. "Quiet! Silence me!"

Facing the angry subordinates, Manuel shouted at the top of his lungs, tears faintly flashing on the corners of his eyes.

"I know that you are not afraid of death, and you all believe in and love the Lord of the Sun God devoutly. Even in this critical moment, you have not been shaken at all. As the guardian of the Temple of Time and the first warrior under the God of the Sun God, I am very grateful for your efforts. But..."

He stretched out a hand that was as dry as bark as dry tree, pointing to the ruins that had not dissipated, as well as the crosses covered with broken bodies and blood-stained...

"To defend our holy land, too many people have sacrificed themselves. Most of you are just ordinary farmers, craftsmen, servants, and even slaves! You have never received much favor from the church in your life, you have never learned how to use weapons, and you have no obligation to die for the Temple of Time!

But you still persevered, and persevered while the guys who should be left behind had all escaped. And in this hellish blood and smoke, you have been struggling to survive until now. No matter what your origin is, you are the most honorable warriors, but the result is...ah!" He couldn't help but sigh, with an infinite look of melancholy.=

"Here, I don't want to blame anyone or complain about anything. Now, the army of His Majesty the King of the Mountains has arrived, and the enemy is at the end of his strength, but the battle will be very dangerous... You have already sacrificed enough, much more than what you deserve. There are more people who have been favored by the Sun God, who should also fulfill their obligations for this holy war. Therefore, I don't want more of you to die before victory, especially those who still bear other responsibilities. You should think about your wife and children's expectations for you to go back alive. The kind Sun God must agree with me. Although," Manuel smiled sadly, "This victory is actually no different from failure!"

With the old priest's plain but sincere words, the crowd gradually became silent, and the air was filled with loss and sorrow. Manuel looked around and saw that the atmosphere had begun to ease, so he waved his hand again as if he was relaxed. He said loudly.

"I was just called to the ground. Let's go quickly before the battle started. Don't keep forcing me anymore. You have already paid enough for the gods. Now it's time to think about yourself! There is nothing to be ashamed of, and no one will think you are a coward. Since you have escaped from hell, don't rush to go for a second time."

Although Manuel tried hard to make a humorous and slick accent, no one present could laugh out loud.**

After a moment of hesitation, about 30% of the people put down their weapons and silently withdrew from the team. The regular soldiers around them probably received some hints, but they did not stop them.

The rest of the people said goodbye to their companions with their eyes, and then quietly rearranged the team. These people either regarded the temple as their home and had nowhere to go; or the whole family had been killed in the war and had no worries. Although their fighting will is as strong as a mentally ill, they had not received any military training, and the new formation was even more tilted than before, and it was not so concise no matter how you look at it.

However, soldiers are not models, are not T-shaped stages on the battlefield, and the army is not guard of honor. No matter how good you play in a stance, you usually cannot kick the bullets away. The cruel hand-to-hand combat is the battle form that requires the most courage and the least discipline...

As the departure's back gradually disappeared, the smile that Manuel had barely pretended to be dissipated also disappeared.

He reached into his arms and secretly touched the three small porcelain bottles hidden close to his body. The ceramic craftsmen from the Far East Island country had a lot of experience in making such gadgets. The celadon bottle was made smooth and crystal, as gentle as jade, as delicate as a girl's skin. But when he came to Manuel's hand, it seemed like a red soldering iron. With a light touch, it bounced open again.

There were ashes of Manuel’s three young grandsons!

In recent months, due to hundreds of thousands of elves attacking each other, Cusco's urban neighbors were rubble, and most of the residents had to escape from the city. Manuel's three grandsons who lived in the capital were no exception. They were sent to the retreat team of the Sun God Church by the loyal old housekeeper, and then escaped from Cusco under the protection of a small team of mercenaries.

After a long journey, the team finally arrived at the holy land located on the other end of the plateau. Unexpectedly, the elves caught the siege army besieged the Temple of Time. Then, while looking for a camp, they unfortunately encountered a group of rebellious tribes who surrendered to the enemy...

After a while of melee, they finally barely defeated the rebels. But Manuel's three grandsons were all seriously injured. After struggling repeatedly for a few days, they finally left the world in pain due to their severe wounds less than half a day away from their grandfather.

When he received this bad news, Manuel was at a loss because of the goddess' sleep, and was even more desperate and desperate. Apart from the youngest son who disappeared on the battlefield and was in danger, he had no relatives in the world!

Sixty years ago, Manuel, who was in exile, traveled alone west, then rose to prominence on this snowy plateau, started a family and gradually reproduced his own family. ***** Unexpectedly, this age that deserves to enjoy the joy of family life, he was sent to black people again and again, and was eventually knocked out of his true form and became a lonely person!

All my relatives are dead, and I don’t know how many centuries it will take for the gods who appreciate me to be resurrected. What’s the point of me, a helpless old man, living alone in this world!

Manuel bit his lips, resisting the grief and despair that was almost empty, shrugged, and then said as if he was teasing.

"Haha, the people who are still caring at home have already left. Now, we, the poor guys who are careless, should show their power! Please cheer up and let the enemies and traitors in front of you learn what the anger of the Sun God is!"

"Praise the great sun god!"

"Fight for the Lord!"

"You will die if you betray the great god!"

In the air that was only a hundred feet away from them, Feli rode on the neck of the old black dragon Holmes, silently staring at the fists standing towards the sky, and listening to the hoarse but loud shouts.

Although with his poor Inca level, he basically couldn't understand what these guys were yelling.^^^^^, the kind of fanaticism burning in their eyes and the ** in their voices were enough to shock and infect anyone.

"Is this the legendary crazy belief? What a group of crazy guys! But how could it feel like déjà vu..."

Feili touched her head in confusion, as if she was looking back at her long memories. Soon, he remembered that more than a year ago. When Bishop Isabella of the Aimetta Church took the more than a hundred S*m girls to take a glider to attack the elves camp outside the city of New Demon Sobrey, her face seemed to have such an expression---the same fanaticism, the same excitement, and the same...

"...full of suicide!" The corners of his mouth twitched, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. "I didn't expect that Amanata, the god of bureaucracy, could also cultivate such a group of passionate and passionate living treasures--this is completely in conflict with Mingzhe's self-protection bureaucracy!"

Out of some prejudice that is common among the petty-civilians, Fili has a little impression of the darkness of bureaucracy, but he ignores its advantages...

Similarly. In the eyes of this guy who claims to be "reason", the so-called crazy belief is actually no different from masochism. It is basically a kind of pervert and mentally ill. Although it has not reached the level of "nine out of ten petitions in another world that have psychological problems and should be forcibly contained", if this guy wants to make his bloody man for the sake of irrelevant people, the temperature of the fuse must reach the level of the atomic bomb.

But now, seeing such a simple native people who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood for their faith without regrets, Feili was a little moved, and even wondered whether she would no longer preserve her strength, but went up to help them: she was a level 14 mage at least, full of artifact-level equipment, and there was also a useless black dragon that could at least be scary...

However, this mentality only existed for a moment. It was shattered like a soap bubble---he was never a noble internationalist fighter. On the contrary, he advocated "pragmatism" to the point where he used private corruption to abolish the commons.

This time he ventured to expedition to a foreign land. He was mainly sent to the emperor and had to do it. At the same time, he did his best out of the temptation of money and power. After restoring the peaceful land of the New Naserier colony, he basically had no room for further climbing. The muddy waters in the empire were too deep, and even the gods didn't know how many they had fallen into, which was far from easy for him, a young boy with shallow qualifications.

What's more, due to the historical changes caused by the butterfly effect, as a prophet of time travel, he basically failed at this time.

Under such circumstances, breaking out of the deadlock within the empire, trying to base overseas, and finding a base with more potential than the Arctic Port, Xutuzhan seems to be a good choice. But... the situation in the Mazka continent is not very good!

Of course, if this place was really a piece of fat meat that was easy to eat, the entire empire had so many lords, voters, bishops and great arcanes who were so greedy, had long been rushing forward to compete and snatch, and it was definitely not his turn, a new voter, to pick fruits.

The current situation is chaotic and the attitude of the allies is also uncertain. Judging from this battlefield, it is a foregone conclusion that the Incas have won tactical victory, but their attitude towards their own miscellaneous reinforcements is really lukewarm, which makes people feel uneasy. As for the overall strategic situation, they are moving towards an irreversible decline.

The relationship between Manuel and Tecumse is even more bizarre than working together. It is better not to intervene too much as an outsider. Besides, communication is a problem. If you help rashly, it is more likely that you will do something bad with good intentions...
Chapter completed!