Chapter 110: New Year, battle report, joys and sorrows
The cheers of victory lasted for a long time on the battlefield.
The soldiers looked excitedly at the God of War in the sky as if they were worshiping the savior.
The world worships strong people from top to bottom. If this strong person has made outstanding contributions, it will be easier for him to be enthusiastically followed by the world.
At this moment, the soldier who led the Kingdom of Faloran to defeat the dark camp has undoubtedly gained the same prestige and honor as the Three Supreme Kings, and may even become more respected as time goes by.
Amidst the warm cheers, Ren smiled faintly, restrained the light wings behind his back, landed on the city wall, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
it is finally over……
What followed was a burst of fatigue.
Most of the injuries and consumption on the body were recovered during the upgrade, but the mental fatigue was unavoidable. It was not easy for the human camp to win this war, whether it was for Ren or others.
Ren was once cornered by the Cthulhu clone and almost called his wife for help.
Charlemagne and the ten kings were also wounded, some seriously.
The old leader of Gulba was dripping with blood, with bones visible in many wounds. A section of his right arm was torn off by the werewolf monarch Ofilok and eaten. At this time, he was leaning against the wall, panting, and he did not even have the extra strength to recover.
Physical disability.
Speaker Daniel looked sad and hugged a pile of junk, wanting to cry without tears.
His Force Armor "Black Steel King" was scrapped, and it took so much effort and resources to rebuild it that he was a little dizzy.
It was also thanks to this armor that its performance was comparable to that of a top-level holy weapon suit, which blocked many fatal attacks for him. Otherwise, with the strength of a low-ranking king, he would have fallen long ago.
Director Carl was also covered in blood. He was sitting on the city wall, his breath was weak, and the top-level holy clothing "Fire Dragon King" on his body was somewhat damaged.
He had just broken through, and it was very difficult to fight against the Dark Lord, who was now generally a dual-route master. Fortunately, the Clement family had a deep foundation and could equip him with several top-notch holy weapons.
Even the best among kings like the Calamity Sword Master was injured. There were claw marks on the blue gold armor and blood stains, but his breath was still stable.
However, when Ren landed on the city wall, all the kings endured the pain and stood up quickly.
"Ren, good job."
"Haha, I knew you would be a great person in the future, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly!"
"Nice job."
Director Karl, the head of the Gurba clan, Emperor Charlemagne and other acquaintances came over, patted the shoulders, shook hands, and the forthright old patriarch gave him a hug directly.
These people either have known Ren for a long time, or they are elders, so they are not very formal.
The performance of the others was not so relaxed.
Even as a king, he had to say hello respectfully at this moment, especially the Savage Duke. Because Michelle had slightly offended someone Lei, he was a little frightened at this moment, fearing that the boss would put small shoes on him.
The strength displayed by this warrior master has surpassed all the strongest men recorded in history.
Doomsday General Augustus and Nightmare Banshee Lilith, judging from the power of their actions, there is no doubt that they are the best among the demon giants.
But now one of them was killed and the other fled.
Palmer, the leader of the Raisen clan, is also a leader among the ancestors of the blood clan. His strength is not inferior to that of Meredith before the breakthrough, otherwise he would not be able to live from ancient times to the present.
But he was holding the ancient vampire artifact "Butcher's Knife", which was said to have the strongest attack power, but he was defeated by Archduke Conor who shot from afar.
In one day, he killed one of the top giants and defeated two other giants. He was so fierce that if you look at the history, there will be few equals.
"Have you become a Star Lord?"
Charlemagne asked a little excitedly.
No wonder he thought so, even his ancestors couldn't injure Palmer, the ancestor of the vampire clan, who was holding the artifact "Butcher's Knife" with a slap across the planet's atmosphere.
This performance transcends the category of demigod giants.
The Sun King who was blessed by the will of the world back then was nothing more than that. It was just a flash in the pan and it was not his own power.
Only the sixth level has such shocking combat power!
Ren shook his head and said: "No, there is still one step left."
Why are you so strong even though you are still one step away?
Charlemagne was a little surprised and confused. Seeing that he didn't explain, he didn't ask any more questions. He suppressed his doubts for the time being and went to finish the work.
Although the war is over, as the commander-in-chief, he still has many things to do.
Rescue the wounded, clean the battlefield, count the loot, calculate military exploits, count the casualties of each unit and the consumption of guns and ammunition...
The work is so tedious that I may not be able to finish it in several days.
But these had nothing to do with Ren. He was only responsible for fighting and chatting with the kings. He couldn't wait to go to his sister's place.
Under the south gate of Dune City.
Arturia stood in front of a large group of wounded soldiers, lightly holding the "Holy Rainbow Scepter" with one hand, and performed the most advanced divine healing technique.
The milky white holy power full of rich vitality floated into the bodies of the injured soldiers like countless fireflies. Their wounds healed quickly, their broken limbs were regenerated, and even the blood and dirt were cleaned away.
"I'm healed!"
"It's unbelievable. My arms have also grown. I'm still worried about how to collect gold coins and potions, and ask a medical saint to help."
"If I can't afford it, I'm prepared to become a disabled person."
There was a commotion and cheers from the soldiers.
This is almost a miracle.
Most healing techniques cannot repair broken limbs.
Saints can regenerate after severed limbs, mainly relying on their own extraordinary recovery power, with magic potions and healing techniques only assisting.
To heal more than 100,000 wounded soldiers in one fell swoop is a fantasy for many people.
Wilhelm, the senior titled demon hunter of the Demon Hunter Association, "Angel in White", is a wet nurse and can treat up to several hundred people at a time. If the limbs need to be regenerated, the number will be reduced to single digits.
In this regard, he is a famous medical saint, and his appearance fee is not low every time.
The saints of the church throughout the ages have been top wet nurses, but they are far from the level of Arturia.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Therefore, the wounded soldiers looked at the peerless woman holding the scepter high, wearing a purple saintly dress with a waistband, bathing in the holy light, with a perfect face and sparkling white skin.
The saints are all a little lost.
How beautiful, loving, holy and noble this is, it is simply the incarnation of the goddess.
Not only did the soldiers feel that their physical injuries had recovered, but their hearts seemed to have been healed. Many of them even had the urge to join the church and follow this saint to the death.
I have to say that the church knows how to win over people’s hearts.
Choose a young, beautiful girl with excellent temperament to be a saint, and then train her to become a top wet nurse. Her lethality to soldiers and civilians is simply maximum.
Who wouldn't want to be cared for by such a nanny?
Therefore, saints throughout the ages have often been active and have a very high reputation among people in various countries. They are the first image spokespersons of the church.
After all, the previous popes were still too high-minded and ungrounded for the people...
"Is this a healing technique? It's simply a magical technique, a miracle!"
On the city wall, Captain Gonzalez saw this scene, his eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Archbishop Timo touched his chin, nodded with a smile, and said:
"She is indeed very suitable for the position of saint. Moreover, she has a very high affinity for the Holy Power and most of the variant powers of the Holy Power, and can control it perfectly. Even if the Pope is here, the healing spells he casts will not work.
It will have this effect.”
This is talent.
After Artoria healed the wounded, she put away her scepter and returned to the small church on the outskirts of the city.
Archbishop Timo and Captain Gang immediately descended from the city wall and solemnly welcomed the Holy Lady with the church's senior officials. After hearing the news, the nobles of the St. Joan Empire also came and surrounded her like stars holding the moon.
This time, everyone's attitude towards Saint Kate has undergone earth-shaking changes and they have become much more enthusiastic.
The strongest saint, the peerless queen, the demigod giant, the powerful demon giant Lilith, and an even stronger cousin...
All kinds of auras make her very popular.
Matthew, Prince of Storms, and Miss Mireyou, daughter of Duke Shield, immediately came over to express their goodwill. Even the grumpy Savage Duke showed a simple smile and said some beautiful words.
Very realistic.
Strength is really important in this world. Only with strength can you win the respect of others.
From a low-class female queen with no room for improvement to a demigod giant with a promising future, the changes have been too great and no one can ignore them, especially within the system of the church and the St. Joan Empire. Almost everyone must carefully consider the relationship with this saint.
A relationship with a woman means tangible benefits.
Artoria did not pretend to be the strongest person, and chatted casually with everyone for a while, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
After a while, she noticed something and said:
"I'm a little tired. Let's disperse."
Naturally, the nobles of the empire did not dare to disturb him anymore and immediately resigned. The clergy also dispersed and went to work.
Archbishop Timo, Captain Richard, and Captain Gang are still there.
They were very interested in the battle between the Saint and the Nightmare Banshee, and also wanted to learn more about the ancient giant Lilith and establish a file.
But at this moment, Ren flapped his wings of light and descended from the sky, directly picked up Artoria by the waist, and couldn't wait to lower his head and kiss her red lips.
Kiss passionately without anyone else around, without any concern for the impact.
Captain Richard: "..."
Archbishop Timo: "..."
Gonzalez: “…”
(ー_ー)!!, that’s too presumptuous.
Arturia's fair and pretty face was instantly flushed, and she was speechless. She never expected that he would be so bold. She subconsciously struggled a few times, trying to push his head away, but failed.
Ren kissed his sister for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile:
"Everyone, I plan to spend time with my cousin these days. If the saint has any activities, please turn them down."
After saying that, he unfolded his wings of light, hugged his sister and flew away.
There was silence.
Captain Richard, Archbishop Timo, and Gonzales looked at each other and wanted to say something, but in the end they swallowed their words.
Can't control it.
The church's precepts cannot restrain the strongest. A truly strong person can make and amend laws.
With Kate's current strength and status, it is not difficult to modify the commandments so that the saint can fall in love and marry freely, and many people will support her.
What's more, her cousin is even more perverted, almost a true god, and even the church can't afford to offend him.
Captain Richard looked at the disappearing blue arc of light on the horizon and muttered:
"Just pretend you didn't see it. In fact, it's not a big deal. She is fully qualified to be willful."
Captain Gang and Archbishop Timo both nodded slightly to express their approval.
At Kate's level, her private life is ultimately her personal matter, and she can turn a blind eye as long as she doesn't cause scandals such as gathering for lewdness.
Moreover, even church leaders like them now don’t dare to offend the Saint. After all, the core figure of the church in the next few hundred years will undoubtedly be Kate, and the next pope may not be as strong as her...
Raphael on the church bell tower also saw this scene, his face twitched slightly, and he muttered:
"This guy is really blessed."
Married the Valkyrie as his wife.
It is said that he had an affair with Irene, the Queen of the Night.
Nana, the White Dragon Girl, and Countess Anna are his people, and they most likely have a physical relationship.
Now they have taken away their saint daughter.
It feels like he has captured all the good women in the world. He is very powerful and has the demeanor of the God of War who selected concubines from all over the continent. Maybe Renn does not have as many lovers as Captain Louis, but the advantage is high quality...
………
At night, the full moon peeks out halfway from the horizon, casting a soft silver glow onto the earth.
The night sky above our heads was dark blue, quiet, deep, and eternal. Bonfires were lit on the ground, and the jumping flames illuminated half of the battlefield.
No one could see a man and a woman nestling beside the tributary of the Gordon River on the east side of Dune City.
Ren hugged his sister's slender waist from behind and sat on a stone. The ribbon and hidden buttons at the hem of the purple saint's dress were untied, and the bifurcated skirt revealed her beautiful ivory-white legs, and a big hand.
caressed it wantonly.
He bit her earlobe and spoke loving words.
Artoria's face was blushing, she was biting her red lips, her eyes were a little hazy, the ribbon at the neckline of the saint's dress was also untied, and a section of the purple silk slipped off, revealing her snow-white shoulders, delicate jade-like collarbones and tall peaks.
White lace is faintly visible.
The man's other hand also wandered dishonestly, possessing tenderness at will.
After the cruel war is over, it's really hard to describe the feeling of holding your lover in your arms, slowly becoming tender and expressing your heartfelt feelings to each other.
Ren enjoyed the relaxation and tenderness of this moment. Under the moonlit night, by the quiet riverside by the bonfire, he and his sister rubbed their hair together. The sweet and loving atmosphere warmed their hearts, dissipated their murderous intent, and eased their tense spirits.
A hidden magical barrier covers this area, blocking out prying eyes and outside interference.
"No wonder that after many classic action movies about racing, crime, and gun battles, the male and female protagonists kiss in a romantic dusk or under the flowers and moonlight. It makes sense. This is indeed a kind of enjoyment."
Ren kissed his sister's tender face bit by bit, and said with a smile and satisfaction.
Arturia's emerald green eyes were misty, her body trembled slightly, she reached out and pinched his leg, and said in a low voice:
"Do you have to be here? Why didn't I notice before that you were so mischievous?"
"hey-hey."
The corner of Ren's mouth raised, he looked at her face intimately, and said with doting eyes, "You found it too late, my good sister, I will never let you go, you will always stay by my side and be bullied by me.
.”
"snort."
Artoria pouted and snorted, wanting to say something, but there were faint sounds of crying around her.
Those were the cries of some soldiers with trembling voices. When they cleaned the battlefield all night and collected the corpses, they may have discovered their friends and relatives.
When the joy of victory in the war fades and the blood cools, we have to face the cold reality.
War means sacrifice.
Even if the human camp finally won a complete victory this time, it still paid a heavy price in the process.
"My brother is dead, oooooooooooooo... Why is he so stupid, he has to rush so fast."
"I'm sure, Sir Orlando died in the battle! In order to protect the members of the team, he was brutally dismembered by several night demons, leaving only his head."
"I found the identity plate of Claude's branch leader, and only a section of his arm that had been drained of blood was left. He was the younger brother of Alex the Axe, and he also died in the battle."
Various sad sounds came from the battlefield aside, revealing the cruelty of war.
With Ren's strength, he could hear these sounds even if there was a magic barrier. He sighed and stopped teasing his sister. He took out his dirty hands and retied the saint's uniform for her.
With a blush remaining on her face, Artoria quickly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
Ren removed the barrier and walked out of the river, while Arturia followed him silently like a little daughter-in-law.
The two came to a huge fire in the center of the battlefield.
The holy fire burned very vigorously, with a blazing golden color and a very high temperature. The soldiers carried some unrecognizable stumps and blood clots and threw them into the fire.
Complete corpses will be buried in the cemetery, and the corpses of some important noble members will even be embalmed first and then transported back to be buried in the family mausoleum.
However, these unrecognizable body parts can only be burned quickly, and there is no point in burying them. If necessary, a burial mound can be made.
Ren asked: "What are the casualties?"
Charlemagne was wearing the uniform of Farrowland and standing in front of the blazing holy fire. His heroic face looked a little uncertain under the constantly jumping firelight.
Carlos the Gunman, Alex the Axe, Roland the Phantom, Kelvin the Ghost and other senior members of the Fire Dragon Knights all stood beside him, standing silently.
Charlemagne's eyes were deep and solemn. He was silent for a moment and said:
"Preliminary statistics show that a total of more than 40,000 people died in the battle. No king died in the battle, and three saints died in the middle. One is my cousin Arman, the protector knight Pekka from the Bach Kingdom, and the Seran Kingdom.
Army General Guillerme.
The lower saints sacrificed 9 people, including the two saints of Faroland, the sharpshooter Glenn and the deputy director of the 7th Bureau Tulalan, 21 saints, and 47 masters, about half of whom were Faroese."
From the perspective of national war, this loss is very small.
Especially when compared with the dark camp, Faloran can be said to have achieved a complete victory this time. They all lost money.
Artoria gently held Liu Hai with her bare hands and asked, "How are the losses to the demon camp?"
Charlemagne glanced at this blockbuster saint and said unhurriedly:
"Preliminary statistics, there may be some omissions, the demon camp has killed at least 380,000 people, of which..."
Among them, one of the giants, Doomsday General Augustus, was shot dead by Ren with the ultimate light arrow.
There are three Dark Lords, Demon Lord Samael, Night Demon Lord Pedro, and the relatively weak new Werewolf Lord Makarov.
Because Samael wanted to summon the Demon King's clone, he withstood most of the power of Ren's palm from the air, and was destroyed physically and mentally in an instant.
The body of the Night Demon Lord was also blown up by a large-scale blow from Ren. His soul tried to escape, but was intercepted by the Calamity Sword Master, Captain Richard, and the Savage Duke, and they worked together to annihilate him.
The werewolf monarch Makarov was intercepted by Duke Starr and Nana of the Norkman Empire. The two dual-route human monarchs joined forces to defeat the unlucky young werewolf monarch.
The Dark Prince killed 8 people in the battle, including Demon Prince Milo and Blood Prince Hammond.
The Dark Lord lost at least twenty-five people in battle.
There is no statistics for those below the Grand Duke.
Ren killed more than 10,000 people with one palm strike, and Artoria's great prophecy spell later killed an army of more than 200,000 demons with one blow, leaving some of them without even leaving corpses.
Therefore, the number of deaths of the Dark Duke and the Dark Marquis cannot be counted at all.
After listening to the battle report, Renn nodded and said: "The death rate is almost 1:10. It can be said that we have won a complete victory."
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However, this is not easy to explain, and he did not want to expose the trump card of pirated "Zhuxian Sword Formation", so he kept it quiet from beginning to end, and only the two closest women knew about it.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether you show off your achievements or not.
He is already equivalent to a true god in the eyes of the world, and more achievements and honors are just icing on the cake and have little meaning.
It's better to keep a low profile, hide your trump card, and continue to trick people.
What if another evil god is killed?
That would be a huge profit...
"It is indeed a rare and big victory."
Artoria nodded and sighed again, "However, for those people and families who have lost relatives and friends in the war, it is still not worth being happy."
Renn was convinced.
A great man named Lu once said this - human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, I just think they are noisy.
When the war ends, some people are happy, some are sad, and some are sad and happy at the same time. The joy of being promoted and making a fortune due to military merit and the tragedy of a friend dying in battle may happen at the same time.
Usually, the stronger you are, the less likely it is that tragedy will happen to you.
Like this time, not one of the ten kings of the human camp died, but three of the middle saints died, and nine saints... The weaker the strength, the more precarious it is.
When you reach the level of the Dark Lord and the Human King, as long as you are not too unlucky or too desperate, you will generally not die.
It's even harder for giants to die.
For example, this time, if the Doomsday General didn't go crazy and insisted on fighting to the end, but instead ran away when the situation was bad, Renn could only stare.
Looking at some soldiers crying beside the holy fire, Renn thought of General Doom and his words.
"Those big men stood on the corpses of countless countries and people, praising their own merits and reveling in the power and glory of the empire. Now, except me, who can still remember the atrocities of the empire!
Those blood debts, those wronged souls, and those lamentations will all be buried in the dust of history..."
One general's success will lead to thousands of bones drying up, that's it.
No wonder it is said that kindness cannot control soldiers...
Renn saw Charlemagne's solemn and silent face, and found that he was not intoxicated with the glory of victory. He was a little relieved and said seriously:
"I hope you will pay attention to the burial and mourning of the fallen soldiers, as well as condolences and compensation to their families, especially those ordinary soldiers who are easily ignored."
"I see."
Charlemagne said calmly and forcefully, "I will handle this matter personally."
Ren nodded.
That's all he can do.
There is no death in a war. This war is unavoidable. Even if the Kingdom of Faroran does not want to fight, the dark camp will not give up.
Ren asked: "Is everything okay over there in Wisteria City?"
"The Demon Emperor has long since withdrawn. As soon as the demon camp was defeated, Meredith outside Sunlight City and Evil God Saron outside Pearl City in the North ran away immediately..."
Charlemagne said calmly.
In fact, in the past two days, the Demon Emperor and the Blood God Meredith have not even revealed their true identities from beginning to end. They deliberately wandered outside important cities in various countries, just to contain the strongest people in the human camp.
This can be considered a weakness of the human camp.
Important cities in various countries cannot be moved or hidden, so the strong men of the human camp are basically in the open, while the demons are hidden in the dark.
When the war starts, it is basically the demon descendants who have the final say.
"clang!"
"Dang-dang-dang!"
Suddenly, a melodious and pure sound of bells came from several bell towers in the sand dune city. The sound of the bells echoed in the endless void under the night, cleansing the soul.
This is the bell that bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new, announcing the arrival of the new year.
Yes, tonight is actually New Year's Eve.
The church chose today to hold the coronation ceremony of the Holy Maiden just to celebrate the occasion, but who would have thought that the demon would choose today to launch a general attack.
Maybe the demons did it on purpose. Their calendar is not a natural calendar, and today is not the New Year. They deliberately launched a general attack when the human New Year is coming, and it can also disgust the human camp.
Want to have a good New Year?
There are no doors!
But they failed, so the New Year's bell obviously took on a more solemn meaning.
The soldiers no longer cried, and listening to the New Year's bell seemed to have a little more hope in their hearts.
New year and new atmosphere.
"Bang bang bang————"
Over several towns near Dune City, fireworks began to take off. The fireworks were gorgeous and colorful, blooming into various flower shapes, or forming totems of words and animals.
At the same time, countless silver fires rolled down between the sky and the earth. If you look closely, you will see pieces of crystal-white snow feathers filled with cold air.
Snowing.
The bells ringing to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, the colorful fireworks, and the flying snow feathers, all come together to form this beautiful night scene. The moon and stars in the night sky appear brighter, as if the heaven and earth are also celebrating the New Year and the victory of mankind.
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The sad atmosphere gradually faded away.
The soldiers wiped away their tears and looked into the night sky. The dense stars danced with countless falling crystal snowflakes. The gorgeous fireworks and thousands of lights were connected together. The warmth and coldness blended together, and it was like the alternation of the old and the new, giving people an obscure warmth.
Arturia caught a snowflake with her fingers, and the tips of her golden hair were dyed with a layer of moonlight frost. She was as holy and beautiful as an elf under the moonlit night. She looked up at the gorgeous fireworks, raised the corners of her mouth, and showed a sweet smile.
"What a beauty."
She couldn't help but stretched out her hands to catch the snowflakes.
"Well, it's so beautiful."
Ren thought the scenery was beautiful and the people were even more beautiful, so he put his arms around his sister's tender waist and kissed her lips.
A long kiss under the snowy night, hot and long.
"Be honest and don't do anything bad again." After the kiss, Arturia reached out and grabbed his ear, coquettishly saying a little shyly.
Ren couldn't bear it anymore, picked her up by the waist, walked to the deserted river, opened a corner of the field, and isolated the inside and outside.
Under the New Year's snowy night, romance, sweetness, moonlight and fireworks set off the beauty's soft white skin. He and his saintly sister were lingering selflessly by the river, absorbing all her tenderness and melodious singing.
Not just him, everyone seemed to have let go of their restraints and vented their joy, anger, sorrow and joy in various ways.
