After waves of hammering, the nails penetrated the flesh and bone 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 with the wind until the dark sky gradually withered in the wild wind.
On both sides of the avenue leading from Borodino Hill to the Old Town, crosses were erected every three meters to nail captured rebel fighters.
Among the miserable corpses were also inhuman, muscular bodies with curly tentacles, feathered wings, horns, and hooves. The defeated rebels were surrounded and suppressed by the Beyelan Legion from several directions. Thousands of people who did not die on the battlefield or drowned in the river were nailed to crosses by the legionnaires and left to weather.
"I'm sorry to have to obey."
Griffith replied to the herald in an unchanging tone as if he were an endorsement: "The prisoners of the Verona coalition are not the prisoners 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 are saying," Griffith held his swords in his hands and spoke in an unhurried tone, "I will report to my superiors and follow the procedures. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆*First update~~"
"Who do you&a;*￥% 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 said, rubbing his hands slowly beside Griffith, "my hand slipped."
Griffith and his lieutenants and their subordinate soldiers refused the order brought by the Senate messenger not to crucify their prisoners on the roadside cross. All the prisoners of war who were taken in by them were to be dispersed and placed in the territory of Verona.
Griffith and Roland would not give up such precious manpower and reserve troops.
…
"You see, he won't obey anymore."
After listening to the angry herald's report, the hooded Consul Chalon sent him away, 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, mountain peaks, and waves falling from the sky. They 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, respectable commander, your pseudo-god's hand was 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 Bijerland was wiped out.
"New armies armed with gunpowder weapons, and even militias with only a few months' training could threaten well-trained veterans. From now on, no regiment dared to single-handedly raid a hostile, rebellious province.
"Beyelan's attack in Verona reached a turning point.
“The Confederate armies and tactics have been put to the test, and what they could not get at the conference in Beyeland they will get twice as much from the battlefields of Sebasto, Odessa, Emon, and Verona.
"Roland's total war has arrived."
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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 Larmore continued:
"The battle that just ended announced to the world the birth of a new type of army. The Senate will soon approve the new army's incorporation into the regular army.
"The age of steam engines and cannons has arrived."
These words silenced the Archon for a moment. 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 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 rebel against 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 I 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 so far, 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. He has dull eyes, is confused, and is as honest as a rabbit waiting to be cooked. It is impossible to imagine that he was commanding thousands of rebel fighters 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 troops captured a large number of rebel commanders and officers. These people of considerable status are not suitable for shelter, and Griffith has no idea of asylum.
They would be handed over to the Senate or crucified on roadside crosses.
"Take him away."
Griffith waved his hand and sent the prisoner away. Correct update@His time is limited, and he must complete the most important interrogation work before Beyelan and the big figures from the Arcane Council arrive.
One of the seven Hands of God, Naila von Kuimantha, appeared on the battlefield rashly, preparing to support Isius's actions.
This is not a clever plan.
Despite Naira's powerful abilities and the power to "turn nostalgia into sorrow" and the giant ship of the dead "Alombis", he was defeated and captured by the elite Canaanite rangers led by Galadia.
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 it is actually a ritual of deprivation of authority and execution. The great men of Bijram and Canaan had long decided what to do with the uncontrolled Hand of God.
Griffith passed through the heavily guarded half-elf guards and saw a cage in the center of the camp. It is six square meters square and can only accommodate a small bed and a few items. It is always under surveillance.
Naira is kept there. He was neatly dressed and his hair was not messy. He was sitting on a low stool, leaning against the bars of the cage and turning the pages of a book.
Griffith approached him and heard a whisper:
"I stood 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 said – who can be stronger than the giant beast? The giant beast I saw was shaped like a cheetah, with feet like bear’s paws and a mouth like a lion’s mouth.
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, seats and great authority have been given to it... Well~ Mr. Knight, I'm glad you can come. Is Miss Elf's health feeling better? Please convey my regards and wish her well. "
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 resistances. 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 crude. Isius gained your authority, but without much success. You were also captured."
"So you're curious about whether there's 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 requests 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 annihilated. I know their methods. Mr. Knight, can I provide some information and please 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 beginning of the story, you were with Krista Alicia, from beginning to end.
"Poor Griffith, you have to go up high... to look down there.
“Don’t underestimate the seriousness of what’s coming.
“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 remorse be the last sane thoughts in your mind."
Griffith tapped the hilt of his sword, wanting to ask something more. However, several wizards from Beyelan came this way.
They came to the prison without any scruples, unfolded the parchment, and announced:
"Naira von Kwai Mantha,
"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 curtain call;
"I wish you all good luck in the next war. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆·无码开户~~
"Now, let's get started.".
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