Chapter 129: The Opportunity of Shemoth

"Inheritor?" Jace's eyes widened, looking disbelief.

Now the sky in the east has begun to turn slightly white, and the boundless night covering the earth is gradually fading away. Feng Kan and Grand Duke Francis did not encounter any obstacles anymore. After the mysterious black knight who claimed to be the "inheritor", he returned to Fort Reston smoothly.

"Do you know something?" His reaction fell into Feng Kan's eyes, which meant that he had already given a positive answer.

"This..." Jace did not answer his question immediately, but just thought with a flash of eyes.

"Damn! Why are you so virtuous?" Feng Kan joked, but he was a little strange in his heart. According to his impression, Jace is a generous and happy man. When he is happy, he can hold your shoulder and laugh. When he is angry, he will point at your nose and curse. Afterwards, he will drink, eat meat and brag and spank with you like nothing else. Why is this guy also starting to keep him in the air?

I heard that when I first went to the battlefield, this guy had quarreled with General Rodman, who was born in the lion clan, who had just shown his strength, and even had a few games. However, as the battle became more and more intense, the two sides' understanding of each other became deeper and deeper. These two guys who had disliked each other at the beginning eventually became the most tacit partners, and Jace eventually became Rodman's most hardcore follower.

And it is such a rough family with a long history, with the noblest blood flowing in the blood vessels, who turned to promote the beasts that crawled out of the dirty untouchables! This is a shame for the nobles of the entire Jamins Empire!

If Walken's ruler was himself, and if he had the right to inherit the imperial throne, he would never allow any dirty untouchables to get within ten steps of his own! He vowed that he would let Jamins' glory spread throughout the Trrantac continent.

But he had no chance, and neither did the Brenda family.

He raised his head slightly without any hesitation, and the horse face in front of him still urged his lips and tongue to try to convince himself.

Shemoth had no expression on his face, but he was smiling coldly in his heart.

Cott Stinberg - this senior priest of the Supreme God Cult, a guy who has the identity of the head of the Warden of the Holy Jamins Empire, does he still believe that everyone is as confident in the so-called Supreme God like him? Especially after the "Scarlet Moon" incident that shocked the entire human world in the imperial capital Mirhash seventy-five years ago, the prestige of the Supreme God Cult plummeted. Now only fanatics like him and those ignorant untouchables will believe in their Supreme God, right?

"Her Earl, now the army is inactive. Are you doing nothing like this? Can you tolerate the dirty pagans defiling the promised land God has given us?"

The Grand Priest Kot does not know the current situation of Earl Shemoth. In his eyes, this Earl, second only to Grand Duke Francis, is the person with the most say besides Grand Duke Francis. Earl Fargera's "defection" made Earl Shemoth become a nobleman below Walken and above ten thousand people. He should be grateful to the High God Cult. If it were not for the teaching promulgated by the Supreme God Cult that allowed Earl Fargera to leave, then he would have no chance to stand out!

But now Earl Shemoth seems to have no reaction to what he said. Don’t he know how to repay his kindness?

"His Earl..."

"Master Cott..." Earl Shemoth couldn't help but speak, "... Please go to the Grand Duke for details about the military matters! I am just a 'little' count, and there is no room for me to interfere in these things."

The face of Grand Priest Kot's horse fell, and his two small eyes were shining with bad light. If Grand Duke Francis was willing to listen to him, would he still use it to find Earl Shemoth?

This heresy-sweeping war is an opportunity for the Supreme God Cult and a chance to turn over. Now the nobles everywhere are not as afraid of the authority of the Supreme God Cult as before. Although the Supreme God Cult has not much prestige among the people, I believe that if this continues, the church will inevitably become a pawn in the hands of the imperial court of the Holy Jamins Empire.

This is absolutely intolerable to a fanatical believer. God's glory cannot be blasphemed, and even in the secular world, it should become an existence beyond everything.

If this war can continue smoothly and achieve a brilliant victory, then the Supreme God Cult, which launched this war, will regain prestige with a far-sighted attitude, and the rich new lands can also allow those greedy nobles to return to the glory of the Supreme God Cult.

He will not allow anyone to stop him!

However, he had no choice but to Duke Francis, who held heavy troops. Although he had the right to supervise the movement of the army, he could not command this army composed of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were completely loyal to Duke Francis. All he could do was urge, urge, and constantly urge.

And since the war began, he even had the right to attend military meetings, which forced him to doubt the true intentions of Grand Duke Francis and his piety to the Supreme God.

Grand Priest Kot - He was a suspicious person.

Earl Shemoth raised his head, stared at the soldiers who were gradually busy outside the marching tent with expressionless expression. If it were the past, he might have smiled and told the Grand Priest that everything was on him, but now... he is not in the mood to mess with this fanatical religious element. He can only wait for the military command to be issued with a nervous mood. Although he had known the result for a long time, before the official command was delivered, he still had a trace of luck, fantasizing that someone would come in to tell him that the grand prince would change his mind next time and that he could continue to stay in his original position.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a guard from the direct guard of Grand Duke Frances walked in and saluted neatly.

Earl Shemoth's body trembled involuntarily. Although he had been mentally prepared, he still felt trembling when fate really came.

"Earl Shemoth, today's military discussion will not be carried out for the time being. Please continue to carry out the original mission by yourself." After saying that, the guard saluted another salute and turned around and walked out of the marching tent.

Earl Shemoth sat blankly on the camp bed for a long time without reacting.

What's going on? Did God really hear his prayer? Did Grand Duke Francis no longer pursue his dereliction of duty before departure?

"His Count." Seeing his insane appearance, Grand Priest Kot finally discovered something, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling any physical discomfort? Do you want me to call someone..."

Earl Shemoth waved his hand and interrupted his next words.

After the surprise of returning to heaven from hell again, his mind began to become flexible, and at this moment he noticed something keenly - the suspension of military discussion? The barbarian with only his army in his eyes? This is impossible!

Earl of Shemoth knew Grand Duke Francis so much that even if he was seriously injured or seriously ill, Grand Duke Francis would never suspend military conventions as long as he was in front of the battlefield! In his eyes, the battlefield was changing every moment, and new situations would happen every day, good news and bad news. However, whether it was good news or bad news, Grand Duke Francis would gather the generals he could gather every morning and evening to summarize the battle situation and discuss how to act next to seize the corner of the goddess of victory's skirt earlier. Even when the battle was the most intense and critical, he would find time to communicate with his generals.

If the Grand Guild of Francis is lazy and does not conduct military discussions, it would be better to say that roosters can lay eggs and hens can crow and crouch!

But since that's the case, why didn't the military discussion be held today? Do you don't want to or can't?

If you want Grand Duke Francis not to pay attention to the matters in the military camp, there is only one possibility - he is not in the military camp at all!

This conclusion made Earl Shemoth's heart thump, and his disposal was just mentioned so lightly, which further confirmed his inference!

Grand Duke Francis is not in the barracks!

Earl Shemoth's breathing began to become heavy. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. No matter what happened to Grand Duke Francis, what should he do when he left the barracks at this moment? Wait for him to come back honestly and be thrown into the deserted town? Or...

A cold light flashed through the eyes of Count Shemoth.

"Master Cott." When he raised his head again, he had already changed into a gentle smile. "I wonder how the Church of the Supreme God would reward his loyal warriors if he conquered Fort Reston."

Grand Priest Kot was stunned for a moment, but immediately saw something in Shemoth's eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, "Sir, you're saying..."

"I wonder if the church will fight for a more appropriate position in the secular world for the heroes who led the warriors of God to conquer the evil pagan kingdoms?"

At this moment, Earl Shemoth's eyes were filled with endless fanaticism.
Chapter completed!