The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 784 Let me purify these lost sheep!

“Yes, if the battle begins, I will need you to provide aura and healing support to the soldiers!” Roland nodded at Charlie Pros.

“It is my honor, but as the Dragon God’s messenger on earth, I prefer to use my light to enlighten these lost lambs! To give them the warmth of a loving father!” Charlie Pros said humbly.

"Those orcs have forgotten the fear of being dominated by the Empire. It's time to remind them of their former identity!" Charlie Prous smiled benevolently, but Roland couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. This great bishop of the Dragon Temple, is your so-called benevolence to capture those orcs as slave laborers? To make them work day and night? And to give them "100 free draws" every day they log in?
The Wall in the North was built by the Orcs themselves, their corpses used to build the Empire. Beneath every long stone lies the soul of an Orc. The number of Orcs who died under the Empire's whip was no less than those who perished in battle. Even after the Orcs died, the Empire still followed the principle of recycling by burning and composting them. It can be said that the Empire purified these lost "lambs" from the inside out, from life to death.

"..." Roland pursed his lips, unsure how to respond. After all, Priest Charlie Pros's purification was a bit too hardcore. It wasn't that Charlie Pros's suggestion was bad, but rather that the kingdom currently lacked the capacity to provide those orcs with the blissful life of "a hundred consecutive draws" every day. Population and land were limiting the kingdom's development. Otherwise, how could Roland bear to slaughter all these top-quality "beasts"?

“Well, Mr. Charlie Prosper, what you say is very good, but realistically, we do not currently have the conditions to bring those lost sheep home.” Adolf Heinrich, who had been listening for a while, finally spoke up.

“Yes, those scum are just a waste of our food and a burden to us right now!” Duke Giorstedya nodded. He ordered Vladivostok to check the current situation of supplies and personnel in Lagrange City and found that the kingdom was already thankful that it could fight this battle well.

"Alas, then I can only pity those lost lambs. Since I cannot let them experience the warmth of the Empire's benevolent father, then I can only purify these lost lambs myself! I hope their souls can find peace in the Dragon God's presence!" Charlie Pros shook his head at everyone with a look of regret and pity, his eyes revealing a compassionate expression. Coupled with the halo behind him, anyone who didn't know better would think he was an angel who had come to earth!

“Uh…” Charlie Pros’s sudden flashy move broke Roland’s back, leaving Roland speechless for a moment.

Good heavens! Roland couldn't help but glance at Charlie Pros a few times. Could this guy be the legendary player who got a perfect score on the Imperial fill-in-the-blank question?
Q: What if there's a gap in the Wall in the North?
A: Push a half-orc slave down, pour ice water over him, and turn him into an ice block!

Thanks to the benevolent fathers of the Empire, how could they have built the Wall in the North? It's said that charlatans are the most ruthless when dealing with heretics! Those charlatans are ruthless people who can smile as they tear these orcs apart, skin them, and compost their remains!

"May I ask what your major was before?" Darian Nightblade swallowed and asked timidly.

With a clang, Charlie Pross placed a half-person-high mithril armor-piercing hammer and a Dragon God's Holy Scripture with a thick, adamantium-edged border the size of a human head on the table.

"I am but a humble cleric majoring in discipline!" Charlie Pros smiled brightly, but everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

……

"Holy crap! Where did this charlatan come from?" Adolf Heinrich sighed, clutching his forehead in exasperation.

"I don't know!" Roland feigned surprise, confusion, and bewilderment.

"By the Dragon God! The kingdom is about to become lively!" Darian Nightblade gestured with the symbol of the Dragon God on his chest.

"God said there are lost sheep calling to Him here? I just heard someone praying to the Dragon God? Should I attend Mass?" Charlie Prouss, who had already left, suddenly poked half his head out and asked curiously.

"No, no, no!" "No! You misheard! Your Excellency, High Priest!"

Everyone immediately stood up and shook their heads, saying that Charlie Pross had misheard. This left Charlie Pross completely confused, as he had clearly heard someone calling for the Dragon God.

"In that case, I'll take my leave!" Charlie Pros bowed to the crowd and prepared to depart.

“By the way! Your Majesty! King Roland, the incarnation of the Dragon God in the world, I heard that there is no archbishop in the Dragon God Temple of the kingdom yet? If not, I would like to give it a try. I am willing to spend my whole life teaching the lost sheep and leading them to believe in the Dragon God!” Charlie Pros nodded to Roland and left respectfully.

"...No! Your Highness, please don't!" Darian Nightblade cried out in horror, his face contorted in pain.

"I think we can discuss it further... discuss it some more..." Adolf Heinrich wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forcing a smile. Mages who pursued truth were never on good terms with charlatans. Adolf Heinrich could barely tolerate a priest who worshipped a dragon god chanting scriptures to him every day, but Yun Feng... my goodness, a dragon god! That was a wise man who pursued knowledge and truth! He was naturally at odds with charlatans!
This whole thing didn't originally happen in the kingdom. While Ivy, the leader of the priests in Roland, worshipped the Dragon God, she wasn't exactly a charlatan. But Charlie Pros is different! He's completely obsessed! Even Adolf Heinrich is afraid Yunfeng will fight him…

"Um...um...well...how should I put it, Charlie Pros is truly loyal to the Empire! Heh!" Duke Joelster chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension.

“Indeed, I think we can discuss it again! Discuss it again!” Roland nodded hurriedly. A charlatan isn't scary; a charlatan who can fight is! A charlatan who can crack skulls with a strong hand is even more terrifying! You think that holy book is just for reading? Sometimes, a heavy holy book edged with adamantite is more effective at penetrating armor than a blunt weapon! It deals far more damage!

"Your Highness is wise!" the group of people exclaimed.

……

"What's going on? Why is the atmosphere so heavy?" Caslo asked, looking at everyone's distressed faces after returning from patrol.

"Your Highness! I can't take it anymore!" Before anyone could speak, the door was kicked open by Omske.

"I've gone mad! Does that charlatan have nothing better to do? If he's so free, he can send him out to harass the orcs and bring them the glory of the Dragon God! Instead, he's here wreaking havoc on the kingdom's knightly order!" Omske's mouth was sharper than ever before, his thoughts clearer than ever! The anger in his eyes was enough to ignite the Ringwraiths! It was clear the kid had really exploded...

"Um... what's wrong?" Caslo took a few steps away from Omsk with some fear, looking at Omsk with some horror, not understanding what had made him change so drastically in just half a day.

“That charlatan! I’ve had enough of charlatans! I grew up believing in the Dragon God and the glory of the Empire! But I didn’t sell myself to the Dragon God! Damn it! Does that bastard want to train a sixth-order fanatic?” Omske said angrily.

“Is it possible that he is…” Darian Nightblade asked weakly.

"Damn it! This is so unlucky!" Omske's face froze for a moment, then he spat out angrily.