Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

This sentence was not said by Mannaen, but by the Champion of Marthean.

In the entire hall, there were only elves, temple guards responsible for protecting the pyramid, Master Xia who was dozing on the carriage, and Chupakoko who was hiding behind the carriage to watch the fun. There was no room for human beings.

If it was really said by Mannaen, then it would really be...

Of course, it was not said by Tzeentch, but it did have a little relationship with Tzeentch, because the words came from the mouth of the famous Tzeentch Chosen God Daquus.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the group of Druki in front of him. He knew how to deal with this group of Druki too well. He had learned too much about the art of ruling from Malekith. For this group of Druki, authority must be established and fear must be instilled, otherwise any mild promise would be nothing but an empty joke.

The cake has been painted, and the sweet date has been bitten. Now, it is time to wave the stick before eating the cake money. But fortunately, he was not going to kill anyone, and judging from the reactions of the Druki present, he had a bit of a sense of searching for enemies in the void.

The Trident of the Sea appeared silently in front of the admirals, as if it had emerged out of thin air, and the cold breath made the whisper of the sea tide faintly heard in the air. The trident rotated slightly, and the three sharp spikes flashed with cold light, symbolizing the boundless power of the ocean.

The admirals and captains who were secretly shocked did not dare to look up. They lowered their eyes and saw that the trident was close at hand, but they did not dare to reach out and touch it. Everyone knew that this sacred artifact symbolized the power of Matheran, which was the glory they dreamed of but could only look up to forever.

And Dacus not far away was completely different from the last time they saw him. At that time, Dacus did not have a trident, and now Matheran had made a choice. They had to accept the fact that Dacus was not only their leader, but also the champion crowned by Matheran himself.

At this time and place, any resistance is meaningless. The only thing they can do is to bow their heads and be loyal, hoping to win a place for themselves in this storm.

Even those Duruchi who followed Dacus all the way felt the unspeakable oppression at this moment and bowed their heads.

Dacus looked coldly. He could feel the fluctuations in the hearts of these Duruchi. His eyes wandered on their drooping faces, but he did not raise the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

The trident trembled slightly, as if responding to the admirals' inner awe, and then disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed. However, the cold pressure still remained in the hearts of every Maserlan believer.

"Everyone, raise your heads and take a look." After seeing the look Dacus gave her, Serene knew that it was time for her to appear. With a light wave of her fingers, the water that had just solidified turned into silver light and flickered slightly, as if a scroll was spread out on the sand table. Her eyes were calm, revealing a trace of unquestionable power, and she looked around at the admirals and captains who raised their heads nervously.

"Everyone, what you witnessed today is not only the expansion blueprint of Chapeiuto, but also the blueprint for your future. The blessing of Matheran will not only illuminate the port, but also guide you in the direction of progress." Her voice was soft but with an invisible authority, as if the waves were as steady as the sea, but could surge at any time.

Daquus took a step back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He knew that this was Serene's stage. He had always been very clear that the subsequent planning of the entire Chapeiuto was the responsibility of Walter, the project construction was the responsibility of Master Xia, and the temple area and the cult system were the responsibility of Serene. He was only responsible for coordination, that is, organizing people.

The admirals and captains gradually turned their eyes to the sand table. The design of the temple area in front of them was more magnificent than they had ever seen, and it complemented the expanded Chapeiuto.

The water flow controlled by the daughter of the sea was like her pet, gracefully wandering on the sand table, outlining the outline of the temple area. Under her command, the water sometimes turned into the temple's column corridors, and sometimes solidified into the stone steps of the altar. Every detail revealed a kind of exquisiteness and majesty beyond mortals, as if this place had become a sacred and inviolable place.

The admirals and captains were both in awe and vaguely understood that this temple area symbolized more than just faith, but also a power center that they could not touch. For them in the future, the temple area is not only a religious place, but also a point of intersection of politics and power, and Serene, who is in charge of all this, is undoubtedly the core of it.

"From today on, the Matheran belief system will be fully taken over by the Storm Weaver Cult, and the faith and awe of all believers will gather here. You once looked up to my father, and now my father's power will touch you and respond to you." Serene's voice sounded again, and her eyes swept across the group of Druki firmly.

As soon as the voice fell, the admirals and captains bowed their heads again involuntarily, and their respect for Matheran in their hearts became even deeper. They knew that with the joint efforts of Dacus and Serene, their future had been paved with an unavoidable track.

"Now..." Serene deliberately dragged out the tail tone, sweeping across the admirals and captains in front of her with a playful smile. Although her voice was soft, it contained a majesty that could not be ignored.

The admirals and captains raised their heads cautiously, and their heartbeats seemed to accelerate with the rhythm of Serene's voice. Everyone understood that what would be decided next was the distribution of benefits.

"Regarding the construction of the temple area, I think you have understood the importance. You also know that this is not only a symbol of faith, but also an opportunity for you to show off."

Her eyes lightly passed over everyone, as if she was examining who was qualified for this important task. The water flowed through her fingertips again, dancing gracefully in the air, like the threads of the gods pulling the tapestry of fate. The water flow once again showed the layout of the temple area on the sand table, and the outlines of magnificent buildings gradually emerged.

"The great temple, spiers, residences in the temple area... these all require the most exquisite skills to complete. Every stone and every pillar is a bridge leading to the glory of Marcelan." Sereni pointed one by one. The buildings on the sand table are introduced.

The eyes of the admirals and captains wandered between each other again. They understood in their hearts that undertaking the construction of the temple area was not just a simple construction task, but a deep game involving power, religion, and wealth. It is undoubtedly a huge expense to maintain the project with Sovereign themselves, but they also know that such an investment is an unavoidable price.

Once these projects are won and a certain part of the temple is completed, it will not only mean that the individual's position in the Druch naval system will be consolidated, but also that their influence in the religious system will be greatly enhanced.

They are more willing to believe in the hand of the current Witch King than His Majesty the Witch King. Dacus has shown unparalleled leadership skills and cold determination in the past. Although Darkus's promise always carries some ambiguity hidden in the dark, compared with the uncertainty and unpredictability of the Witch King, at least it is actually before them and they can get it. , Hadris standing with them is the best proof.

Religiously, the construction of the temple symbolizes their loyalty and dedication to Matheran, and this dedication will undoubtedly bring them greater rewards, such as the recognition of Darkus, the admiration of sailors, bragging rights, The support of the sect, and even the placement of family members into the sect.

Every Druchi present knew that in the struggle for power and wealth in the naval system, the power of religion would become the most important factor that cannot be ignored. If you can get the blessing of religion, you can be as stable as a rock in the upcoming political situation.

"The Great Temple will be built by the religious order. In addition to being used daily by the religious order and receiving believers, it is also a centralized, specialized and safe large-scale supply place." Just when the admirals and captains thought that the assignment work was about to begin, Sai Renee changed the topic.

According to what Darkus had thought about before and discussed with Sereni before the meeting, the Great Temple also served as a paddock, similar to the Royal William Paddock in Portsmouth. But unlike the paddock, there are wine cellars, bakeries, warehouses, slaughterhouses, freezers and other storage rooms and warehouses. Now, unlike before, these warehouses are still placed in the great temple, which is a bit...

Therefore, he made modifications. In addition to placing necessary daily necessities, the Great Temple will no longer have these warehouses. A special exchange will be opened at that time.

"Everyone, after your ship arrives at Chapeiuto, the first step will be to disembark. This is nonsense, because this is necessary. Then you will go to the Great Temple to pray." He walked to the sand table again and pointed his finger. Click lightly on the location of the Great Temple. This kind of thing requires him to take action and play a bad role. His voice carried unquestionable authority, and the admirals and captains listened with bated breath, all focused on his words. Even when he made a joke that wasn't funny, they didn't laugh.

"Every captain will be here to thank Matheran for his protection, thank Matheran for letting you weather the storm and set foot on land safely. Whether it is through faith or wealth, the priests will accept your offerings."

The captains looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they knew in their hearts that this was just another method carefully designed by Darkus to collect "taxes". Moreover, this is very Darkus, because they can't refuse at all. After all, the clearly marked wealth is indeed the best way to express dedication to Marcelan.

"Don't worry, everyone, in the future, there will be temples of the Lord of the Abyss in every port." Darkus, who knew what the Druchis were thinking, grinned and showed a simple and honest smile, but this smile appeared in the elves. His face looked a little weird and funny, and then he said , "But... Marsalan will respond to your dedication. This is my promise to you as the champion of Marsalan. The specific process is that after the dedication is completed, the priest will issue you a signed document, You can exchange this article for points.”

He is not short of money. He can hold his chest high and proudly say that he is the richest being in the world. After all, the Lustria continent is here. If it is not enough, there is also the southern jungle.

There was no need for him to amass money in this way, just as he had learned from the Mannann Cult when he sailed on the Sea of ​​Claws. He was prepared to use the money as a fund to maintain the daily operations of the sect.

Does he think he is really generous? He is not a brave man who can only get in and out, and the members of the sect are not puritans who can live without food. They need money to maintain a relatively decent life. In addition to individuals, there is also the whole. The daily operation of the cult also requires money. The buildings need to be maintained, the sea gold needs to be mined, and the deep sea monsters need to eat. These all require money.

And he thought it was better to pay money than to sacrifice Marcelan in other ways, just like when Loxia killed Dastan, she sacrificed it to Marcelan and Loic...

"Again!"

When Hadris heard the word points, he sighed in his mind. He would never dare to say these words. As the newly appointed admiral of the Valahar family in Hagrid Grave, he knew the word "points" very well. It was points and it was he who immediately ordered the ship to sail back to Hagrid Grave after getting the news that allowed him to Damn Chagorosh got the position of Valahar.

Similarly, when the captains from Hagrid Grave heard the word points, their expressions became very strange, but their expressions only lasted for less than half a second and returned to normal.

The captains from other cities also knew what the word points meant. They held their breaths and a glimmer of expectation arose in their hearts.

"These points... are the same as last time, but unfortunately they cannot be exchanged for positions. This time there is no time limit and can be exchanged for many valuable items. Sails with the blessing of Marcelan, this kind of sail can speed up your sailing and make You can still control the direction of the ship in the storm and sail smoothly, and you can use smoke or illusions to obscure the ship when necessary. "

As the saying goes, Darkus plays a bad role and Sereni plays a red face. As he said this, a phantom formed by water flow showed the image of a sail in the air.

Then, the image of the sail disappeared and turned into a talisman, shining with blue light.

"Maselan's talismans and accessories have different functions. Some can allow the wearer to breathe after falling into the water, some can prevent the wearer from getting wet by the waves, some can help you determine the direction at sea, and some can help you determine the direction at sea. It can even protect your ships from attacks by sea monsters. Any sea monster that dares to approach you will feel the power of this amulet and retreat in fear."

The phantom transformed into an ancient book, filled with texts and sea charts.

"Various classics, some record nautical charts, some record the wisdom and experience of navigators when sailing on the sea, or fantastic adventures? You can compile it after the meeting, and the content will be passed through the cult After review, corresponding points will be exchanged.”

Then, the phantom changed again, this time it was a messer knife flashing with cold light.

"The weapons blessed by Marcelan are not only extremely sharp, but they can also summon water and thunder for auxiliary attacks when necessary."

Finally, the phantom turned into a huge, mighty, and ferocious deep sea turtle, its scales shone coldly, and it opened its mouth wide to reveal its white fangs.

"This is Deep Sea Ji. You don't need too much introduction from me, right? In addition to these, there are more supplies, equipment, sea beasts, instruments, and, by the way, there are also ship discount coupons. There is no need for me to explain the coupons to you. "Is it?" Darkus asked himself at the end, "For example, it costs 50,000 Sovereigns to purchase a ship, and you will get the corresponding discount after using the discount coupon, and all of this is for you to be better. The land serves Marcelan.”

His bar beeped a lot, but he missed a few key words...

When the admirals and captains saw the temptation of these rewards, they were also evaluating the risks involved. To their surprise, they found that there seemed to be no problem? Anyway, this money must be paid for anything, as long as the exchange ratio is not as exaggerated and excessive as one to ten thousand.

After the meaning of the points was fully obvious, their hearts were filled with expectations. This was not only material support, but also a symbol of their status and honor. Suddenly, words of praise filled the entire hall again.

Having a long history has the advantage of having a long history. In the previous world, his country had experienced countless dynasty changes, wars, reforms, and system improvements over thousands of years. All social models had been tried and all roads had been traveled. I have stepped on all the pitfalls, but I have not gone through the road of unity of politics and religion.

After all, there is no true God in that world. Let alone shouting a hundred times, shouting tens of thousands of times, shouting heartbreakingly and making cuckoos cry blood... But there is a real God in this world! That being the case, why not take advantage of this and take a path that has never been tried before?

The Sigma Empire is still a little tasteless. Unlike the next era, it lacks a kind of closeness. Bretonnia... ugh.

He believes that establishing a system that closely integrates religious and secular power around the true God is not only an excellent way to consolidate power, but also a political innovation. And it can also revitalize those elves and gods, move around and be energetic.

The religious system can be used as a powerful ruling tool. Through the power of the religious order, it can penetrate into every stratum and every corner of society, extending the will of God and the rule of the Phoenix King to the most remote villages and the most barren islands. This is more effective than mere military force or economic repression because religion is deeply rooted in the heart and soul.

He called this: a new reverse road!

The champions and the chosen ones are not only the spokespersons of the gods, but also the executors of national policies. All fields such as economy, law, and military will be tightly controlled through the ties of religion. The Phoenix King is the executor of this world. The controller of everything, Asuryan's only representative in the mortal world.

On the Isil side, Asuryan is at the top of the gods. Of course, this top refers to the elven gods, excluding those four.

And there seems to be no risk, no possibility that religious power, once too powerful, may backfire on secular power? Then it depends on how to define secular power in this world, and then how to find a balance between divine power and royal power, and also between various religious orders. This is something he must consider carefully.

But this does not prevent him from completing the entire pilot project first. After all, his identity and status are here. In terms of the Maseran faith, Serene, as the daughter of Maseran, is one with him, and he has absolute say. And there is a long trial period, and any problems can be adjusted in time.

"Next, you will go here." After suppressing the flattery that was still pouring out, Dacus pointed to a building in the temple area and continued to introduce it. (End of this chapter)