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Chapter 893: Forging a New King’s Crown

Lothar looked at the spears standing high on the top of the city wall and the heads stuck on them, and his brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Leopold on the side didn't think there was anything wrong. In wartime, any method that could effectively undermine the enemy's morale was a good method. It was just that stringing together a brain was nothing to be surprised about.

"Who did this?"

"It's Captain Murphy."

Lothar's mind quickly sketched out the image of the young knight who was skilled in using the flail and had a far superior talent in Holy Light.

This young man was once a Christian who was attacked by Saracen pirates. After his village was burned and looted, he suffered as a slave in the court of Saracen nobles in Alexandria. Lothar's army liberated the Christian slaves in the city as per custom, so he joined the army.

He sighed softly and said to Jeanna beside him: "The power of hatred can also give birth to a powerful holy light. No wonder there were a group of lunatics in your world who used to burn people at will."

There were more monsters in the world of battleships yesterday, as well as various evil spellcasters. Countless people died at their hands. Many relatives of the dead joined the Knights of the Order for this reason. Driven by hatred, their strength increased dramatically, and they even rose to the top.

This also indirectly led to a witch-hunt in yesterday's world of battleships that was even larger in scale and more far-reaching than in reality.

After all, there really were witches in the world of yesterday's battleships.

Jeanne couldn't help but knock on Lothar's helmet.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Losa came back to his senses and said a little embarrassedly.

Strictly speaking, Jeanne was also one of the victims of these witch hunts. During her trial, she was charged with "witch crime", "disguising herself as a man" and "heresy crime".

"Sew his head to his body and bury him."

Lothar gave the order and turned to look at Lord Leopold beside him: "Lord, I plan to attack the palace myself next. Will you join me? Or will you cooperate with King Philip's army and attack the western wall?"

"Your Majesty, my men will obey your command. If you tell them to attack the Western Wall, they will attack the Western Wall. As for me, I hope to be able to witness this great moment of conquering the Damascus Palace with you."

Leopold did not get along with Richard, and was not much better with Philip. In fact, the Babenberg family had deep roots in the Capetian dynasty, which could be traced back to the second king of the Capetian dynasty, Robert the Confessor.

Before this, Leopold had always been proud of his noble and ancient bloodline, but when he arrived in the Holy Land, he found that Philip looked at him the same way he looked at his poor country relatives.

To put it bluntly, there are too many people who are related to the Capetian dynasty, including many impoverished people, minor nobles, and even commoners who have lost their noble status.

Although Leopold has greatly expanded Austria's power through his efforts over the years, in the eyes of these old families, he is obviously not as important as the old dukes of Saxony and Bavaria.

Lothar smiled and said, "Since you insist, sir, put on your helmet, we are about to set off!"

The defenders on the city wall were completely defeated.

Groups of defeated soldiers retreated into the city and headed towards the inner city. Citizens from other cities with their families were reluctant to leave their belongings behind, so they drove their carriages and livestock to block the gates of the inner city.

Amid the neighing of horses and men, someone in the crowd shouted, "The Franks are coming!"

The citizens who had been maintaining basic order under the swords of the defenders immediately rushed in like crazy. Some were squeezed to the point of suffocation and cried out in despair, while others were simply pushed to the ground and trampled to death.

A basket containing a baby was thrown on the side of the road, and loud crying sounds were heard.

His mother died under the blades of the fleeing soldiers, perhaps because the robbery failed, or perhaps simply because she was in the way. When order collapsed, they held sharp blades and began to kill.

Keng——

An iron boot stepped on the side of the baby basket.

What the man said just now was not a lie, the Franks really came.

The knight carrying the flail slowly bent down.

The Hospitaller behind him shouted angrily, "Murphy, what are you going to do?"

Murphy lifted the linen covering the basket and looked at the delicate boy inside. A kind smile subconsciously appeared on his ugly face with many scars, but the smile soon froze.

Behind him, the cold blade of a sword pressed against the back of his neck.

Under the mask of the pig-mouthed helmet, the heroic young knight said coldly: "Put the child down, Murphy!"

Murphy took off his gloves without looking back, stretched out his fingers and gently soothed the baby in the basket: "Although I hate pagans, I won't vent my anger on a child. You should lay down your weapon."

The young knight hesitated for a moment, but finally retracted his weapon.

The rules of the Priory Knights are stricter than those of ordinary knights. No matter what the reason, the consequences of attacking their own people are very serious.

"Feel sorry."

Murphy put the linen back on the basket and asked in a distressed tone, "What should I do now?"

Religious orders have the obligation to raise orphans, and abandoned babies by their parents can often be found in front of the doors of monasteries with good reputations.

Murphy and his companions belong to the Knights of the Order of Saint Lazarus and are naturally members of the order. Dogma and morality cannot allow them to sit idly by.

The young knight hesitated and said, "Send him to the camp? But we still have combat missions to complete."

The group of more than ten knights were all a little embarrassed for a moment. The military order was as heavy as a mountain and was obviously more important than their lives.

Fortunately, a gentle female voice soon sounded behind them.

"Just leave it to me."

Looking back, the female knight wearing a fallow deer hood was standing in the filthy streets full of corpses, like a lotus blooming in a sea of ​​blood. There was not a single speck of dirt on her white battle robe as she slowly walked towards the group of people.

"Candle Knight!"

"Ms. Viviana."

They went to meet him with some surprise.

Viviana took the basket containing the baby and nodded slightly: "I will hand him over to Bishop Ulding, and he will be well taken care of. As for you, please stop advancing for the time being and wait for His Majesty to arrive."

"Your Majesty is coming?"

Murphy said with some guilt: "Are we advancing too slowly?"

"No, it's too fast."

Viviana shook her head. "The enemy has lost the will to resist. If we continue to pursue them, it will cause greater casualties—both to the enemy and to the civilians in Damascus."

She looked at Murphy deeply and emphasized, "This is what your majesty thinks. It's time to end this war. Minimizing casualties will also help restore order after the war."

"You don't have to look at me like that, I have no objection."

Murphy obviously felt Viviana's gaze and sneered: "If the pagan monarch could be as kind as your majesty, my fellow villagers, my parents, and my brothers would not have died."

For a moment, everyone fell into silence.

boom--

At that moment, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

"Sorry, I'm leaving first."

Viviana picked up the basket containing the baby, nodded to everyone, and left.

The knights around him said with some dissatisfaction: "Murphy, you are too rude to Miss Viviana."

"That's right. It's just that Miss Viviana has a gentle personality. If it was Miss Jeanna, she would have punched you away if you dared to talk to her like that."

These Knights Hospitallers had all witnessed the fighting power of this seemingly weak female knight, not only in the combat records, but also in their previous training when they had received her instruction.

They respect Lothar's followers, such as the Candle Knight, the Shining Knight, and the Iron Knight, from the bottom of their hearts.

Murphy was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "I just don't want to accept it. Why can they survive just by laying down their weapons?"

There was too much bitterness contained in that laugh, the hatred of having witnessed the tragic deaths of relatives and friends at the hands of pagans, and the pain of having toil day and night like cattle and sheep under the whips of Saracen nobles.