The Face Changing Warrior

Chapter 316 The Conspiracy Two Hundred Years Ago

Youdao is "Moon Black Wind High Murder Night".

Today’s night is not dim. There is a bright moon in front of it. The weather is dry and cold, but there is no wind.

On a small road leading from the imperial capital to the east of the empire, four carriages were driving quietly.

These horse-drawn carriages are well-made, although the trail is somewhat rugged, but there is no noise when the carriage is driving, which looks a little strange. The coachmen on the four carriages also remained silent. Except for the whip that was occasionally thrown out, the entire convoy was silent.

Inside the carriage, an old man in a black robe seemed to be lost in thought. The black robe on his body was entirely made of the most common fabrics, but his gray hair was neatly combed, and his eyebrows were a little bit tinged. A touch of melancholy, but the expression on his face looked as cold as a rock.

No one would have thought that in such a convoy without any guarding warriors, sitting in the carriage are the seven elders with the highest status of the imperial cult, and this black-robed old man is the current highest leader of the imperial cult. , The first religious person in the empire, Pope Corsica VI!

The doctrine of the religion was published as early as a day ago, and the rupture between the empire and the religion has inevitably been put on the table. But what caught Corsica VI by surprise was that the emperor of the empire moved much faster than he expected! In the southern provinces of the empire, under the leadership of General Camus, the commander of the Southern Army suddenly dispatched troops and horses to formally take over all the rights of Ziye City. Then, the 150,000 Southern Army was divided into six groups to control the entire southern province, and then one Religious places and churches that swept across the religion in a city!

General Camus is worthy of being an old man of the Imperial Army, rich in experience, and his Southern Legion is extremely powerful. The scattered Fire Warriors in the South are not his opponent at all. This sudden change caught Corsica VI by surprise, and made their plan to evacuate the imperial capital and flee the eastern part of the empire two full days in advance. And the pope's teachings were also sent out halfway in a hurry.

Corsica VI is a little disturbed!

The emperor of this empire, Abbas VI, really surprised him. How could this guy have such ruthless methods? Such a cunning brain? This despicable conspiracy?

As soon as their brigade left the imperial capital, it was pursued by the Royal Guards, but fortunately, this evacuation route was arranged in advance, and there was also an original team of Fire Warriors on another road. , Drew away the chasing brigade cavalry, and these top leaders of the religious sect were able to withdraw safely.

From a mediocre and incompetent emperor a few years ago, Abbas VI has become such a savage and savvy opponent now, which makes the Pope really puzzled.

"Well, in the east, maybe things will get better." The old pope sighed, drew a cross on his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "God bless my religion. May the highest **** protect him the most. Faithful servants, punish those heretics who despise the majesty of the gods..."

There are three provinces in the east and the east with millions of people. Among the civilians, there are a large number of believers who have finally reached the religion. There are also many local nobles who sympathize with the religion, and there are loyal flame warriors and a large amount of wealth. As long as you reach the east, with the prestige of the religion, you can pull up 200,000 troops to contend against the empire!

Although the Tulip Duke is powerful, it is said that he was seriously injured in the last war against the Roland people and has not recovered. This is a powerful condition! Without the imperial army under the command of the Duke of Tulip, the combat power can be at least half discounted...and we, as well as the combined spells bestowed by the great gods! There are millions of devout followers in the Empire...

Pope Corsica VI comforted himself and tried his best to calm his aching head. He is really tired these days.

He opened the curtains and let the moonlight spill into the car. He felt a little sore in the bones all over his body.

"Well, it seems that I am too old..." This thought just came out of his mind, and his eyes fell involuntarily on the other three elders beside him.

The other three elders also looked tired, and seemed to be seizing the time to close their eyes and rest, but their old faces were unconcealable weakness.

Corsica VI suddenly raised a question that made himself somewhat disappointed.

why? Why are these old and weak subordinates all around me? Why is there never a leader in the Flame Warriors group that is similar to the Duke of Tulip, who makes the samurai work hard and respect infinitely? Why is there never a master magician like the saints of the North Roland Continent Temple in my elders?

The religion of the entire empire is like this. Fat and greedy local bishops, those cunning guys spent the only bit of cleverness on how to embezzle more gold coins. Although the Flame Warriors are loyal, but their personal practice is pious, they can never become like Thor Fighting power like a whip!

Hundreds of years ago, the Flame Warriors of the Bright Continent, which could be side by side with the Holy Knights of the Temple of Roland, was no longer the invincible army that frightened the enemy! As the years passed, the spirit of the Flame Warriors was lost in hundreds of years of peace!

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out...

Corsica VI shook his head, trying to control himself to stop thinking, but one by one in his mind always kept coming up.

The convoy gradually drove into a valley, and after passing this valley, in front of it would be the Kiva River, a large river in the east of the empire. After passing that river, it was the boundary of the eastern province.

The carriage quietly entered the valley. Only the pebbles on the ground were squeaked by the wheels.

On the mountain on the left, there are two figures, one thin and one fat.

"Fat man, do you know why the cult was defeated so fast? The seemingly huge cult, why under the pressure of the empire, it seems that there is no power to fight back. I guess the old man of Corsica VI might think You can't figure it out if you break your head."

Old Skeleton smiled slyly, he was wearing a black robe, as if his body had melted into the dark night.

"What's so good to guess..." The fat man murmured: "It must be the author, the bastard, who was eager to end this book in order to speed up the progress..."

"Haha..." The old skeleton gave a meaningless chuckle, and then said with a serious face: "The reason why the seemingly powerful religious sect was defeated so quickly, all of this, as early as the Abbasid Emperor more than two hundred years ago The era is doomed!"

"Oh?"

Old Skeleton sighed: "I have carefully studied the several decrees left from the era of Abbas the Great. He really deserves to be the greatest emperor of the empire. Those decrees are really far-sighted! Starting from those decrees two hundred years ago, It is destined that the Church of God will become an empty shell of foreign power and work! Abbas the Great has long established the foundation of imperial power for his descendants!"

The old skeleton stared at the convoy slowly walking through the canyon below, and said solemnly: "The first decree left by Emperor Abbas: Since the decree is announced, any future wars in the empire will not call for the flame warriors of the gods. Join the battle! I have checked the history of the empire. At that time, the Imperial Cult had a full 250,000 Flame Warriors! At that time, the Flame Warriors were not as sparse as they are today. They were all elites who had experienced the real battlefield! The northwest of the empire was tentatively decided. There were Rolandites in the north and the rebellion of mountain people in the southern market. It was just when the army needed to be used! But the decree left by Abbas the Great, even if the empire is difficult and the force is stretched, they refuse to use it. The flame warrior group of the gods! That kind of courage, that kind of vision, now I think of it, all in a cold sweat!"

His voice gradually came with some respect and remembrance: "You know that any national struggle can never be separated from the army! The army is the foundation, the guarantee of strength, and the trump card in his hand! But Abbas the Great The roots of the religion have been dug out two hundred years ago! Think about it, the empire has been warped for two hundred years. In the past two hundred years, there have been three holy wars against the Roland people in the north, wars in the northwest have continued, and mountain rebellions in the south have become commonplace. , Such a large and small war kept the empire’s own army with sufficient vitality and combat effectiveness! What about the Flame Warriors? An army that has not fought for two hundred years... Hey, how much combat effectiveness can it maintain?"

"I don't deny that the power of the religious cult two hundred years ago was indeed strong! After a series of wars in which the empire unified the Bright Continent, not only did the powerful Thor's whip emerged, but the Fire Warriors of the religious cult also assisted in the war, thereby training. Extremely elite. Otherwise, Abbas the Great’s ambition would have eradicated the cult at the beginning! But he was very clever and didn’t do that. Instead, he cut slowly with a soft knife. Bleeding the gods! On the one hand, he enshrined the gods high and gave them many rights, including religious taxation rights, and a lofty status... On the other hand, he cut off the vitality of their army... hehe , This hand is really wonderful! Two hundred years of peace and two hundred years of pampering are enough to turn the brave lions into weak sheep! It is enough to smooth their sharp claws!"

"If the army loses its vitality and does not participate in war, it will quickly become corrupt and degenerate. Without war, there will be no outstanding generals. Without war, there will be no talents in the army! And two hundred years of peace has already made the Flame Warriors The regiment has lost the sense of urgency and vigilance that the army should have! They are now just a group of warriors who teach themselves to form the Wuhe people. Once they encounter a real war, they can't handle it! Even if they have a firm belief, Have the courage to sacrifice, but these are far from enough! I have carefully investigated and found that there are almost no outstanding leaders in the Flame Warriors. They can't even complete the most basic combat system... Hey... This is me The reason for dare to attack them!"

The fat man shook his head: "Cunning, too cunning..."

"This is just a little bit..." Old Skeleton sighed, his tone full of admiration: "The most courageous thing about Abbas the Great is that he granted the religious taxation rights to the religion alone! What is tax? It is money! A lot of money! Two hundred years of time, plus a large amount of money, is enough to corrupt the religion! Today, the religion has almost become a religious machine that specializes in collecting money. They collect money. Their abilities are far more powerful than their Flame Warriors. These two soft knives slowly cut and cut, two hundred years, enough to release their blood of courage almost..."

"Compared to the religion, the empire is different. The large and small wars in the northwest, the south, and the north have tempered the empire's armies for generations and trained countless talents in the army, which has enabled the empire's army to maintain sufficient vitality and Combat power! Even in the most difficult period of the empire, there was no sign of the Flame Warriors' participation in the war-of course, except for the war against the Rolandites last year. That was the only time the Flame Warriors participated in the war in two hundred years. , But in the end you saw it too. The kid Roddy easily left the 30,000 Flame Warriors behind as cannon fodder, and the 30,000 Flame Warriors, can't they say that they are not powerful? Their courage and faith can't be said. Isn’t it firm? The result? Faced with the patchwork army of the Roland people, the entire army was wiped out without holding for a day in Thunder City! Doesn’t this explain the problem? If it’s our empire’s own army , Even if you don’t use Thor’s Whip, use any 30,000 troops of the Northern Legion, even if you face so many enemies, it’s no problem to hold it for at least three to five days. But the 30,000 Flame Warriors group lost Thunder City in one day. The difference in combat effectiveness is evident! That is, from that day on, I realized that the time to eradicate the religion has arrived!"

The fat man glanced at Old Skeleton. He had slowly pulled out his sword, flicked it slightly, and the blade made a clank sound.

"Old Skeleton, how long do you think it will take us to completely kill the cult?"

Old Andy raised three fingers: "Three months, three months later, I can guarantee that there is no religious banner on the land of Bright Continent!"

After a pause, he sneered: "Poor Corsica VI. He is really smart and ambitious. He also has great strength. Unfortunately, he can't break these principles. He is just a little smart guy. As a leader, he lacks great wisdom. He thinks that after escaping to the eastern part of the empire, he can raise the banner and fight the empire? Huh! Once the war begins, how many so-called believers will give up in the face of death and blood Their lives, family and property follow a vague religious belief to sell their lives? Human beings are realistic and selfish! When their fundamental interests are not involved, they may show some respect for religion, but once... hehe... Once they are asked to cut their own flesh, sacrifice their blood, and sell their lives, most people are unwilling! As for the Flame Warriors? Humph, as long as Thor’s whip is dispatched, 200,000 Flame Warriors can fight It's defeated! What if they control the eastern province where the imperial military is weak? These idiots don't even know that I totally deliberately gave up the eastern province to them!"

"Yes, it's like killing chickens. There are so many chickens running around in the yard. It is too much trouble and too much effort for the people who kill the chickens to catch them... It's better to drive those chickens to a place and get there. In a cage, it is much more convenient to catch and kill like this!" The fat man also gave a smirk.

The old skeleton nodded: "Yes, the Eastern Province, this is the cage I gave these chickens to the gods! When all their scattered powers converge in the Eastern Province, it will be the time when we will kill them all! "

In the narrow valley below, the convoy gradually came to an end. One hundred meters ahead, you will walk out of this valley and enter an open area! And if you go further fifty miles, you will reach Dahe...

Corsica VI looked at the distant horizon, and the long night seemed to pass soon.

Just when he was about to start thanking the gods for blessing, a long laugh came from the exit of the canyon in front of him!

"Hahahahahaha..." The thick and hoarse voice had a strange feeling, and then a **** body suddenly rushed out!

This guy is nearly two meters tall! A body of fat was stuffed into a set of armor of the largest Imperial Royal Guards, holding a giant sword of the highest quality imperial warrior in his hand, moonlight shining on this man’s face, such a stout guy, She is actually a woman!

Ruolan squinted her eyes, lifted her foot and kicked a stone weighing tens of kilograms into the air, hitting a horse violently, and the horse in the front of the carriage hissed miserably, and immediately went sideways. , The coachman also exclaimed and almost fell off the carriage.

The convoy stopped immediately, and several coachmen jumped out of the carriage at the same time. With tension and murderousness on their faces, they tore off their robes, revealing the armor of the flame warrior regiment inside. He drew his long sword from under the seat and leaned towards Ruolan.

Ruolan shook her head and looked at the samurai dressed up by the other four coachmen contemptuously, and said coldly: "The gods, I'm sorry, your hour is up! Please get off your pope, I will directly Send him to the sky to meet your gods!"

After speaking, the sword in her hand suddenly moved!

A huge and incomparable light slashed out, covering the four coachmen in it!

With a bang, the four chariot drivers flew out sideways in the sand and rocks on the ground. They rolled out several meters before they barely stood up. Everyone’s mouth was bleeding, and the armor on his body was broken and his hands The long sword inside is also buzzing and trembling.

"Hmph, is this the strength of your high-level warriors in the Flame Warriors? It's far worse than the Holy Knights!" Ruolan grinned and strode forward...