Human dimension reduction

Brainwashing people, or demagoguery, can be said to be Petrosha's natural skill, and this skill has been set to full value without hesitation.

The rebel army that suddenly disappeared returned to the town against the wind and snow on the afternoon of the third day, and at the same time brought back a detailed road map of the surrounding area, as well as the allegiance of the nearest city, Alexandria.

The "loyalty" in their mouths is obviously beautified. Looking at their scattered team and the blood on their clothes, it is clear that this hasty "negotiation" must not be easy.

Men as big as bears trod knee-deep in the snow to meet their saint, and Petrosa stood on the steps of the church, looking at the weary warriors who crowded the narrow streets. With weather-worn weariness on their faces and the dazed excitement of war, anyone who stood in their way would undoubtedly be torn to pieces.

But when looking at the slender priest, this group of brutal and ferocious beasts subconsciously restrained the aggression in their eyes, curled up their paws, and behaved like little sheep squeezed together.

Petrosha clasped his hands, and his face still had that compassionate look on his face. He first expressed his sorrow for those who failed to come back, and then changed the subject, praising their courage and devotion to fight for the Lord at the expense of their lives.

The people who looked up and listened to him all showed fanaticism and intoxication as if they were bathing in the rain. They all raised their weapons and shouted the holy name of the Lord. Some people were even so excited that they cried aloud. Laughing at him, they all firmly believe that they are dedicating themselves to the Supreme Lord, and this devotion is great, noble, and holy enough to allow them to enter the kingdom of heaven after death and enjoy the happiness of the afterlife.

Establishing the kingdom of God on earth for the Lord, and obtaining redemption after death, this is the core of the lies that Petrosa used to control them.

People who firmly believe in self-belief are terrible. They are not afraid of suffering and death, and even express envy to their comrades who died in war, because that means that this companion will be rewarded after death. This kind of thinking makes this army have Extremely powerful and terrifying fighting power, no one can face the soldiers who would rather die than drag an enemy without changing their faces. They are like beasts that don't know pain, and their minds are full of rushing to die for the holy order of the Lord.

Under the hoisted holy banner, this army expanded at a terrifying speed, like a tsunami wave surging across the barren permafrost of Siberia. Already occupied by erected crosses, the towering Domed Bastion flies the rose banner representing Edward.

——Petrosha carefully chose to keep a low profile. Although he holds the soul of this army, neither he nor Edward intends to promote religiousism.

In fact, the establishment of a religious state is a very serious matter. In the long thousands of years, the Vatican has tried more than once to include the secular crown under the cross, and various religious classics have also used different expressions to express the legitimacy of theocracy. It can be said that a large part of the history of the Middle Ages was composed of the struggle between theocracy and royal power. Every talented king would try his best to get rid of the shackles of theocracy on the throne. Edward would soon be the target of public criticism.

Neither of them are short-sighted fools, Petrosa carefully changed the minds of believers, became a saint who preached the gospel of the Lord, and saved the poor from spiritual hell, while Edward was perfect to redeem them from the flesh. A leader who saves people from physical suffering and touches worldly happiness during their lifetime.

This team, which calls itself the Salvation Army in private, fought north and south, but the strange thing is that they don't seem to have a definite stronghold. They often occupy a city and a fringe area, and settle there for a few months, recuperate for about half a year, and store enough The young and middle-aged men supplemented the shortage of the army, and then rolled up the flag with a huff and went to the next place.

Because this style of painting while walking and fighting is too strange, and it doesn't seem to have the intention of occupying the mountain as king. Although their number is constantly expanding, they have not aroused too much vigilance from the nobles and the revolutionary army at all.

In layman's terms, a warlord without a territory is not worth paying attention to at all. Without a territory, it means that there is no stable source of food and logistical supplies. This is fatal to an army. As long as someone is sent to cut off their On the back road, this army will be scattered in an instant.

It is precisely because of this kind of thinking that even though the number of the Salvation Army is expanding wildly, they are completely ignored by the confronting nobles and revolutionary army.

However, they have ignored a problem, it has been so long, why the huge army with "no fixed source of food" and no stable logistics can still maintain a considerable size without any sign of collapse?

They didn't even realize that in the cities occupied by the Salvation Army, the people inside showed unprecedented devotion to the Lord, the old and dilapidated churches took on a new look, and the priests brought by the Salvation Army patiently listened to the people's prayers and taught I broke it apart and broke it up bit by bit to inform them.

This spider web did not shatter and disappear because of the spiders' departure, but because they traveled more and more places, it gradually showed a terrifying situation that would cover the vast Siberia.

In late November of this year, they spent nearly three years occupying most of the cities on the Siberian Plain, then turned around and crossed the Yenisei River, which seemed to be a dividing line. When he didn't react, Yekaterinaburg and several important cities around it were laid down in one breath.

This time, they had no intention of leaving at all.

Yekaterinburg is one of the most important big cities in the country, and it is the central region and its key hub. Her fall finally made some people realize that something was wrong. Looking back, they found that this comic in poor Siberia The size of the armies wandering aimlessly has grown to frightening proportions.

The point is, they seemed to be belatedly discovering the stupidity of their wandering around, lying in Yekaterinburg with a sullen face and refusing to leave.

"The pigeons in the rear are proclaiming the Gospel of the Lord according to the original plan, and have not attracted special attention so far."

The man who said this was 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and a straight back. His golden-brown hair was much darker and silky, covering his neck softly. His blue-gray eyes were extremely lustrous. Shallow, like flowing mercury, wider than the low and dusty sky of Siberia in winter, with a hard metal texture and icy sharpness, and the slight blue around the pupils will only appear under certain lighting conditions.

The grown-up Petrosha did not disappoint the strong genes of the Slavs, and he had a height that did not hinder his compatriots. However, compared with the body shape that a man of the same height should have, he is still a bit thin, with long legs A pestle in the snow is like an arctic hare standing up in the ice and snow.

But no matter how thin he is, he can't hide his pure and handsome features. The elf-like handsomeness in his youth has completely turned into a masculine handsomeness after opening. His face and bones are sharp, his eyebrows are handsome, and the hormones that emanate unconsciously from all over his body are enough to shock everyone who sees him.

When Petrosa preached in the church, not only unmarried girls, but even some men could not help but fall into a trance because of looking at him for too long.

It is precisely because his face is too similar to the archangel that people fantasize about, coupled with Petrosha's advanced skills, people's devotion to the faith is becoming more and more crazy, and some people even rumored in private that Father Belinsky is The incarnation of the archangel sent by the Lord to the world.

He held a piece of paper in his hand, looked at the light for a while, and then burned it with the fire in the lampshade. Edward, who was sitting behind the mahogany table, responded, raised his head from the stack of documents, and looked at the Seeing Petrosha in a simple white robe, he reminded: "It's snowing outside, watch your eyes when you go out."

As I mentioned before, Petrosha's eyes are very beautiful, they are mercury-like metallic gray in dim light, and appear pure blue in sunlight.

But this kind of beauty is not normal. He suffers from severe heterochromia iris and is very sensitive to changes in light. It was spent indoors, and those who needed to go out to appease the people were handed over to Edward.

In fact, this setting should be used to increase the character's fashion value, and it is also an important link to promote the relationship between the player and the npc. Originally, the player would get the opportunity to take care of Petrosa, and the relationship between the two warmed up. Finally, the player promised The promise of "Let me be your eyes" moved Petrosa and started the confession link. In the process, he can also get a lot of beautiful cg. Many yellow color batch players play a limited route...

For example, a dark room, such as blindfolded eyes with silk—things like that are enough to make all color batch players slap their thighs and show weird smiles.

It's a pity that the wonderful setting met a player who didn't understand the style, so this setting became purely disgusting.

Hearing the words, Petrosha turned his face to look at Edward, his eyes moved very slowly, darting past Edward's body inch by inch, as if he had discovered something strange.

"What's the matter?" Edward felt the gaze falling on him, and asked without raising his head.

"No, it's nothing," Petrosa said absently and perfunctorily, rubbing his index finger and thumb together, and casually picked up a topic, "What do you want for lunch? You didn't eat much this morning."

"If you can teach them reason and restraint, I won't have to leave my breakfast and go out to clean up the mess for them." Edward said in a cold tone.

The corner of Petrosha's mouth curled up, obviously he was used to this kind of complaint, and he smoothed out his hair with ease: "Fanically following and rationally thinking are things that are originally incompatible. We have obtained their unconditional allegiance, and The madness of obeying orders and risking your life to complete it, naturally you have to endure a little bit of those that are not good enough."

"Muffins, lamb chops, grilled steak, and vegetable soup, did you say you wanted meat aspic last time?" Petrosa reported the names of the dishes one by one, and Edward, who was listening to the document with his head down, said unhappily Frowning: "No steak."

Like a good-natured polar bear, Petrosha nodded and said indifferently: "Then let me eat your share, and the Bollinger cake should be served with yogurt and caviar, right? A few cans of sturgeon arrived this morning The seeds are very fresh."

Edward scratched his name on the paper and named him: "I want ice cream, it's been frozen."

After he finished signing his name, he found that the people in front of him were silent, so he looked up and saw Petrosa, who had a charming motherly aura when he reported the name of the dish, was staring at the dish with the smile of Purdue sentient beings that he used when preaching. He sees.

Although the loving mother's aura doesn't quite match the 1.9-meter-high Slavic man Petrosha, it has to be said that Petrosha, who can cook well, doesn't quite fit the personality of this face.

When he is willing, he can really be a perfect lover, companion, and relative, swallowing people quietly with excessive doting and indulgence, but even the victim can't tell whether he is acting out of acting In doing so, it is because of his own personality and hobbies.

Edward sighed slightly, then paused: "Peja."

Petrosa raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.

Edward rubbed his brows, hesitated for a moment: "Petenka."

Petrosa showed a half-smile expression.

Edward narrowed his eyes.

Petrosa finally took a step back and raised a slender finger: "A small bowl."

The blond boy nodded reservedly, and the two reached a tentative reconciliation.

This kind of situation often happened after Petrosa completely mastered the dinner table between the two. At the beginning, Petrosha could only cook some basic dishes, but he didn't know whether it was because he was competitive by nature or could not tolerate his own shortcomings. Began to learn to cook all kinds of dishes crazily, so that Edward was a little confused, maybe this Slav really has a heart that yearns for the kitchen?

In short, because Petrosa's temperament is too gentle, ignoring the noble and stern face of the archangel, there is no sense of disobedience between him and the kitchen.

When Edward saw the end of a sermon, a silver-haired Slavic lady took Petrosa to discuss the use of cheese in stews, and Petrosha not only listened with gusto, but even made well-founded opinions At that time, he felt that this man was invincible to some extent.

As expected, they were of sturdy Slavic blood, and even the old lady's kitchen couldn't stop their invasion.

Petrosha, who was leaving with the lunch menu, met the patrol team head-on. These tall and burly Slavic youths all showed excitement when they saw him, and watched him leave with respect and love. If it wasn't for them Without an umbrella, they might rush up eagerly to ask if they would have the honor of seeing Father Linski off.

Not long after Petrosha left, the task box suspended in front of Edward was updated again.

The blond little king couldn't help but frowned, probably because the progress bar of the main mission "Conquering the World" was almost full, and the missions that popped up recently were all very weird, filled with a greasy smell of pink bubbles , which made him very disgusted.

[Intimate contact is an important way to increase the degree of goodwill. If you have already reached an intimate relationship, you need more tacit understanding and mutual understanding.

a. A long and deep kiss is the only way to touch the heartbeat.

b. Lovers want to sleep in the same bed and embrace each other!

c. An affectionate confession is more intoxicating than fine wine. 】

...This is much more than the previous hugs and kisses. At least he could use forehead kisses or face-to-face salutes before, but this "deep kiss"...

He doesn't really mind selling his integrity for the sake of the game. The problem is that it involves the confidentiality of the player's identity. Petrosha is not a clumsy idiot. Hiding the player's identity and pretending to be an NPC is the invisible prerequisite for their cooperation. As a player, I am afraid that Petrosha will do anything to kill him.

It doesn't matter whether he dies or not, anyway, he can replace other accounts, but he really doesn't want to be willing to hit such a long progress bar.

In order to survive safely until the game is cleared without being backstabbed by Petrosha, he must find a way to get in the end.

After thinking for a long time, he decisively chose option two.

Then he fell down the stairs when he went out in the afternoon because he was absent-minded about other things and broke his left leg gloriously.

After getting the news, Petrosa came back from the church in a hurry. His shoulders and the top of his head were covered with thin snow, and his long eyelashes were covered with frost from snow condensation. The 1.9-meter tall man blocked the outdoor light as soon as he entered the door. For the most part, his face was gloomy, while the patient sitting by the bed was in high spirits, flipping a thick roll of paper in his hands. Apart from his pale face due to the pain, he didn't seem to have any abnormalities.

Petrosa raised his brows high: "What are you doing?"

Edward had one leg hanging under the bed naturally, and the other leg was tightly wrapped and placed on the quilt. After hearing the voice, he closed the thick paper roll: "Peja? Why are you back? Aren't you going to church this afternoon?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the calendar on the bedside to confirm the date.

Petrosa frowned.

"They said you fell down the stairs..."

"Oh, I just slipped accidentally. You know, the stairs that have just snowed are very slippery. I just didn't stand firm. The doctor said that the problem is not serious, and it will be fine after a period of time."

He answered casually, obviously not taking this matter to heart, and continued to look down at the pile of documents, leaving Petrosa feeling inexplicably panicked.

"You know you can't die now, right?" He stood for a while, then said abruptly, "You are the core of the army, the secular leader, and they all believe that following you is like following the gods on earth, if you If I die, I'll be in trouble."

"Okay, Pejia, it's enough to deceive others with this kind of words," the blond boy was a little helpless, "It's just a little trouble, it's not a big disaster for you, they follow me, and there is one last The important reason is that you are by my side - you are the real saint walking on the earth."

"—Your Majesty the Holy One."

He emphatically said the title, which had appeared several years ago and was now more widely spread.

After Edward finished speaking, he casually pressed the thick stack of documents on his injured leg. He injured his calf, and the pressing of the document on his thigh only affected the skin and flesh at most, and did not cause secondary damage. As the injured, The strength he used was also very appropriate, but the visual effect of the thick stack of things pressing on it was really extraordinary, and Petrosha's brows twitched fiercely when he saw it.

"I'll come over to watch you sleep tonight." The Slavic youth announced his decision in an unquestionable tone, and before Edward could refuse, he turned and went out.

The boy who yelled symbolically closed his mouth, wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

Why didn't he enjoy the joy of the game, but tortured himself like this?

Petrosa, who kept his word, really kept his promise, sat down beside Edward's bed when it was dark, and looked at the restless patient with a pair of gray eyes. The blond boy was lying straight on the bed with his eyes closed. After lying down for 10 minutes, disturbed by the two overly existential gazes, he finally grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it on Petrosa: "Either close your eyes, or get out!"

He didn't say anything about letting Petrosha leave, and he knew that he couldn't say anything to the extremely self-conscious Slavs on this issue.

Petrosa, who could not keep his eyes closed all night, climbed into bed with the pillow in his arms.

——This is just a very small thing in the process of getting along with them, and it is not even worth spending too much time to record.

When the spring of the second year was coming to an end, the flags of the Salvation Army had already crossed the Volga River, and the cities they occupied and abandoned also raised the same banners overnight, as if flames of the same color were burning in unknown places. Time burned and swept across the entire Siberia, and the revolutionary army that had been in full swing for several years was wiped out by this group of fanatics. Most of them threw away their helmets and armor and fled back to their hometowns, while a small number of people rebelled and joined the Salvation Army.

The nobles huddled south of the Volga River turned out to be the last resistance force of the old dynasty.

But it seems that they can't resist for a long time. The army going south like a torrent is magnificent, and the old soldiers who need serfs to lead the horses can't beat them. Most of the cavalry with combat effectiveness have been damaged by the Volga River. The crown of the dynasty offered its last allegiance.

In less than ten days, the royal family and nobles left the land and fled to the neighboring country to seek asylum. The flag belonging to the Salvation Army was planted on the commanding heights of the last fallen city.

Since then, the entire huge empire has crouched under the cross and the rose.