Little Priest's Cat Diary

In the southern city of Portoyas, the atmosphere in the government affairs hall of the palace, which had just received the battle report, was extremely dull.

"Father was defeated?!"

The crown prince Pastor, who was in charge of guarding the royal city after King David's expedition, showed an unbelievable expression.

Since he could remember, all he heard and saw was how his father led Portoyas to prosperity step by step.

Everyone told him what a wise and powerful king his father was.

And he has longed for his father from the bottom of his heart since he was a child. It is precisely because of his admiration for his father that he has been working hard to make himself an excellent person who can be praised by everyone and make his father proud. the crown prince.

But in his heart, his father, who is as powerful as a god, actually...

Holding the battle report in his hand, Pastor couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Not only the crown prince, but all the officials and military commanders present looked extremely solemn.

King David was a king with excellent military ability.

For so many years, he led the army to conquer the north and south, although there were times when he lost, but those few times were only small defeats, which did not detract from the brilliant victories he had won one after another.

King Davies had never been defeated so badly.

Losing soldiers and generals, they had to retreat to the next city in embarrassment.

"The people of the sea are really so powerful?"

The crown prince's problem at this moment is also the problem of everyone present.

The gray-haired old general had a sullen face, his brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper and deeper.

"Fifty years ago, the Sea Nation dragged the mighty Neelman Empire to pieces by itself. The fighting power of this nation must not be underestimated."

"Even if Your Majesty is strong, you may not be able to..." He paused halfway through the speech before continuing, "Your Highness, we must prepare for the worst."

The old general Nart's words made the atmosphere in the hall even more depressing.

Everyone understood what the old general meant by planning for the worst.

The people of the sea attacked all the way south. If King Daveyer couldn't stop the people of the sea from attacking, he would have to retreat to the king's city in the end.

At that time, Wangcheng will face the attack of the powerful sea people.

"I understand."

Pastor's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "From now on, Wangcheng is in a state of emergency preparation."

Everyone's face was terrified.

The state of emergency preparation means that Wangcheng is facing the most dangerous situation.

From now on, stop all trade.

Non-Podoyas must leave the royal city as soon as possible.

The army took over the responsibility of guarding the city walls.

From now on, all merchant ships will stop sailing, and only Portoyas warships are allowed to sail and dock in the waterways, docks, and adjacent waters.

"Your Highness, in fact, there is no need to be so anxious, you can check the situation first."

Someone couldn't help persuading.

You must know that Wangcheng is a maritime trade center, and if trade is stopped for one day, countless property losses will be lost.

In this political affairs hall, many officials have huge business interests behind them.

The suspension of trade is like cutting their flesh for them, which makes them feel bad.

One person spoke, and others followed up one after another.

"Maybe His Majesty just lost for a while, and will fight back soon."

"Your Highness, please proceed with caution."

"You made this decision in such haste, once His Majesty returns victorious, you will definitely not like it..."

"Father is going on an expedition, and I will decide all matters."

Pastor interrupted everyone's words. At this moment, he no longer had the usual gentle smile and polite corporal attitude on his face.

His scorching gaze swept across the officials below, and many people were surprised that when the crown prince with a good reputation for kindness and kindness sharpened his eyes, he actually resembled the power and influence of King David.

"I will bear all the consequences!"

As soon as the crown prince said this, the entire political affairs hall fell silent.

"go a head."

After Pastor finished speaking, he got up directly and left here quickly.

The old general followed closely behind him.

Pastor walked quickly into the corridor, but suddenly paused.

He said: "Grandpa, immediately send an order for uncle to lead the Knights of Spears to go south to support the army of the father."

The old general nodded solemnly.

At the moment when Portoyas is facing the invasion of foreign enemies, the most important thing is to unite and fight against the enemy.

…………

"King David defeated?"

The news also quickly spread to Schulte City, and Sardis also showed a surprised look.

Just like what he had said to Mia back then, even if he didn't like that person, he still very much agreed with that person's ability on the battlefield.

He never imagined that King Daveyer would lose so quickly and fiercely in this battle.

"The people of the sea are very powerful in combat?"

"Yes, Your Highness, according to the information obtained so far, the sea people are all brave and good at fighting, even the elderly, women and children are like this. They are a race where all the people are soldiers."

The confidant who knelt in front of him lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.

"Moreover, their weapons are very sharp. It is said that during this battle, the weapons of our soldiers were severely damaged, especially the shield gloves used by the Knights of the Shield. Half of them were damaged, so we had to temporarily switch to other weapons. "

Before Sardis could speak, a hurried footstep came.

Before anyone arrived, the rough and loud voice had already passed.

"General Shalam has led the Knights of the Spear to leave the station and march south!"

Sardis and General Nadia who stepped into the gate looked at each other, and they both saw the awe-inspiring look in each other's eyes.

General Shalam was hastily recalled south, presumably to go to the aid of King Davies.

Has the situation reached such an emergency?

"Your Highness..."

Sardis shook his head.

"We can't move."

It's not because he is narrow-minded, and he still wants to get angry with the crown prince when foreign enemies are in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.

The town of Schulte guards the northern border and borders several countries.

The people in Ston seem to have become more honest, but as long as they relax a bit, the hungry wolf will come and bite them at any time.

Not to mention the Mengast Kingdom, which is an ally with Portoyas on the surface, but secretly eyeing Portoyas, and those small countries that follow the lead of the Moncast Kingdom.

In order not to give them an opportunity, the Northland Legion could not move.

…………

The Portoyas army confronted the sea people for the first time, and the Portoyas army was defeated.

The city of Natarbel fell.

The Portoyas army retreated to the city of Gomoya.

The people in Natabel City were slaughtered completely.

Afterwards, Portoyas King City entered a state of emergency preparations, closed the city gates, and lowered the river gates, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.

The Seamen went south and attacked the city of Gomoya.

A few days later, the Portoyas army was defeated again.

The city of Gomoya fell.

King David's army retreated to the city of Dimez.

Rivers of blood flowed in the city of Gomoya, and the people were massacred.

After the massacre of the people on the sea, continue southward.

They overtook the army of Portoyas who had retreated to the city of Dimez.

With unstoppable momentum, once again siege the city brazenly.

A series of news came, and the whole country was shocked.

The people were in panic.

…………

The sky was dark, and light rain fell from the sky.

Thick clouds covered the sky, and the sun was hidden behind the black clouds, with no light shining through.

The wind howled on the sea, setting off waves.

The sound of surging waves came from far away from the sea, and spread to the battlefield of this fight.

The black cloud weighed down heavily, as if the darkness had enveloped the earth, and the dull breath was almost breathless.

It has been raining for a day and a night, but the continuous rain cannot wash away the smell of blood in the air.

Countless warships were stationed on the coast not far away, and the soldiers of the Sea People surged from the sea.

Wave after wave, they attacked the Portoyas.

The sharp blades in their hands cut off the weapons in the hands of the Portoyas warriors one after another, tearing the flesh and blood of the warriors apart.

The war horse was screaming, and its huge body fell into the mud, twitching and unable to stand up again.

The sturdy sea warriors swung their short swords and chopped off the head of the knight who fell in the mud.

Hot blood spattered on that ferocious face.

The warriors of Portoyas kept falling on the ground they fought so hard to guard.

The earth was shrouded in darkness, and there was no glimmer of light.

On the battlefield, King David brandished the spear in his hand, and the white armor on his body was already stained with a thick layer of blood.

Killing the enemy in front of him again, he panted and looked around.

The wind blowing from the sea roared past him, lifting the blood-stained cloak behind him.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield, roaring, and the impact of weapons passed by his ears.

It made him lose his mind for a moment.

lost.

Once again he was defeated.

The gray-haired king stood in the middle of the battlefield on horseback, looking slumped.

He turned his head, looked around, looked at the battlefield where the defeat had already been revealed, and the sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The exhausted body was extremely sluggish at this moment.

The spear in his hand was unprecedentedly heavy, and he could no longer lift it up, unable to move forward.

At this moment, for some reason, the surroundings suddenly became extremely silent.

He heard his own heavy breathing.

He heard his own violent heartbeat.

But he could hear no other voices.

He stood in the middle of the huge battlefield, looking around blankly.

Everything around him seemed extremely far away from him.

He...why is he here?

Why is he still fighting desperately?

Knowing that this battle is destined to end in failure.

Knowing that, just like the previous two times, he will once again retreat in shame.

Yes, again.

Again and again he panicked and lost.

He could only watch helplessly as his city was destroyed by the enemy.

He could only watch helplessly as countless of his subjects were killed by the enemy's sword, blood staining the earth red.

The cries of his people, the mournful cries of dying, seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

He can't protect them.

He can't protect anyone.

…………

...he was tired.

The light in the gray-haired king's eyes dimmed.

He raised his head and stared at the dark clouds in the sky with dull eyes.

It was dark ahead, and nothing could be seen.

There was no light in the sky, and the gloomy darkness made it impossible to find the way forward.

The rain became heavier and faster, and at some point, it changed from a drizzle to a torrential downpour.

He stood in the rain on his horse, with his head raised.

Bean-sized raindrops hit his face heavily, mixed with the dust and blood stains left on his face, and left red marks on his face.

The rain seeped into the armor, and the clothes under the armor were already soaked, and the icy cold air penetrated into the skin, blood vessels, and bone marrow.

It was bitterly cold.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered that day five years ago.

Under the setting sun that day, he stood silently beside the dead Te Leya, and the wind blew.

At that time, the wind was icy cold.

Blowing deep into the crevices of his blood-stained armor, it blew his whole body into a cold piece.

Just like the body now soaked in cold rain.

More than five years.

For five years, he always wanted to forget that day.

But when he recalled, that scene always appeared in front of his eyes very clearly.

Five years ago, he had a thorn in his heart.

Five years later, not only did the pricked place not heal, but festered little by little, getting deeper and bigger.

That rotten place has always been there.

He tried to pretend not to see it, but it was always there.

It even quietly eroded him, making him finally become the unrecognizable appearance he is now.

He had thought countless times, if that day, his hands hadn't trembled...

There are no ifs in the world.

He took the wrong path, and in the end he could only follow the wrong path to the end.

Now, this is the end of him.

So... so be it.

He is old.

He is tired.

Let it all end here.

The old king thought so, closed his eyes, let his vision fall into darkness, let his whole body fall into darkness.

There was a faint voice in his ear, and someone was eagerly calling his name.

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty!"

It seemed that someone was attacking him.

It seemed that someone had blocked the enemy's sharp knife for him.

Swords and swords flitted around his body.

The unique metallic clashing sound of weapons resounded fiercely around him, time and time again, breaking the tranquility and darkness he was indulging in.

In a trance, he heard a familiar voice.

"...Take Your Majesty away!!!"

It was a roar that shattered the rain curtain, hoarse and hoarse to the extreme.

The white-haired king suddenly opened his eyes.

His heart beat violently.

His breathing stopped for a moment.

His pupils shrunk suddenly into a hole, reflecting the long spear piercing out of the rain in front of him.

The blood-stained spear tip cut a cold edge in the dark air.

In the next second, it will ruthlessly penetrate the throat of the young general on the horse——

Too late to think about it.

Or it should be said that his mind went blank at this moment.

That was purely his body's most instinctive reaction.

His foot kicked hard on the horse's belly.

The horse neighed in pain.

He galloped over.

The rain fell from the tip of his hair, and the extremely heavy spear swung in the air again.

The sharp gun stabs out.

The sharp tip of the gun knocked off the raindrops falling from the sky, tearing the rain curtain.

At the critical moment, the tip of his spear smashed away the long spear that was stabbing at Antiste, and then continued to move forward, piercing the enemy's chest fiercely!

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

King David looked at his blood-stained spear point in a daze.

The torrential rain poured down, pouring blood from the tip of the gun onto the ground...

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Time travels back to not so long ago.

Antiste swung his long sword and knocked the charging enemy to the ground again.

In the torrential rain, he was completely soaked, and his hair was wet against his face, blocking his eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, brushed away the hair sticking to his face, revealing an extremely pale face.

The sharp pain in his shoulder kept coming, and the cold seeped into his open wound with the rain.

The sword that was blocked by King Davie not long ago split a deep bone wound on his left shoulder. After that, there was no time for him to rest. One battle after another made his wound always is constantly tearing apart.

In this battle, his wounds had already opened again, and the clothes and armor on his shoulders were stained red by the seeping blood.

Because of the excessive blood loss, his eyes turned black in bursts at this moment.

He is now relying on a will to hold on, maybe in the next second he will completely lose consciousness and fall from the horse.

This is a very difficult battle.

No matter how hard he fought, their army was still no match for the people of the sea, and they were crushed and retreated steadily.

Seeing that the people of the sea were about to enter the city.

Seeing that the tragedy of the massacre of those two cities not long ago is about to be staged again in Dimez City.

He was furious.

However, at this moment, Antiste suddenly saw King Davies stop fighting and just stand in the rain on his horse.

Even if there were enemies rushing towards him, King David remained motionless, like a stone statue that had completely lost its soul.

He rushed forward and stopped the enemy who was rushing towards King David.

"His Majesty!"

In the pouring rain, he roared loudly.

But his roar couldn't wake up the dazed King David.

Once again, he chopped a seaman soldier to the ground, and seeing three more people rushing towards this side, the knight who rushed towards him shouted: "I'll stop here, you take your majesty away immediately!"

While roaring, he waved his hand and killed the two who rushed over first, and was about to raise his hand to meet the last person.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the left arm.

At the same time, the severe dizziness in his head made his vision blur for a moment.

When he recovered from the dizziness, the tip of the enemy's spear was already in sight.

It was too late for him to avoid it.

The dilated pupils reflected the point of the spear that was about to pierce his throat.

At the last moment when he was on the verge of death, the regret that flashed through Antiste's mind was that he still failed to hand over the bow to his little disciple after all...

Suddenly——

A long spear suddenly thrust out from the slope, knocking away the point of the spear that was piercing him.

Immediately afterwards, he took advantage of the situation and left, piercing through the opponent's body.

Antiste, who narrowly escaped from death at the last second, stared blankly at King Davies, whose horse passed by him, and then stopped in front of him.

He saw King Davie lowered his head, staring absently at the spear in his hand.

The pouring rain is still falling, like a flood breaking a bank, pouring from the cracked sky onto the earth.

In the rainstorm, King Davie raised his head.

His eyes were startlingly bright in the dark.

The grizzled hair was sticking wetly to his face, but it did not diminish the determination on his face in the slightest.

His tall and burly body obviously hasn't changed in any way, but his back in the rain seems to suddenly stand upright.

A majestic aura erupted from his body.

The king of brave and fearless heroes finally returned to his battlefield once again.

He raised his head, his eyes burning brightly as if burning with flames, looking forward, towards the endless enemies.

He gripped the spear in his hand.

"Warriors of Portoyas!"

King Davie's thick and hoarse roar exploded in the torrential rain.

The long spear in his hand was raised high towards the sky, the tip of the spear gleaming with cold light was like a bolt of lightning tearing apart the rain.

"Follow your king—"

His roar was like the flag of the kingdom raised again on the earth.

The sharp spear he raised aloft recast the faith of the warriors of Portoyas.

"Portoyas, never back down!"

The sharp gun stabs out, marching forward without hesitation.

The king of Portoyas galloped his horse towards the pitch-black rain, rushing towards the endless enemies ahead.

The torrential rain poured down, covering the sky and the earth.

But he could no longer block the towering figure in the rain.

Behind him, countless soldiers of Portoyas gathered from all directions, like streams converging into huge rivers.

The sound of galloping horseshoes and the roar of countless people shattered the rain curtain.

Flames ignited in their dark eyes.

Strength gushed out of his exhausted body again.

The earth seemed to tremble under their feet.

They followed King Dayl, and with a roar that resounded through the sky, they charged on their enemies.

He is the king of Portoyas.

He is the king of heroes.

He is the faith of the Portoyas.

Behind him, the Portoyas never retreat!