The Sun King's Evidence

As the Cardinal of the Church of Justice, second only to the Archbishop and the Grand Cantor, Alfred only brought more than a hundred people to participate in the Sylvanian Holy War this time. The losses in the last Battle of Tarfjord It has not recovered yet, and Afu knows that it is not good to send out the whole army again. After all, he is the Patriarch of the Western Britannia Diocese.

Advancing along the Ivey River, as it gradually approaches Sylvania, the number of civilians is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of troops is getting larger and larger. Although the elector Marius is a lunatic, his military and internal affairs capabilities are both outstanding. not bad.

However, Marius is like all nobles after all. He is only responsible for managing and protecting the people of his own fief. Others? Sorry, I can't control that much, please do it yourself.

In the border area of ​​Stirland, Iverland and Sylvania, there is a land of no concern. This is the Dark Valley, also known as the Night City by many people. This ghost place is now crowded with refugees and adventurers. Most of the people who come here to try their luck are desperadoes. Public security is very poor, but people still come in droves.

The reason is simple. Vampires secretly control the Night City. Here, any human can sell their blood to vampires in exchange for money or food. The generosity of the Von Carstein family makes the refugees feel a long-lost warmth. , this kind of warmth is warmer than the relief food (gruel) that Karl Franz distributed with many deductions, or the few copper plates and one or two pieces of black bread that the nobles received from working hard all day.

Selling blood once only costs a few silver coins. Don't make money too easily.

What, you don’t want to sell blood or you don’t have any blood to sell? It's okay, people can also contribute to von Carstein's career by digging and collecting various dead bones. I, Manfred von Carstein, am a good person. The last vampire count encouraged these people who are struggling on the line of hunger. Human beings rob and dig graves, steal dead bones and corpses, these things allow the undead to quickly form an army.

Within a year or two, the scattered tombs and mass graves within the surrounding two to three hundred kilometers were almost hollowed out.

After the Holy War Army arrived at Templehof Castle, Alfred wanted to know the situation. He took an entourage and secretly came to the City of Night in Dark Valley to see the situation.

The approach of the Holy War Army did not bring an end to the excitement of Night City at all. On the contrary, as soon as Alfred stepped into this place shrouded in darkness and unable to see sunlight all year round, an instinctive discomfort quickly struck him. This zealous cardinal.

Dark sky, dark city, dark streets, dark people, only the green evil moon shines with a strange green light in the sky, Mosrib has never been so bright.

"Hey! Welcome to Night City, I'm Jett!" Immediately, someone walked up. He looked haggard, with sunken eyes and pale skin. He saw Alfred wearing a black robe. , this human being was very excited: "Hey, brother, maybe you need a guide? In Night City, no one loves this city more than me. I love this city just like I love your mother! I regret so much. Didn't you shoot your thing on the wall? Now I have to beg for food at the door? Brother, do you have wine? Have a sip? "

"I'm new here and don't know how to play." Alfred skillfully took out a bottle of inferior barley wine from his bag. It tasted more like horse urine than ale wine, but this guy obviously couldn't control it. So much, he drank it in a slurp: "Hiccup, this is delicious. From today on, you are my brother, the new guy."

"Am I not your father?" Ah Fu sneered.

"Oh! Dad!" Jet's shameless look made Alfred sick, and at the same time he noticed that there were many needle holes in this guy's arms and arms.

"Okay, lead the way, where can we have fun?" Alfred's skillful look simply did not match the word cardinal.

"Anywhere, Dad!" Jeter said with a wild smile: "Every day, there will be many newcomers like you, but in just three months, half of them will become mummies, with delicious food and delicious food, There’s also the beautiful Kislev girl with big ass and big boobs! But the price is extraordinary.”

"The price?" Alfred looked at everything carefully.

"Usually you have to sell blood twice." Jet spun around happily: "But be careful, generally no one can save the money to sell blood twice. Even if you can, you must always be careful not to let others take it away. Everything about you, or your head will be split open with a hammer. In this place, there is no law, only the size of a fist. Do you know where the greatest and most legendary names in Sylvania are?"

"In the cemetery~"

Alfred was amused by the pun: "Is this how your vampire master educated you?"

"Hey, brother, let me tell you, in Sylvania, we don't follow the empire's rules. Here, regardless of the hero's origin, anyone has the opportunity to become a real noble. The main thing is that you can win those midnight Liked by nobles.”

"Don't call me daddy anymore?"

"Expired, brother, unless you want to buy me another drink."

In the dim lights, narrow streets, noisy alleys and chaotic markets, Alfred walked around for a few times. The cardinal thought he would encounter countless sins and distortions, but in fact, what he saw was, It was indeed a large group of refugees huddled together, keeping each other warm, and making a living by selling blood to vampires and collecting dead bones.

Most of their faces are pale from excessive blood loss and weak from excessive indulgence. They sell blood and then spend and enjoy it crazily. Then they squander all the money and then sell blood again. In this cycle, these people have become what the vampires want. He became a "blood slave" and willingly became the blood source of vampires.

Unlike Vlad von Carstein, who paid great attention to the number of living people in the territory to provide a sufficient blood source, Manfred has already reduced Sylvania to the point where there are no living people. This has been mentioned before. , will not be repeated here.

After walking around in the Night City, Alfred saw with his own eyes how the undead collected the "blood tax" and "bone tax". What hurt Alfred the most was that the refugees were satisfied with it. , compared to aristocratic lords and bureaucratic tax collectors, vampires are gentler. For these midnight nobles, money and food are all external things. Alfred had to be extremely troubled to see that the Church of Justice was actually more powerful than the Church of Justice in collecting taxes and sucking out bones and marrow. These midnight nobles are even more vicious!

What is even more darkly humorous is that there is a blood selling scene and various propaganda.

"The days of a family of three,

If you plan more carefully,

daughter’s birthday,

You also have to live a decent life!

Mr. Thomas of Ostermark sold blood for his daughter's birthday. "

Alfred had a thousand words stuck in his chest. The cardinal sighed and strode away amidst Jet's efforts to retain him.

There is no one alive in Sylvania. These words echoed back and forth in Alfred's heart. The cardinal couldn't help but pray again: "My Lord, they are all your people, please don't give up." them."

Along the way, passing by the dirty and chaotic River of Bad Sig, Alfred once again felt doubtful about this holy war.

He did not doubt the need to eliminate vampires, nor did he doubt the need to purify Sylvania.

Alfred is wondering, even if we eliminate the undead and solve the problem of Sylvania, can we save and improve the people's livelihood here?

After the church burned everything with fire, nailed the vampires to wooden stakes, and dealt with all Manfred and his Carstein blood descendants, can Sylvania really be saved? ?

The follow-up must follow, but neither the church nor the imperial court can do anything about it.

The cardinal was still waiting to leave, but there was some movement on the bank of the Badsig River, which was smelly and littered with corpses.

Not talking about corpses, corpses are everywhere here, refugees fleeing from the north, objects abandoned by Night City, trash who sell their blood until they are delirious, and civilians killed in fights.

Some scavengers were feasting on food, and Alfred didn't bother to pay attention to them. Just when he was about to return to Templehof to join the Jihadi Army, there was a clicking sound among the withered grass in front of him. sound.

Alfred subconsciously clenched his war hammer and approached cautiously. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, the cardinal's hair stood on end. His whole body shivered, and a deep cold feeling poured from the Tianling Cap straight to the soles of his feet.

A little girl with brown hair was eating the corpse. She looked to be only two or three years old. She had a pair of very pure big eyes, blinking.

But under her big eyes, her mouth was full of blood, and the single garment she was wrapped in was in tatters, showing an extremely dirty dark green color. The little girl screamed, but she took out the internal organs that had begun to rot from the corpse. She gulped it down, not even understanding anything else. When she saw Alfred looking at her, she showed a big smile, and then took out a piece of offal, as if inviting Alfred to share it.

Can we really save Sylvania? Alfred had tears in his eyes, and the cardinal tried to get closer. Seeing that someone was willing to pay attention to him, the little girl smiled happily, clapped her hands vigorously, and then handed a handful of bloody entrails to the cardinal.

Alfred quickly reached out and pushed away.

What's wrong? Why don't you want to eat? Don't you want to eat? The little girl blinked in confusion and tilted her head in confusion.

The cardinal's whole body trembled, Alfred's hands trembled, he gritted his teeth, and the enthusiastic bishop let his tears fall.

Why does this happen?

Humans, Chaos, and the Undead, who is responsible? !

Anyway, Manfred! I will definitely kill you!

"Let's go, follow me." Alfred gritted his teeth, picked up the little girl, and checked her body to make sure she was fine. The black robe he wrapped himself in was soon stained with blood, and the cardinal looked confused. The puzzled little girl left and returned to the jihadi army camp.

A few hours later Alfred arrived at Templehof.

The Jihadi Army camp was a little chaotic. After all, this was a religious army, a combination of secular armies, mercenaries, and wizards. Alfred hurriedly handed the little girl over to a combat priest and asked his subordinates to get her some food. Clean up and then rush to the camp.

The Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Vikmar the Resolute, is arranging marching missions. The reinforcements from Aviland and Solland are still on the way. Only about 12,000 people have arrived at Templehof. There is a lot of controversy among the coaches as to whether to march immediately. , the Archbishop and the legendary demon hunter Von Corden advocated marching immediately to catch the undead by surprise, while the Sun Knight mentor Lupio Flame and the light mage Sundiver Jovi believed that they should wait for the army to converge.

Alfred also believed that we should wait for the army to converge, but he had to admit that it made sense for Wickmar and von Koden to rush forward in a hurry. More than 10,000 people spent a lot of money on eating, drinking and eating every day. There were almost no supplies nearby, and they were poor. It is impossible for the Stiir Territory to provide logistics. What they can rely on is food assistance from the Ivey Territory or even supplies shipped directly from the Reik Territory. The logistics line is very long. As long as the Jihadi Army delays for one day, the logistics will be tight. one day.

At the same time, according to the scouts, the undead army is still slowly gathering. If they march at this time, they may be able to catch Manfred off guard and take Duncanhof Castle directly.

After three hours of discussion with no results, Vicmar signaled to take a break today and break up the meeting. Then he summoned a group of crazy vampire hunters. These vampire hunters were not official demon hunters. Many of them were already in dreams. Suffering from Nagash's whispers, he is close to madness, but he also reveals a fatal news - the undead is planning to resurrect Nagash!

When Alfred came out of the big tent, he saw the fire and the huge smoke column in the distance.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the Dark Valley, my Lord Cardinal. Our vanguard has arrived at Night City and burned it to ashes. This kind of place that harbors evil and evil should not exist in the first place." A cardinal said casually. said.

"But, there are many people there who are innocent civilians!" Alfred was surprised.

"When they become the dogs of the undead, they are no longer civilians, but enemies." As soon as the cardinal finished speaking, Alfred was about to say anything more. He suddenly found that the little girl he had brought back was being treated by several ascetics. Pressed on a tree stump.

"No! What are you doing?!" Alfred pushed the Cardinal away and roared.

Too late, the flail came down, and the little girl's head exploded, and blood and white liquid sprayed everywhere.

Before she died, she looked at Alfred with incomprehensible eyes, as if she didn't understand why these people did this to her?

"No!" Alfred picked up the weapon and rushed towards the group of ascetics, hitting the executioner ascetic to death with one hammer: "She is just a child, she doesn't understand anything! She doesn't understand anything!"

A bloody conflict broke out within the camp until Archbishop Vicmar arrived.

"Any contamination must be purified immediately! Alfred." After Vicmar understood the cause and effect of the matter, the archbishop looked at Alfred's hopeful eyes and criticized him: "Do you know what you are doing? What are you doing? Alfred, you idiot, are you trying to protect the vampire?!"

"She's not a vampire, she's just an ordinary human child!" Alfred shouted when everyone stopped him.

"An ordinary human child would have blood in his mouth and human entrails hidden in his clothes?" The archbishop slapped Alfred on the face, and Vic's voice boomed: "Wake up! My cardinal! Have you forgotten my Lord’s teachings? Have you forgotten our dogma? Impurity must be purified. For the sake of King Ryan, don’t let me remind you a second time!”

After the archbishop scolded Alfred in front of everyone, the farce ended in a hurry, and Alfred sat on the ground slumped.

Is there something wrong?

We came to save Sylvania, but why...we brought massacre and destruction to our compatriots?

Is there... something wrong?

…………I am the dividing line of Manfred biss…………

"The Crusaders have arrived at Templehof."

In Duncanhof Castle, Manfred von Carstein is discussing the next plan with the Lich King Arkhan.

"If the Jihadi Army is allowed to gather, it will be a big threat to us." Arkhan said calmly: "We should attack first."

"No." Manfred smiled grimly: "Guess who will be happiest if we attack Sylvania first?"

"Jihadi Army?" Arkhan thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, they are eager for us to rush out, eager for us to leave Sylvania and fight them under the sun." Manfred nodded: "In this way, we can neither take advantage of our strength nor complete the trap of the archbishop. plan of."

"Then what happens next..."

"Fortunately, we have an excellent servant who can complete this task." Manfred clapped his hands, and a necromancer walked out of the darkness.

"Hermann Goost, the youngest of the five Templehof brothers."

"He understands the terrain of Templehof and can complete the task of luring the enemy. All he needs is a decent defeat. Vikma will personally lead the holy war army into Sylvania and follow him."

"you sure?"

"I am extremely sure, because I know our Archbishop very well, and he will definitely decide this way, for sure."

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