ca-book Chapter 125 125 Hold on to the dawn, the miracle of resurrection is not impossible!
Chapter 125 125 Hold on to the dawn, the miracle of resurrection is not impossible!
Chapter 125 125. Hold fast to the dawn, for even the miracle of resurrection may yet be possible!
“In this battle, we lost a total of nine hundred and eighty-seven Dawn Knights and one hundred and twenty-three Night Watcher warriors.”
“All war reserve resources have been exhausted, and all the warhorses of the Dawn Knights I brought with me died in the defense.”
“I apologize, Your Holiness!”
In the hastily built conference room, Markov, that steel-like tough guy, knelt in the center with red eyes.
With a thud, he slammed his head on the ground, his face full of shame.
Markov, who wouldn't shed a tear even if an arrow pierced his heart, choked with emotion.
“I have failed your trust, failed the expectations of the Dawn upon me, and caused such a significant loss to the Silver Armor Pillar!”
“Please, Your Holiness, punish me!”
Ian, sitting at the head of the center, silently watched Markov, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Punishment?
Frankly, Markov had already done very well.
Facing the Four Horsemen of Calamity and an army of 300,000 demons.
They only had a mere few thousand people, and Markov was barely able to protect himself by relying on the TNT replicator he had learned before. Even if it were Layal, he couldn't have done better.
Strictly speaking, Markov should be proud of such a record.
Leading two thousand five hundred men to sweep across the entire Bilka territory, wherever they went, the Bilka soldiers and civilians all bowed their heads in submission.
He relied on two thousand five hundred people to take down more than thirty cities of the Bilka Principality.
Should he still be blamed for this?
Markov's record was worthy of his pride and deserved the title of Commander of the Silver Armor Pillar Holy Knights.
If he had to be punished…
The sacrifice of these Silver Armor Pillar warriors had already caused Markov immense pain.
That was not just a matter of soldiers, but of comrades who, like him, had faithfully dedicated their faith to Ian and the Dawn.
After a long time, Ian slowly raised his hand, and the gentle white light of the Seven Holy Crown Robe extended to help Markov up.
“War has always been cruel, and there is no such thing as a perfect war in the world.”
“You, the warriors of the Silver Armor Pillar, have already done very well. You should not be punished.”
“I believe that fighting for the Dawn, until the very last moment, they were still honorable and proud.”
“Besides, you only talk about battle losses, why not look at how rich our gains in this battle are?”
“If it weren't for you delaying the time, how would we have had the opportunity to annihilate the 300,000 demon army, annihilate the Four Horsemen of Calamity and the Fallen Knights?”
Markov lowered his head with red eyes, looking dejected:
“But that's not my credit… If the Elven and Dragon powerhouses hadn't arrived, if it weren't for Your Holiness…”
“The winning factors of war are never singular.”
Ian patiently comforted him. After all, Markov had grown up after this battle, and he couldn't let him be discouraged by this little thing.
The Holy War in the future, if there were no accidents, would be many more.
The Commander of the Holy Knights must not be decadent.
“The charging warriors, the preaching priests, the logistics support, the transmission of intelligence… every link is indispensable.”
“You have already done a great job, I am proud of you.”
Haniya also nodded emphatically, looking devout:
“That's right, Commander Markov, the Dawn always cherishes His faithful children. I believe that the souls of the sacrificed warriors will follow the Dawn and ascend to the Kingdom of Heaven to exist forever!”
“This is their best destination!”
Markov was silent for a long time, feeling Ian's encouraging gaze, although he still couldn't let go…
After all, he promised before departure that not a single person would be lost.
But now, saying anything more would seem pretentious.
In the end, Markov still took a long breath and said:
“Your Holiness, I want to transport the sacrificed warriors back to the Land of Origin, that is the place closest to the Dawn…”
Ian closed his eyes, and after a long time, tightened the scepter in his hand, and asked back:
“Are the bodies of all the warriors well preserved?”
“Yes.”
Harun hurriedly chimed in.
“Thanks to the protection of the armor bestowed by the Dawn, and the rapid collection of the remains of their comrades by other Dawn Knights, basically, the knights' remains are well preserved.”
“That's good.”
Ian smiled inexplicably, a scene that made Markov and others somewhat puzzled.
“Your Holiness?”
Ian slowly raised his hand, and said calmly:
“Freyne, recite the contents of Chapter Thirteen of the Fourth Chapter of the 'Book of Divine Revelation'.”
Freyne showed a devout look without hesitation, folded her hands in prayer.
“Holy God, You are our shepherd, our lives are in Your hands.”
“Those with noble souls have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, but Your rod and staff will surely guide them back to the green pastures, to dwell forever in Your living temple.”
Markov and others were stunned, Ian said quietly:
“'The Resurrection Chapter'”
At this moment, an electric current that paralyzed their whole bodies flashed through the hearts of Markov and others for no reason.
They only felt that a door in their hearts slowly opened to them with light.
Markov suddenly raised his head, his face full of eager desire.
“Your Holiness, are you saying…”
Ian smiled gently and gently turned the magic wand in his hand.
“Miracles will eventually come, and before that, we only need to wait devoutly and patiently.”
“Yes!”
Markov became heroic again, chest out, head up, and sat down with a look of pride.
With one thing resolved, Resia looked sideways at Ian and said softly:
“Your Holiness, Bishop Matthew has already led the priests and deacons of the White Robe Pillar to settle in the royal capital, and the entire Dawn Domain has also stepped into the realm of the Dawn.”
“Next, do we need to start the final judgment of the heretics?”
After pondering for a moment, Ian shook his head, his gaze looking towards the western sky through the bright window.
“The judgment is set for seven days later. This grand Holy War's final judgment should give other guests some time to visit.”
“In these seven days, let Bishop Matthew and the priests of the White Robe Pillar sort out the follow-up management plan for the Dawn Domain as soon as possible. In addition…”
Ian's face gradually cooled down, and his tone was stern:
“According to Commander Markov, King Bilka sacrificed 70,000 elite soldiers in the royal capital to summon the Cataclysm Knight to open the abyss.”
“Although this battle was a great victory, the human traitors and rebels who showed up in this battle must be taken seriously!”
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After saying that, Ian looked sideways at Fishley and other elves.
“Fishley, you are a Druid mage, good at peeking into people's hearts. The work of interrogating King Bilka is entrusted to you.”
“I only have one request. Within seven days, on the premise of ensuring that he can live to receive the Dawn's judgment, no matter what means you use, you must dig out the existence of more human traitors!”
“I don't want the Dawn's faithful warriors to have such lowly demon-communicators in the rear when they are fighting the demons on the front line!”
Fishley suddenly stood up and nodded solemnly.
“Yes! Your Holiness!”
“My clan's queen and the Great Guardian of the Tree of Life are also in the royal capital. With them there, I swear to the Dawn! We will dig out everything King Bilka knows!”
Ian nodded slightly, meaning something:
“The Dawn is merciful, but it also has the wrath of thunder. For this kind of heretic who betrays the Dawn and betrays the bottom line of life, there is no need to have compassion!”
Fishley's eyes flashed, and the calm tone made Khalifa and others aware of a trace of cruelty.
“Yes! Your Holiness!”
Afterwards, Ian added some work on comforting the people of the royal capital and rebuilding the royal capital.
Finally, he sent the crowd away to get busy first.
Leaving only Fishley and Resia and others.
“Fishley, in this battle, you invited the Elven Queen and the Great Guardian of the Tree of Life, which played a key role in the Holy War.”
“The Dawn will not treat its faithful children badly. What rewards do you want?”
Ian didn't ask any more about the situation of the Tree of Life.
When the Seven Holy Objects begged him to be crowned before, the breath of the Tree of Life was particularly pure and vigorous, and even the most impatient.
It looked like it couldn't wait to kneel down and carry Ian to the throne.
From this point of view, the Tree of Life must have recovered very well.
It seems that the effect of putting the resources of the MC world on the continent of Rodley far exceeded his expectations.
Sure enough, Fishley proved this point in the next moment.
“Your Holiness, it is our duty as children of the Dawn to dedicate ourselves to the Dawn.”
Fishley first replied, and then excitedly held a seed shining with a fluorescent green light and presented it to Ian.
“Your Holiness, the miracle you bestowed on me has completely solved the problem of the Tree of Life. Not only that, but the Tree of Life has also evolved!”
“This is the Seed of Life that the Tree of Life entrusted me to give to you!”
Speaking, Fishley repeated in detail the powerful effect produced by milk and bone meal.
Ian's face remained unchanged, but he was also a little surprised in his heart.
Although he was mentally prepared, but…
This effect is a little too strong, right?
So…
Is it true that as long as it is a plant, bone meal can germinate it?
This thing is really a bit unreasonable.
If you really calculate it this way, the birth of the elves under the urging of bone meal is also understandable.
The elves born from the Tree of Life probably also belong to the fruit of the Tree of Life.
After playing with the Seed of Life, Ian didn't know what effect this thing had for the time being.
Now is not the time to ponder this, Ian doesn't know what abilities the crown and robe condensed by the Seven Holy Objects have.
These things are not urgent, and it's okay to ponder them slowly later.
The most important thing right now is what Fishley said, that Lily Ace came to dedicate her faith.
The elves are not the Winged Clan.
That is one of the most powerful and deeply rooted races in the Hundred Clan Alliance.
In addition, bone meal can germinate elves. Undoubtedly, elves can become another core combat force of the Dawn Church.
Another point is that the surrender of the elves will allow the Dawn Church to speed up the spread of faith to the entire Hundred Clan Alliance.
Ian was thinking about the elves who hadn't sent themselves to the door, let alone that they had already sent themselves to the door!
At the moment, Ian sorted out his mood and said gently:
“Whether it's coming from thousands of miles away to pay homage to the Dawn, or making outstanding contributions at the end of the Holy War.”
“I can't refuse your request.”
“Fishley, please invite your Elven Queen and the Great Guardian of the Tree of Life in, and the three dragons together.”
“I will express my gratitude to them in person…”
and…
Preach to the dragons!
Let them understand that noble dragons should also prostrate themselves to the Dawn!