied some herbs to the soldiers' wounds. Herbs meant witchcraft, and witchcraft meant heresy. The use of herbs was One of the most serious taboos among the God Punishers.

Rahn had no intention of blaming the monk. In this situation, he had no right to blame anyone.

Only he found it strange that no one among his subordinates seemed to know how to use herbs.

Who is this person? Rahn called the monk in front of him. Unexpectedly, the soldier with a broken leg also came over with the help of everyone.

"General, I asked him to use the herbal medicine. I was in too much pain. This is all my fault. Please don't punish him."

Rahn looked at the monk and asked, "Who are you?"

The monk lowered his head and said nothing. The soldier with the broken leg quickly replied: "He, he is from the third team, from the third team, what is his name..."

The other soldiers looked at each other, and they suddenly realized a problem. They seemed to know this monk, but no one could call him by name.

Rahn smiled, asked everyone to leave, and invited the monk into the camp alone.

"You are a believer in the God of Deception. This is your fourth-level skill called Nameless Friend. Everyone seems to know you, but in fact they have never seen you. They can't even call you by your name, but they are defenseless. I trust you, am I right?"

The monk nodded.

Rahn continued: "I do know you. Your name is Truitt. You once followed Stanley and now you follow Craigie Monchik, or Mr. Nidally."

The monk nodded again, yes, he was Chuitt.

"I can't believe that when you were in Niujiao Town, you were just a second-level believer, and you rose to the fourth level in just a few years. It took me more than thirty years to go from the second level to the fourth level."

Chuitt said: "I followed Master Monchik and completed many shocking scams. I didn't have to cheat for a few coins like before, so I got the blessing of the gods."

"What an inspiring story, but what do you want to do when you come to my camp? Do you want to die?" Rahn's face darkened.

"I was ordered by Lord Monchik to send a gift to his old friend." Chuitt took out a stack of letters from his arms and placed them in front of Larn.

After reading the first letter, Larn's body began to tremble violently.

It was a battle report, written in his handwriting to Bucken. In the battle report, he claimed that he had captured Blackwater City.

The letters that followed were full of surprises, including his capture of Qixing Mountain, the towns he captured, and the news he reported that he had never even heard of.

Rahn felt a sharp pain in his heart. The blood all over his body gathered in his chest and surged to the top of his head. It felt like it would burst from the blood vessels at any time.

He knew what terrible consequences these letters would lead to, and he knew how serious mistakes these letters would lead Bucken to make.

Fortunately, fortunately, these letters were not delivered to the archbishop, otherwise even if he fell into hell, he would not be able to wash away his sins.

Chuitt seemed to see his thoughts and smiled slightly: "These are just copies of the transcripts. The real letters have been sent to Bucken a long time ago."

"You, why did you do this?" Rahn gasped and clenched his fists.

"In order to save you, these are Lord Monchik's exact words."

"Think about who can save you first." A ball of holy light appeared at Rahn's fingertips, and behind the holy light were Rahn's blood-red eyes.

Chuitt laughed and said: "Calm down, General Pigu, killing me will not do you any good, and you may not be able to kill me."

Rahn didn't want to say more. He wanted to shoot the holy light into Chuitt's chest immediately.

But the holy light at his fingertips suddenly disappeared, and Rahn was startled. When he wanted to create the holy light again, the divine power in his body also suddenly disappeared.

He lowered his head and looked at the wooden bowl beside him, and suddenly thought of the monk who had just brought him food.

"Is it you?" Rahn said in shock, "Yes, yes..."

He wanted to say it was poisonous, but no sound came out of his throat.