He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 110 110. What’s the point of a great victory if you don’t laugh at the enemy to their face?
The Silver Armored Pillar of the Dawn Cult's westward expedition temporarily stopped in Songlan City for rest and recuperation.

Under Gail's leadership, Markov also went to the dungeon of Songlan City.

Markov was actually a little helpless about Leo's arrest.

They slowed down their pursuit of Leo and his remnants as much as possible, but they really didn't expect that this guy was so useless.

He was caught just passing by Songlan City.

But it doesn't matter now. At this point in the war, Leo's excuse is no longer important.

If we really get serious about the slogan of dividing the land among the nobles, I'm afraid we'll have to fight all the way to the edge of the world.

Markov originally just wanted to drive Leo back to the royal capital and completely defeat the Principality of Birka in the final battle.

This serves as Leo's psychological torture.

Afterwards, when Ian arrives in the royal capital, he will execute the royal nobles to complete the physical torture of this guy.

This way, not only can the torture be maximized, but it also saves trouble.

did not expect……

However, Leo's arrest did not affect the overall situation.

Considering it from another perspective, it was kind of ironic that Leo was captured in Songlan City, where he had been planning for a long time.

In any case, Leo is the most worthy of ridicule now.

After all, if he couldn't laugh at the enemy, wouldn't Markov's greatest joy in winning the battle be gone?

Walking all the way to the depths of the dungeon, Gale pointed to the darkest, dirtiest, and bloodiest dungeon not far away and said:
"We locked Leo and the magician over there. To prevent the magician from casting spells, we cut off his one arm and cut off his tongue."

"Sockney also destroyed his magic pool. Sockney is the main force in this arrest."

Markov did not overreact to Gail's words. After all, Leo and the magician deserved such a reward.

But Markoff said with some nostalgia:
"I'm afraid Sokni's strength has improved a lot... I still remember when he and I were little, we trained together with our adoptive father."

"Sockney is a genius. He always progresses faster than me, so much so that my adoptive father always compares me with him..."

"Master Ian said this is the evil other people's children."

Gale didn't know what to feel, so he smiled bitterly and said:

"Sockney's improvement is definitely not comparable to yours, Captain Markov... Captain Markov, would you like to meet him?"

Markov was silent for a long time and then smiled.

"Forget it. I don't think he really wants to see me right now... Let's get down to business first. The Dawn Cult's Western Expedition can't be delayed."

As he spoke, Markov glanced towards the corner not far away.

At the corner, a black-haired young man leaned against the dungeon wall, motionless as a piece of wood, his breathing barely audible.

Gale pursed his lips and said softly:

"Actually... after His Holiness the Pope took you away, Sokni also missed His Holiness the Pope and Captain Markov."

"It's just...Sokni's mother is in poor health, he can't leave, otherwise he will definitely..."

Before he finished speaking, Markov raised his hand to interrupt Gale and said softly:

"Gail, let's not talk about this anymore. What happened in the past is in the past. As long as everyone lives a good life, that's enough."

"Don't worry about Sokni's mother's situation. Once the clergy of the White Pillar arrive, they will resolve everything."

"Dawn and His Holiness the Pope will not allow their pious children to suffer..."

Gail understood Markoff's subtext, and finally gave a wry smile, nodded, and said nothing more.

The young man at the corner lowered his head, and the dim dungeon concealed the complex and sad expression in his eyes.

"Gail, I want to talk to Leo alone."

Markov said softly while looking at the dungeon where Leo was imprisoned.

Gail nodded and slowly backed away. Suddenly, Markov called him again.

"Anyway, you guys have worked hard to capture Leo. Is there anything you want? His Holiness the Pope will not treat meritorious people unfairly."

"No……"

Gale shook his head and whispered:

"It is our honor to be able to help His Holiness the Pope, but..."

After a pause, Gail looked at Markov expectantly again.

"If possible, can I see His Holiness the Pope again? I...we all miss him very much."

Markov pondered for a long time and did not agree directly.

"I'll help you pass on the message, but His Holiness the Pope is very busy with his work every day. I can't guarantee whether he will see you."

"That's enough, thank you..."

Gale let out a breath and slowly retreated.

"Captain Markov, please do as you please. I'm leaving now."

At this moment, the black-haired young man at the corner also left quietly.

Soon, only Markov and Leo in the dungeon were left.

Markov walked to the front of the dungeon, and the next moment, there was a violent sound accompanied by the sound of chains.

Leo rushed to the front of the dungeon in an instant, holding on to the fence tightly, and his bruised face showed a madness mixed with fear and hatred without any concealment.

"Damn you! How dare you do this to me! To the prince who holds the heir rights to the noble Principality of Birka!"

"When my father gathers the army of the Principality of Birka, he will crush you into dust!"

"I will make sure you live a life worse than death!"

Leo stretched out his hand from the fence in an attempt to grab Markov.

But Markov remained unmoved, quietly watching Leo's final madness. After he had scolded for a long time and got tired of scolding, Markov suddenly chuckled.

"Does it hurt, Leo Birka?"

"Being beaten by the people of Songlan City whom you cared so much about is truly humiliating and ironic..."

"Look at what you look like now. I feel a little sorry for you."

Now, Leo, who was tired of scolding just now, went crazy again, cursing and spitting blood at Markov.

But no matter what, Markov still stood out of his reach, looking at him with contempt.

"Look at you, Leo, you look like a helpless, crazy sick dog."

Markov shook his head in a sympathetic manner.

"You tried every possible means to drive us out. Did you get what you wanted?"

"You probably didn't expect there would be a day like this, did you?"

"Things that are not yours will never be yours, such as Songlan City and the throne."

Markov said something lightly that was enough to pierce Leo's mind.

He turned to look at Leo, who was just tired of scolding and was furious again.

Markoff had to say that this feeling was very good.

"Three hundred thousand troops, quite impressive..."

Markov continued to rub salt into Leo's wounds with a smile.

"Come to think of it, how long did you hold out? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Leo... your army is as fragile as your pitiful dignity."

"Damn it! Damn it! Untouchable!"

Leo spit out madly.

"Father will not let you go! Don't think you're the only ones with heavy cavalry! We have more! We have more and stronger troops!"

"Are you talking about those trash that were crushed into a bloody mist by our single charge?"

Markov laughed in silence.

"You thought you had an excuse for our Dawn Cult to annex Treetop City, and you were trying to be clever with your dying father."

"In your mind, we, the Dawn Cult, are probably an opportunity to help you fight for the throne, right?"

"Leo, Leo, you are really a loser. You can't figure out who is scheming against whom from the beginning to the end."

"Why, you still don't understand?"

The smile on Markov's face became more sarcastic and playful.

"From the day the Dawn Cult was founded, we never thought of allowing the Principality of Birka to continue to exist."

"You're thankful that our presence gave you an excuse to fight for military power, but from beginning to end, you haven't taken this battle seriously."

"Who is the hunter and who is the prey? If you can't even figure this out, you still want to fight for the throne?"

"Leo, your life and pitiful IQ make me feel truly sad for you..."

Having said this, Markoff paused and then burst into laughter.

"You're kidding, I'm very happy!"

Looking at Leo, whose eyes were getting redder and redder, Markoff said lightly:
"Still don't you understand? Do you still think you can turn things around?"

"How about I explain it to you?"

Markov looked at Leo with great interest, and regardless of his reaction, he set the tone for an endless holy war from the very beginning.

Later, they waited for a reasonable opportunity to fight back, and then raised the banner of Dawn, shouted "fight the nobles and divide the land", and launched a war to annex the Principality of Birka.

All the steps and plans were told to him one by one.

It was only then that Leo realized that he had been a pathetic disposable object from the beginning to the end.

His existence is only to allow the Dawn Cult to send troops openly.

And he...

Even with an army of 300,000, he was still an insignificant pawn in the eyes of the Dawn Cult.

This news completely shattered Leo's last bit of dignity.

He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath and shouting madly.

"You are devils! You will not die a good death! The Human Kingdom Alliance will not let you go!"

"You guessed it right this time!"

Markov clapped his hands and said with admiration:

"That's what we're looking forward to! But...it has nothing to do with you."

With one last look at Leo, Markov turned and walked out.

"Enjoy your last hard days."

"When the Dawn Army captures the capital, you and your poor father and brothers will become the best offerings for the Dawn Cult."

"Your lives are very useful and will draw a fair pause rune for this holy war."

Markov's footsteps gradually faded away, and Leo's roars were the only sound in the dungeon.

"Leo Birka, on behalf of His Holiness the Pope, I thank you for the opportunity your stupidity has created for the Cult of Dawn."

"The dawn will protect you from hell."

As the dungeon door slammed shut, Leo's roar was filled with a sense of helplessness and despair.

(End of this chapter)