Chapter 316: The Secret Plot Two Hundred Years Ago

It is said that it is "a night of murder in the dark moon and wind high."

Today's night is not dark, and there is a bright moon. The weather is dry and a little cold, but there is no wind at all.

On a small road leading to the eastern part of the imperial capital, four carriages were driving quietly.

These carriages are well-made. Although the road is a bit rugged, the carriage does not make any noise during its driving, which looks a bit weird. The drivers on the four carriages also remain silent. Except for the occasionally thrown out horse whips, the entire convoy can be said to be silent at all.

Inside the carriage, an old man in a black robe seemed to be in deep thought. The black robe on his body was made of the most ordinary fabric, but the gray hair was neatly combed, with a hint of melancholy between his eyebrows, but the expression on his face seemed as cold as a rock.

No one would have thought that in such a team of chariots without any guards, the seven elders of the Imperial Divine Cult currently sit in the carriage, and this old man in black robe is the highest leader of the Imperial Divine Cult, the first person in the imperial religion, Pope Corsica VI!

The teachings of the Divine Cult were published a day ago, and the break between the Empire and the Divine Cult was inevitably put on the table. But what caught Corsica VI was a little off guard was that the emperor of the Empire was moving much faster than he expected! Under the leadership of General Camus, the commander of the Southern Legion suddenly dispatched troops to officially take over all the rights of Ziye City. He then divided 150,000 Southern Legions into six groups to control the entire Southern Province, and then there were one city and one city sweeping the religious office and church of the Divine Cult!

General Camus is worthy of being an old man in the Imperial Army. He is experienced and has strong combat power. The scattered flame warriors in the south are no match for him at all. This sudden change caught Corsica VI off guard and also led to their plan to evacuate the imperial capital and flee to the eastern part of the Empire for two days in advance. The Pope's teachings were also hurriedly sent out halfway.

Corsica VI felt a little uneasy!

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

Their large group of men was chased by the Royal Guards as soon as they left the imperial capital. Fortunately, the evacuation route was arranged in advance, and the original group of flame warriors set up a suspicious formation on another road, leading away the pursuit of cavalry, so that these supreme leaders of the Divine Cult were able to evacuate safely.

Abbas VI went from being a foolish emperor a few years ago to becoming a vicious and smart opponent now, which made the Pope really unable to understand.

"Well, when you reach the east, things may get better." The old pope sighed, drew a cross on his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "Gods should bless my Gods. May the Supreme Gods protect his most faithful servants and punish those heresies who despise the majesty of Gods..."

In the east, there are three provinces in the east, with millions of people. Among the civilians, there are a large number of believers of the Divine Cult, and many local nobles who sympathize with the Divine Cult, as well as loyal Flame Warriors, and a large number of wealth. As long as you arrive in the east, with the prestige of the Divine Cult, you can completely pull up an army of 200,000 to compete with the empire!

Although the Tulip Duke is powerful, it is said that he was seriously injured in the last war against the Rolands and has not recovered. This is a powerful condition! Without the imperial army commanded by the Duke of Tulip, the combat effectiveness can be at least half the discount... and we, as well as the combination magic given by the great gods! There are millions of devout believers in the empire...

Pope Corsica VI comforted himself and tried his best to calm his painful head down. He has been too tired these days.

He pulled open the curtains and let the moonlight spread into the carriage, and he felt a little sore in his bones.

"Well, it seems that I am too old..." Just as this thought came out of my mind, his eyes involuntarily fell on the other three elders beside him.

The other three elders also looked tired, as if they were all trying to close their eyes and rest, but the weakness on their old faces was hard to hide.

Corsica VI suddenly had a question that made him feel a little disappointed.

Why? Why are these old and weak subordinates around me? Why are there no leader in the Flame Warrior Order who makes the warriors fight to the death to serve infinitely respectful people? Why are there no magician masters in my elders who are similar to those in the Northern Roland Continent Temple?

The entire empire's divine religion is like this. Fat and greedy local bishops, those cunning guys waste their only little intelligence on how to embezzle more gold coins. Although the Fire Warrior Order is loyal, their personal practice is pious, but they will never be able to form a combat power level like the Thunder Whip!

The Fire Warrior Order on the Light Continent, which could be alongside the Holy Knights of the Temple of Roland, hundreds of years ago, is no longer the invincible army that makes the enemy scared! As time goes by, the sharpness of the Fire Warrior Order has been lost in hundreds of years of peace!

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

Corsica VI shook her head, trying to control herself from thinking, but questions in her mind kept popping up.

The convoy gradually drove into a valley. After passing this valley, there would be a large river in the eastern part of the empire, and after passing that river, it would be the boundary of the eastern province.

The carriage quietly entered the valley. Only the small stones on the ground were run over by the wheels, making a squeaking sound.

On the mountain to the left, two figures stand thin and fat.

"Fatty, do you know why the God Cult was defeated so quickly? Why did the seemingly huge God Cult seem to have no power to fight back under the suppression of the empire? I guess that old man of Corsica VI might not be able to figure it out even if he thought about it."

The old skeleton smiled cunningly. He was wearing a black robe, as if his body had been dissolved into the dark night.

"What's the point of guessing this..." The fat man muttered: "It must be that the author's bastard was eager to end the book and wrote it like this in order to speed up the progress..."

"Haha..." The old skeleton let out a meaningless chuckling, and then said seriously: "The reason why the Divine Cult, which seems to be powerful, has been defeated so quickly. All of this was destined in the era of Emperor Abbas more than two hundred years ago!"

"oh?"

The old skeleton sighed: "I have carefully studied several decrees left by the time of Emperor Abbas. He is really worthy of being the greatest emperor of the empire. Those decrees are really far-sighted! From those decrees two hundred years ago, the church of God has been destined to become an empty shell for the outside and the inside! Emperor Abbas has long laid the foundation for his descendants' imperial power!"

The old skeleton stared at the convoy slowly passing through the canyon below, and said in a deep voice: "The first decree left by Emperor Abbas: Starting from the announcement of the decree, the fire warrior orders of the Divine Cult will not be summoned to participate in the war in any future wars of the Empire! I have checked the history of the Empire. The Imperial Divine Cult had a total of 250,000 flame warrior orders! The flame warrior orders at that time were not as sparse as they are today. They were all elites who had experienced the real battlefield! At that time, the northwest of the Empire was decided, and there were Rolanders in the north and mountain people in the southern market, which was the time when the army needed to be used! However, the decree left by Emperor Abbas, no matter how difficult the empire is and how tight the troops were, they would refuse to use the flame warrior orders of the Divine Cult! Such courage and such vision, now I think about it, I feel cold sweat!"

His voice gradually brought a little 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 Emperor Abbas had already dug out the roots of the Divine Cult two hundred years ago! Think about it, the empire has been war-torn for two hundred years. In the past two hundred years, there have been three jihad wars with the northern Roland people, and wars in the northwest are constantly occurring, and the rebellion of the mountains in the south is even more common. Such wars of all sizes have allowed the empire to maintain sufficient vitality and combat effectiveness! And what about the Flame Warrior Order? An army that has not fought in two hundred years... hehe, how much combat effectiveness can it maintain?"

"I don't deny that the power of the Divine Cult two hundred years ago was indeed powerful! After a series of wars in the empire's unification of the Light Continent, not only did the powerful Thunder Whip emerge, but the flame warriors of the Divine Cult also assisted in the war, thus training the extremely elite. Otherwise, with the ambition of Emperor Abbas, he would have eliminated the Divine Cult at the beginning! But he was very clever and did not do that. Instead, he slowly cut it with a soft knife and slowly bleed the Divine Cult! On the one hand, he worshipped the Divine Cult high and gave them a lot of rights, including the right to religious taxes, and a lofty status... On the other hand, he cut off the vitality of their army... Hehe, this trick was really wonderful! Two hundred years of peace and two hundred years of pampering are enough to turn the brave lion into a weak sheep! It is enough to smooth their sharp claws!"

"If the army loses its vitality and does not participate in war, it will soon become corrupt and fall. Without war, there will be no excellent generals. Without war, there will be no talent in the army! And the two hundred years of peace has made the Flame Warriors lose the sense of urgency and vigilance that the army should have! They are now just a group of warriors from the Divine Cult to form the Ukrainian people. Once they encounter real war, they cannot cope! Even if they have firm beliefs and courage to sacrifice, these are far from enough! I have carefully investigated that there are almost no outstanding leaders in the Flame Warriors today, and they cannot even complete the most basic combat system... Hehe... This is why I dare to attack them!"

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

"This is just a little bit..." The old skeleton sighed, his tone was full of reverence: "The most courageous thing about Emperor Abbas was to grant the religious tax rights of the Divine Cult alone! What is tax? It is money! It is a lot of money! More than two hundred years, plus a large amount of money, has been enough to corrupt the Divine Cult! Today, the Divine Cult has almost become a religious machine specializing in accumulating wealth. Their ability to make money is far more powerful than their Flame Warrior Order. These two soft knives are slowly cut, and two hundred years are enough to release their courage and blood... "

"Compared with the Divine Cult, the Empire is different. The wars in the northwest, south, and north have trained generations of troops of the Empire and cultivated countless talents in the army, allowing the Empire's army to maintain sufficient vitality and combat effectiveness for two hundred years! Even in the most difficult time of the Empire, there was no sign of the participation of the Fire Warrior Order - of course, it was only the war against the Rolanders last year. It was the only time that the Fire Warrior Order participated in the war in two hundred years, but you also saw it. Rody easily left the 30,000 Fire Warrior Order as cannon fodder, and the 30,000 Fire Warrior Order, those martial arts

The soldiers cannot say that they are not powerful, right? Their courage and faith cannot be said to be unstable? The result? Faced with the Rolands's patchwork army, they were wiped out without even defending the Thunder City for a day! Isn't this a problem? If it were our own army of the empire, even if we didn't use the Thunder God's Whip, and any 30,000 troops of the Northern Legion, even if we face so many enemies, it would be fine to be able to defend at least for three or five days. But the 30,000 Flame Warriors lost Thunder City in one day. The difference in combat power can be seen! It was from that day that I realized that the time to eradicate the God Cult had come!"

The fat man glanced at the old skeleton. He had slowly drawn out his sword and flicked it gently. The sword edge made a clanging sound.

"Old Skeleton, then how long will it take for us to completely kill the Divine Cult?"

Old Andy raised three fingers: "Three months, in three months, I can guarantee that there will be no flag of the Gods on this land of the Light Continent!"

After a pause, he sneered: "Poor Corsica VI. He is indeed very smart and ambitious. He also has strong strength. Unfortunately, he cannot see through these principles. He is just a guy limited to a clever man. As a leader, he lacks great wisdom. He thought that if he escapes to the east of the empire, he can raise the banner and fight against the empire? Humph! Once the war begins, facing death and blood, how many so-called believers will give up their lives, relatives and property and work hard with a vague religious belief? Human beings are real.

, selfish! They may show some respect for religion without involving their fundamental interests, but once... hehe... they are asked to cut their flesh, donate their blood, and sell their lives, most of them are unwilling to do so! As for the Flame Warrior Order? Humph, as long as the Thunder Whip is launched, the 200,000 Flame Warrior Order can defeat it in one battle! So what if they control the Eastern Province with weak military power in the Imperial Region? These idiots don’t know that I have given out the Eastern Province to them on purpose!"

"Yes, it's like killing chickens. There are so many chickens running around in the yard. It's too troublesome and too hard to catch chickens... It's better to drive the chickens to a place and into a cage. It's much more convenient to catch them and kill them!" The fat man also smiled wickedly.

The old skeleton nodded: "Yes, the eastern province is a cage that I gave to the gods! When all their scattered forces converge in the eastern province, it is time for us to capture all of them!"

In the narrow valley below, the convoy gradually reached its end. After moving forward a hundred meters, you will walk out of this valley and enter an open area! And if you go further fifty miles, you will reach the river...

Corsica VI looked at the horizon in the distance, and the long night seemed to be about to pass soon.

Just as he was almost beginning to thank the gods for their blessing, a long laugh came from the exit of the canyon in front!

"Hahahahahaha..." The thick and hoarse voice had a bit of weird feeling, and then a huge and fat body suddenly burst out!

This guy is nearly two meters tall! His fat body was stuffed into the armor of the largest imperial royal guards. He held a giant imperial samurai sword in his hand. The moonlight shone on the man's face. Such a stout guy was actually a woman!

Ruolan narrowed her eyes, raised her foot and kicked a stone weighing dozens of kilograms away, hitting a horse hard. The carriage in front neighed and immediately came over. The coachman also exclaimed, almost falling off the carriage.

The convoy immediately stopped, and several coachmen jumped out of the carriage at the same time. They pulled off their robe with nervousness and murderous aura on their faces, revealing the armor of the Divine Cult Flame Warrior Order inside. They pulled out their long sword from under the seat and leaned towards Ruolan.

Ruolan shook her head and looked at the warrior dressed in contempt by the other party’s four coachmen, and said coldly: “My guys from the Gods, it’s a pity that your hour has arrived! Please get off your Pope, I will send him directly to heaven to see your gods!”

After saying that, the sword in her hand suddenly moved!

A huge light slashed out and enveloped the four coachmen!

With a loud bang, the sand and stones on the ground flew horizontally, and the four coachmen flew out horizontally, rolled out several meters before they could barely stand up. Blood flowed out of each person's mouth, the armor on his body was broken, and the sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling.
Chapter completed!