After waves of hammering, the iron nails penetrated the bones and flesh and were deeply embedded in the wooden strips. With a monotonous creaking sound, the simple cross was pulled up by the rope, letting the endless miserable wailing go away with the wind until it became dark.
The sky is gradually withering in the wild wind.
On both sides of the road leading from Borodino Hill to the Old Town, crosses were erected every three meters to nail captured rebel fighters.
Among these miserable corpses were some inhuman, strong bodies with curly tentacles, feathered wings, horns and four hooves. The defeated rebels were surrounded and suppressed by the Beyelan Army that came from several directions.
Thousands of people who did not die on the battlefield or drowned in the river were crucified by the legionnaires and left to weather.
"I'm sorry, but I obey."
Griffith answered the herald in an unchanging tone like an endorsement: "The prisoners of the Verona coalition are not the prisoners of war of the legions."
"Commander of the First Class Assault Squadron," the herald from Beyelan shouted, "this is an order from the Senate!"
"I understand what you said," Griffith held his swords in his hands and spoke in a calm tone, "I will report to my superiors and follow the procedures."
"Who do you&*￥% report to?"
The officer who delivered the order raised his riding crop, but before he could utter the next threatening word, a musket grazed his ear, scaring him so much that he almost fell off his horse.
"Sorry, herald," Russell rubbed his hands slowly beside Griffith, "my hand slipped."
Griffith and his lieutenants and their subordinate soldiers refused the order brought by the Senate envoy and did not crucify their prisoners on roadside crosses. All the prisoners of war who were taken in by them were to be dispersed and placed in maintenance camps.
Go to the territory of Rona.
Griffith and Roland would not give up such precious manpower and reserve troops.
…
"Look, he won't obey anymore."
After listening to the angry herald's report, the hooded Consul Chalon sent him away, then turned to Count Larmore and Roland beside him and said:
"Even if it's an order from the Senate.
"Griffith, Lana and the others have no intention of complying. Tiberion and his wizards will be unhappy after hearing this, and the elves of Canaan will not be able to sleep."
Roland yelled: "He just said he wanted to go through the procedures."
The two counts of the Senate and the mastermind behind the Confederate Assembly stood together in harmony, turning their eyes to the glass valley in the distance.
The melted earth, rocks and hybrid bodies cooled and solidified into colorful crystals. The incredible configurations were like rainbows falling from the sky. Mountain peaks and waves stood beside the corpse mountain and sea of blood, making the land here mixed with desolation.
Somewhat grotesque.
"This is the power of the Children of Prophecy. With just one blow, the hybrid primordial body cannot be hit by cannons. The creations of the Outer Gods were wiped out in ashes, burning the glass together with the gravel and rocks."
Xia Long turned his attention to the fourth person present:
"Xia Boyang, the respectable commander-in-chief, the hands of the false gods were ended in one confrontation, and the army of hybrid experimental subjects also failed. The low-level mystery is meaningless in the face of the lofty mystery;
"The tens of thousands of rebels you recruited, organized, and armed were defeated in half a day by the Hand of God, who was less than 20 years old and led thousands of troops. They could not even touch the steps of my Lord's throne.
"Now that the matter has come to this, do you still want to continue to resist my lord?"
Xia Boyang remained silent.
Roland looked at everyone with interest and said nothing.
"They don't feel that they have failed. The Confederacy has reached this point and it is impossible to stop," Count William de Larmore whispered in a low voice. "Today's whining is just the smoke of a bigger and more tragic dispute.
"One of the best regiments in Beyeland was wiped out.
"New armies armed with gunpowder weapons, and even militiamen with only a few months of training could threaten well-trained veterans. From now on, no regiment dared to single-handedly raid hostile and rebellious provinces.
"Beyelan's offensive in Verona reached a turning point.
"The Confederacy's troops and tactics have been put to the test, and what they could not get at the meeting in Beyeland they will get twice as much from the battlefields of Sebasto, Odessa, Emon, and Verona.
"Roland's total war has arrived."
Xia Long shook his head: "Byelan still has an overwhelming army, and the combat power of the Beyonders is several times that of businessmen, farmers, farmers and small workshop owners. Even if the secretive Dark Supreme comes in person, the Confederacy has no chance of winning.
, unless they can call the evil god...
"Do they have it?"
Count Larmour continued:
"The battle that just ended announced to the whole world the birth of a new type of army. The Senate will soon approve the transfer of the new army into a regular army.
"The age of steam engines and cannons has arrived."
These words made the consul silent for a while. Soon, he made a face at Count Larmore like his own daughter:
"This is so daring~
"The arrogant ant climbed onto the human toes, and sighed at the moment when he finally reached the top - Hey, as expected of me, it seems that as long as we work hard, we can also be on par with the indescribable gods!
"How stupid...
"Don't let something bad like this happen to us.
"You are free, Xia Boyang, let's go; Roland, for the sake of friendship, I wish you eternal health,
"If you want to resist my lord's rule, go ahead."
Seeing that the consul was about to see off his guests, Roland quickly asked: "Wait a minute, what do you say about my proposal? My friends, time is running out. The price will be paid."
"I know, I know. In a few days, the wizards will show off their new toys. Let's just take a look."
Be it a cannon,
"Even if you go back and recruit 50,000, 100,000, or 200,000 warriors to resist Beyelan's rule around the world, if you only go to this extent, I will tell you the answer now -
"The Lord doesn't care."
…
"It's over...
"It's all over...our Savior."
A rebel commander fell to his knees. His eyes were dull and confused, and he was as honest as a rabbit waiting to be cooked. It was impossible to imagine that he was commanding thousands of rebel soldiers not long ago.
"That's how it was when we found him," Desai reported. "According to other prisoners, their commander lost his mind after the giant monster was destroyed."
Griffith glanced at the muttering prisoner.
His army captured a large number of rebel commanders and officers. These high-status people were not suitable for shelter, and Griffith had no idea of asylum.
They will be handed over to the Senate for disposal, or they will be crucified on a roadside cross.
"Take him away."
Griffith waved his hand and sent the prisoners away. His time was limited and he had to complete the most important interrogation work before Beyelan and the big shots from the Arcane Council arrived.
One of the seven Hands of the Gods, Naira von Kuimantha, appeared on the battlefield rashly, preparing to support Isius's actions.
This is not a clever plan.
Despite Naira's powerful abilities, the power of "Nostalgia into Sorrow", and the giant ship of the dead "Alombis", he was defeated and captured by the elite Canaanite rangers led by Galadia.
The high-ranking elves from Canaan then arrived to participate in the temporary containment of the Hand of God, who would later be handed over for trial.
It is said to be a trial, but in fact it is a ritual of deprivation of authority and execution. The big shots in Bijram and Canaan have long decided what to do with the uncontrollable hand of God.
Griffith passed through the heavily guarded half-elf guards and saw a cage in the center of the camp. It was six square meters square and could only accommodate a small bed and a few objects. It was always under surveillance.
Naila was locked up there. He was neatly dressed and his hair was not messy. He was sitting on a low stool, leaning against the iron bars of the cage and turning the pages of a book.
Griffith approached him and heard a whisper:
"I was standing on the beach and saw a huge beast emerging from the sea.
"It has seven heads and ten horns,
“On the ten horns were ten crowns;
"The seven heads bear a blasphemous name,
“The dragon they worshiped gave authority to the giant beast, worshiped the giant beast, and then said - who can be stronger than the giant beast? The giant beast I saw was shaped like a cheetah, with feet like bear paws and a mouth like a lion's mouth.
"The dragon gave it his power, seat and great authority... Well~ Mr. Knight, I'm glad you can come. Is Miss Elf's health feeling better? Please convey my regards and wish her good health."
Naila closed the book and nodded gracefully to Griffith who came outside the cage: "You can come closer. I am already a prisoner and will not use my authority anymore."
Griffith didn't believe it. Nostalgia can be activated silently, and it is immune to almost all resistance. By the time it is discovered, it is already too late. He stood far away and said: "I have a question."
"what is it then?"
"I have been paying attention to your actions from beginning to end. The previous layout was very thorough."
"Thank you very much, knight."
"However, your methods in this battle were very crude. Isius gained your authority, but not much results were achieved. You were also captured."
"So you are curious about whether there is a bigger conspiracy behind it?" Naila raised her lips slightly, "Maybe it's just because I'm weak and can't beat you~"
"The Arcane Council has requested that you be sent to Beyeland," Griffith said coldly, "where you will be convicted and sanctioned. Only cooperation can save your life."
Naila smiled at the knight: "I doubt it."
Griffith changed the angle: "Neferty will be sent to Homemon Watts."
"That's good. I will most likely be drained of my characteristics by the wizards and wiped out. I know their methods. Mr. Knight, can I provide some information and trouble you to take care of her..." Naila just shrugged, "
Oh~ No, it’s a pity that you don’t have time. Mr. Knight, then I won’t waste any time asking you for help.”
"Huh?" Griffith's eyes became sharp, "What are you going to say?"
Naila stood up, slowly approached the cage, and looked at the knight outside:
"You know, knight.
"You know better than me, don't you?
"That day, in the square of Odessa, a girl made the arrival of the gods. That day, you were there.
"Even longer ago, in the prologue of the story, you were by Krista Alicia's side, from beginning to end.
"Poor Griffith, you have to go up high... to look down there.
"Don't underestimate the seriousness of what's about to happen.
"We represent the gods, and eventually they will come.
"Human reason and everything we take for granted will be as fragile as ice under the scorching sun.
"The true horror, chaos and pain are beyond our imagination. Don't let regret and self-blame be the last sane thoughts in your mind."
Griffith tapped the hilt of his sword, wanting to ask something more. However, several wizards from Beyeland came towards this direction.
They came to the prison without any scruples, unfolded the parchment, and announced:
"Naira von Kwaimantha,
"In the name of the Senate, the Arcane Council, and the people,
"You are sentenced to death."
The silver-haired boy was very obedient. He straightened his hair, straightened his tie, and bowed in the direction of the wizards and Griffith like an actor about to take his final call;