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You might even end up in a situation like when you were fighting in the Sea of ​​Fog, where you were chased and attacked all the time.

However, before Lucia could reply, this proposal was strongly opposed by the bishops.

"Do you mean to hand over the empire's powerful weapon and watch those evil minions slaughter the Lord's people?"

"This is absolutely unacceptable. This is a disgrace!"

The bishops were arguing with each other, their faces red with anger. In the sky, a griffin that was hit by a machine gun was falling towards this side.

Lucia ignored the bishops' arguments and stretched out her hand. A soft divine light appeared and the falling griffin slowed down and finally landed steadily on the ground.

This poor griffin, with half of its wings broken, was wailing but still had some consciousness.

The knight above was shot into a sieve by the machine gun, and his body flew away to no one know where.

【God’s Gift】

Lucia gently stroked the griffin's head, and a mist containing the brilliance of divine magic immediately enveloped the broken body. The body that was pierced by the machine gun recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken wings grew back.

The recovered griffin seemed to have not yet recovered from its fear, and it kept neighing from time to time...

Lucia swung her wide robe and sat nimbly on the back of the giant beast, suppressing the griffin's fear with divine power.

The bishops no longer cared about arguing and looked at Her Majesty the Saint in surprise and doubt.

"Lady Lucia, you don't want to go into battle yourself, do you?"

"This is really too dangerous, and I'm afraid it won't be helpful if you do it alone." A cardinal spoke out anxiously to stop it.

Although the powerful force Lucia displayed when she summoned and enslaved the fire dragon had greatly changed their impression of the Saint, they still did not approve of her taking the risk alone.

After all, the saint represents the face of the Holy See and is a servant of God, and must not be easily involved.

Not to mention that after being elected, Lucia has been living a life of luxury in the Holy City and has no combat experience at all. No matter how strong she is, she may not be able to display her strength!

While speaking out to dissuade Lucia, the bishops also turned to look at Joshua, hoping that the chief judge could stop Lucia's reckless behavior.

However, Joshua did not do as they wished, but instead asked respectfully, "Is there anything you need us to do, Your Majesty?"

Lucia glanced at the scattered airships in the sky again, and then said decisively, "Take some people and return to the City of Fire Oil immediately!"

"There are too few of them!" Lucia murmured.

As soon as the voice fell, the rested griffin spread its wings and flew into the sky. The dust it raised made more than a dozen bishops frown, but what confused them even more was Lucia's words.

Return to the City of Fire Oil? Does that mean they should retreat first?

Or should some people evacuate first?

"Do as instructed!" Joshua said directly to the bishops without any hesitation. "I will lead a group of Divine Punishment Knights to the City of Fire Oil immediately. Ragnar, you will be in charge of the next command!"

"But, Your Excellency the Judge..." Cardinal Ragnar looked hesitant. Are they really supposed to obey such a confusing and irrational order?

The other bishops were also extremely dissatisfied, thinking that Lucia, who had no experience in warfare, was simply relying on her noble status to give reckless orders.

Amid the doubts, Joshua slowly spoke, "Her Majesty the Saint has received divine revelation, and her instructions are the Lord's will!"

Ragnar and the others immediately shut up, because they knew that the Chief Judge would never joke about this matter!

After giving a few instructions, Joshua led three thousand Divine Punishment Knights and set off for the City of Fire Oil...

At the same time, the Divine Punishment Knights who had gone out to search for and treat the wounded also turned back.

Those Griffin Knights who were hit by lasers and machine guns and fell from the sky were basically dead. The airships that were shot down by flames were no exception. Not a single survivor was found.

Ragnar suddenly asked, "Have you checked those airships? How many bodies are there on them?"

"There should be less than twenty!" The knight who reported back answered hesitantly. Most of the airships were almost burned by the hot dragon breath before they crashed, and the bodies were completely unrecognizable, but there would definitely not be more than this number...

"Only twenty?!" Ragnar's pupils shrank slightly, and a chill ran down his heart. He immediately realized a problem that they had been ignoring.

They saw only a little over a hundred airships, and according to previous speculation, after the battle, the wizards' army still had about 8,000 people, not counting the subsequent reinforcements.

That is to say, each airship must carry 70 to 80 people, and also carry those heavy new weapons...

This is absolutely impossible!

Not only Ragnar, but all the bishops reacted quickly and immediately understood why Her Majesty the Saint suddenly asked them to dispatch personnel to support the City of Fire Oil!

Because the main force of the wizards is not here at all. They are likely still stranded in that town, but they have created the illusion that they have evacuated so that everyone will go after the airship...

Realizing this, Ragnar broke out in a cold sweat.

On one side is a very important kerosene field, and on the other side are the fortresses and fortified cities in the western part of the empire. What is the real target of those wizards?

Chapter 421: This is a strategy of attacking the enemy and then rescuing them, and secretly crossing Chencang!

At midnight, the blazing bonfire illuminated the dark square.

Tens of thousands of poor people lined up in long lines in the night.

Guard Captain Loren held a long whip with spikes in his hand and said fiercely, "Hand over the coins you received. If anyone dares to hide them, ask the whip in my hand first!"

"I remember it should be twelve silver coins!" Loren sneered.

The poor people present looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, a poor man in ragged clothes spoke cautiously. "Lord Loren, did you remember it wrong? It should be ten silver coins..."

After the wizards occupied the town, they carried out a purge, hanged a large number of nobles and bullies who committed evil deeds, and distributed most of the confiscated property.

Each poor person received ten silver coins as compensation for being exploited and enslaved by the nobles...

Although wizards have become synonymous with evil due to the church's propaganda, most of the poor people living in poverty still accept the real temptation of money.

"Do you want to fool me?" Loren raised a ferocious smile. He suddenly raised the whip in his hand and lashed at the poor man hard.

A crisp "pop" sound was heard, and the unfortunate poor man screamed and his cheeks swelled up.

"I said twelve, and that's twelve!" Loren snorted coldly and whipped the unfortunate poor man again. He fell to the ground in pain, trembling all over.

Loren stared at the frightened eyes of the other poor people and felt very happy. Those damn wizards looted every noble manor, and his Loren family was no exception.

What was even more incomprehensible to him was that the wizards actually distributed such large amounts of treasure to these untouchables!

Loren believed that there must be some poor people who colluded with the wizards secretly and reported the news to get these rewards. Otherwise, who would complain about having too much money?

In view of this, Loren reported the collusion between these poor people and wizards to the bishop, and obtained the right to punish these poor people and take back the looted wealth. He was even prepared to teach these rebels a lesson, and the extra two silver coins were the punishment!

Under Loren's threat, the subjects who dared not speak out could only hand over their only financial resources.

Those who fail to pay enough will be severely beaten!

Paying two more silver coins may not seem like much, but most of the poor are already poor and destitute, and this will undoubtedly cost them their lives...

One of the poor people couldn't even hand over a single silver coin. As the most devout believer of the Lord, he firmly believed that the wizards had bad intentions and must have cast some evil witchcraft on the money, so he didn't even go to collect the compensation...

However, Loren didn't care about all that. He didn't believe that there would be anyone who wouldn't want to give up the silver coins. He unwhipped the whip and started lashing, venting all his anger towards the wizards on these poor people!

I completely forgot that half an hour ago, I was kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness from the Chief Judge and Her Majesty the Saint...

In just one minute, Loren beat the devout believer to death. Just as he was about to beat him to death to scare the rest of the poor people who wanted to lie, a burst of fierce artillery fire suddenly came from outside the city!

This sound... is it artillery?

Loren shuddered suddenly, and a deep fear rose in his heart, because a few days ago those wizards also used such fierce artillery fire to blast open the sturdy city gate.

But, how is this possible?

Didn’t those wizards take the airships to attack the kerosene site?

At this moment, they should be fleeing in panic from the Vatican's expeditionary force.

Could it be that the expeditionary army was defeated?

Loren was absolutely unwilling to believe this possibility, but he soon saw hundreds of city guards throwing away their armor and weapons and crawling towards this side.

"Run! It's wizards! The wizards are coming back again!"

Several city guards shouted at the top of their lungs, and were then knocked to the ground by a round of musket fire.

In the reflection of the moonlight and the bonfire, thousands of musketeers like wolves and tigers were charging towards this side in the distance. Loren was frightened and immediately ordered the guards beside him to stop them. He grabbed a warhorse and planned to escape.

The angry poor people were naturally not prepared to watch Loren leave like this, so they rushed over and dragged him off his horse, then beat him up, kicked him, bit him, and scratched him with their nails...

"Get out of my way! You lowly people, when the Chief Judge arrives, you will all be thrown into Purgatory!" Loren shouted in panic, but his guards had already run away. He alone was unable to resist the beating from the 'mob', and was soon silenced under the iron fist of justice.

In a short while, the Musketeers had already rushed to the square where people gathered. The poor people were waiting for the wizards' judgment in panic and fear.

However, after the leading Redel learned what had happened, he directly ordered the silver coins that Loren had confiscated to be redistributed one by one, and the believers who were dying from the whip were also treated.

However, after his physical injuries were healed by magic, this devout believer seemed a little dispirited, as if he had lost his soul.

The poor people who received the coins again had looks of disbelief on their faces, and a vague idea arose in their minds.

It seems that there is nothing wrong under the rule of wizards.

At least no one would want to take away their remaining savings.

After a surprise attack, the Musketeers quickly regained control of the city.

The expeditionary force was busy pursuing, and the defending force left after the capture was very weak, so they suffered almost no casualties.

"Dean Lin En is indeed a master of foresight..." Redel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In the noon battle, they lost a lot of artillery and armored vehicles, and had nearly 3,000 wounded soldiers. It was obviously not a suitable move to confront the Vatican's expeditionary force head-on.

But evacuation was also difficult. There were only a hundred or so airships, and it was impossible to take everyone away.

So Lin En proposed to hide the main force outside the city, and then create the illusion that they were going to steal kerosene on an airship, in order to lure away the Vatican's expeditionary force.

When the punitive army leaves and the enemy lets down their guard, they will fight back and even be able to capture the unguarded kerosene city in one fell swoop!

According to Dean Lin En, they used the strategies of empty city, attacking the enemy and then rescue them, sneaking through Chencang, and luring the tiger away from the mountain!

So much so that many wizards are very curious about what this magic star was doing before arriving in the land of wizards?

Could he be a great lord of the empire? Otherwise, how could he know so many tactical skills?

Chapter 422: This is a battle that only legendary wizards can participate in. You and I are just burdens!

"Master Wizard, are we heading to the Kerosene City now?" After Redel settled the poor people gathered in the square, he looked at Anthony on the side and asked.