Give Me the Name of God

This army was stationed outside Xingshan City on the right wing and was the main force of the Itashuas in this battle.

The three captains received the march signal from the commander-in-chief and led the soldiers to the city. As they expected, no enemy troops could be seen on this section of the city wall.

The enemy troops are all guarding the south gate. The second step of the battle plan has been successful. As long as they wait for the next signal from the commander, they will cross the city wall and rush into the city to kill.

In fact, there should be a general to personally supervise the battle, but the conditions here are a bit difficult and the fighting methods are a bit dangerous. The generals believe that Manda will not fight back, and this kind of unilateral massacre does not require them to personally take action.

The signal to attack may appear at any time, and the three captains are still discussing the strategy after entering the city.

A female captain named Noerla frowned slightly and said: I suggest killing all their soldiers and young and middle-aged men. As long as they don't resist, try to spare the women and children.

Another captain, Basiano, said: Why are you still thinking about this? Have you forgotten the order of the God of Light? We must wipe out at least half of the population.

I said, don't show mercy to their men.

You want to divide the enemy into four teams, one team of young men, one team of women, one team of old people, and one team of children, and then decide how to kill them?

Is there anything wrong? They won't fight back anyway.

Stop having your sweet dreams. This is a war, not a game. Even if the enemy doesn't fight back, they may escape. Even if they don't escape, we don't have so much time to waste. It is said that there are tens of thousands of people in this city. Killing them all is not an easy task!”

As he spoke, a red light flashed deep in the forest, and the commander sent a signal to attack.

Basiano said to Nora: Remember my words, you must never be merciful to your enemies. Think about how our king died? What consequences did we gain by forming an alliance with them with the goodwill of the gods? ?They are despicable, shameless, vicious savages. They cannot be called human beings at all, they are just a group of untamed beasts.

Kill these beasts, put the lucky ones into cages, pull out their teeth, cut off their nails, whip them, and deny them food. This is the correct way to tame wild beasts.

Although Nora was dissatisfied, she still accepted Basiano's suggestion.

The ordnance was ready and they were ready to cross the city.

Their weapon was very strange. It was a huge slingshot with a bow frame made of five big trees and a bowstring made of tree vines more than a foot thick.

This kind of slingshot is not uncommon. It is a common defense facility on the city. Some call it a ballista, some call it a catapult, and some simply call it a trebuchet to distinguish it from a counterweight trebuchet. Come on.

This type of catapult trebuchet has a fair range and is more accurate than a trebuchet, but the bow string is very slow to wind up and requires more than 40 soldiers to twist the winch at the same time. After multiple uses, the bow string will relax and break.

Putting aside the performance issues, this kind of thing can be used to shoot stones, crossbow arrows, poison and excrement, but what is the concept of them being used to shoot people? Guatel, who had seen all kinds of ordnance, was stunned when he hid behind the city wall.

Only when the first wave of people were thrown over the city wall from the trebuchet did Guatell understand the reason. It turned out that this was due to the enemy's unique physical talent.

They can flexibly adjust their body posture in the air, use their cloaks to reduce their speed when landing, and finally achieve a safe landing.

Roma gestures in sign language: Does Toca have the same technique?

Eudora shook her head: Tokar does not have this skill. This should not be a talent of Apollo believers, but a talent unique to the Itathians.

Roma's expression was a little solemn. The enemy's fighting talent was so outstanding, why were their tactics so poor?

She hoped that this talent came from living in the mountains and forests for many years, rather than coming from the bloodline of a certain god.

I can't offend another god anymore, the current situation is already very worrying.

…

Nourla and a group of soldiers stepped onto the trebuchet. Basiano gave one final warning: Remember, they are wild beasts and beasts. They are not worthy of your sympathy at all. Kill everyone on sight, until you are gone. As far as you can.”

Noerla nodded and was thrown into the city wall together with thirty soldiers.

In the air, Noerla first somersaulted, straightened her body, and maintained an upward impact. When she reached the highest point, she had crossed the city wall. At this time, she opened her cloak, spread her limbs, and was about to fall smoothly to the ground.

Suddenly she realized that something was not right. The soldiers below seemed very dense.

What are they all doing here? We have laid out tactics before. After entering the city, immediately look for favorable terrain to organize military formations. Do not stay under the wall and affect other people's landing.

Such a simple tactic has been practiced several times before, but they still can't execute it well?

No, it's not a gathering. Something else seems to have happened. Their physical conditions are wrong. Some are tall, some are short, and some seem to have sunk into the ground.

Noerla was shocked. There seemed to be a trap down there!

But knowing it was useless, she could only let her body keep falling.

When her feet touched the ground, she began to run hard, not daring to stop for a moment, but after just two steps, her legs had completely sunk into the soil.

No, this is not soil, this is water.

It's not water, it's much stickier than water.

Guatel wiped his nose, looked at Noerla with a smile, and ordered his subordinates to bring an iron hook.

…

What's under the city is neither soil nor water. It's Guatel's unique secret technique, which uses nasal mucus as a formula to make glue. It was originally called the Vulcan's nasal mucus. Later, it was received from the oracle of the Vulcan God Hephaestus. , said that this thing was too dirty and should not bear His name, so it was renamed Guatel's Glue.

This kind of glue looks like soil, but it is actually softer than leather glue. It feels like gruel to the touch, but its viscosity is surprisingly high. Guatel prepared glue under the wall in advance and used a special construction method to shape the surrounding glue to form an eight-foot-deep glue pool.

Noelle fell into the glue pool. She was still struggling, but the glue quickly submerged up to her neck. She looked around desperately, watching the soldiers screaming and struggling in the glue pool, and they were constantly being submerged.

Why is this happening? Didn't the God of Light say that the enemy troops would not resist and would just let themselves be slaughtered?

Why……

The glue flooded the top of her head and kept pouring into her mouth and nose...

Several Itathuas flew far away and landed outside the boundaries of the glue pool. Before they were ready for battle, they were shot down one by one by the archers led by Verloc.

The enemy troops came very densely, and there were many enemy troops flying outside the glue pool. Verloc was jumping back and forth on the roof, which made Roma very nervous.

She gestured in sign language: See? The enemy's movement skills are very similar to his.

Eudora nodded and said, I hope this matter has nothing to do with the Hunting Goddess.

Guatel used an iron hook to pull Noel up. When the binding was strong, he pinched Noel's nose and said, You are so handsome. It's mine!

Eudora shouted: Send her to a prisoner of war camp first, and no one is allowed to touch her until she is trained!

Nora was dragged away, and she saw Basiano still struggling in the glue, and there was only despair in his eyes.

…

Forcing Commander Sawant to issue the order to attack, Manda took him and the four elders to Seven Star City. Sawant burst into tears looking at the mountains of heads and corpses of the soldiers.

Shameless Manda Claudesay, shameless barbarian, you have betrayed the agreement, you have disobeyed God's will, you will be punished and fall into hell, and you will never be able to escape forever.

Manda frowned and said: What are you talking about? What did I agree with you? Do you want me to tie my hands and feet and wait for you to slaughter me? Even if you kill a pig, you have to put in more effort, right? I'm a pawn in the mountains. You have been barbarians for so long, and you don’t even know how to fight, so you dare to come to me and die?”

Sawant gritted his teeth and said: You have no repentance at all. The punishment of the gods will never end!

Manda said angrily: Why should I repent? What did I do wrong?

Our king came with the good intentions of the God of Light, but you brutally killed him.

You still dare to mention this matter! Manda stepped forward and grabbed Sawant. If you had asked the messenger to deliver the letter in advance instead of letting your king come to visit rashly, I would not have been in danger in a hasty response. If your king is a little more cautious and brings a few more high-level guards, he will not be manipulated by Athena's believers!

It's you who don't know how to repent. Even if you are a little more cautious and alert, it won't cause a misunderstanding between the two gods. Now all five of you go to the temple of Hermes to repent and pray for the gods' forgiveness and forgiveness.

After saying that, Manda called Kunta and asked him to hand over the written prayer to Savant. Sawant almost tore off the parchment when he saw the first prayer:

Great Hermes, please look here, please forgive our ignorance and stupidity, forgive our recklessness and arrogance. It is our negligence and naivety that caused the misunderstanding between you and the God of Light...

He really wanted to tear her apart, but he didn't dare to do it because he saw the ferocious look in Manda's eyes.

Manda stared at Sawant and said: You are still alive now, but I don't know how long you can live. If you pronounce a word wrong, I will shorten your life by many years!

Worm stayed in the temple to supervise their prayers, while Manda returned to the bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

Late at night, a dazzling red light awakened Manda, which was a call from the god Pan.

The oracle ring lit up red for the first time, which meant that Pan was very angry.

Manda was not in a hurry to prepare the altar, he needed to calm down.

There was a battle report on the table, which he received before he went to bed. Shelty, who was supposed to be at a disadvantage, relied on his Titan Army to win consecutive battles on the battlefield, forcing Dwight to retreat to Lianyucheng.

Manda is envious, truly envious.

Sheltai made many mistakes. He was stubborn, greedy, and once became a prisoner of Manda, but Kronos, the King of the Titans, still gave him the most powerful power.

Bucken also made many mistakes, but even if he did something outrageous like proclaiming himself king, he still did not lose the trust of the Lord of Divine Punishment in him.

Not to mention Leonder. His poor IQ made Manda anxious, but this did not affect Typhon's favor towards him at all.

What about me, what did I do wrong?

Do you have to be punished if you fight back when you are desperate?

Is this the Lord God’s rule? No wonder they fell into decline.

Under such ridiculous rules, what should I do to fight against powerful opponents?

Calm down, you must calm down. This is not Pan Shen's fault. You can't let your impulse affect your relationship with Pan Shen.

Manda took a deep breath and prepared to accept the judgment of the gods.

Of course, if the verdict is too unfavorable, he is also prepared for the next step. There is still a way out, and there is more than one. Although the promotion process will not be as smooth as it is now, he cannot let everything he has worked hard for be reduced to nothing. Nothing!

He arranged the altar and waited quietly for God Pan's scolding.

Thick smoke rose, and an old man appeared on the altar. His snow-white beard and hair covered most of his face, only the wrinkled eye sockets and nose were exposed.

This is not God Pan. Judging from his appearance alone, he is older than God Pan.

Manda Claudesay, do you know who I am? The old man's voice was powerful and had a special sense of rhythm, like a bass singer singing a famous excerpt from an opera.

Before Manda could answer, the old singer gave the answer himself: I am the messenger of Hermes, the most loyal servant of the gods. I deliver his oracles, his rewards and punishments, his creed, and His majesty, Manda Claudesay, God’s child, God’s believer, God’s only bloodline on earth, do you know what you did wrong?”

Manda nodded: I know.

The old singer said: Do you know what kind of punishment you will receive?

Manda lowered his head and said, Everything must be obeyed by the gods.

The old singer took out something, hit Manda hard on the head, and then stuffed the thing into Manda's hand.

Manda rubbed his scalp and looked at the thing in his hand. It was a stone statue of Hermes.

this is……

The old singer said: Manda Claudesay, this is the punishment of the gods for you!