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

Chapter 125 125. Hold on to the dawn, the miracle of resurrection is not impossible!

"In this battle, we lost a total of 987 Dawn Knights and 123 Night Watchmen."

"All war resources have been used up, and all the Dawn Knights' horses I brought with me have died in the defense."

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness!"

In the makeshift conference room, Markov, a tough guy with a steely personality, knelt in the center with red eyes.

With a bang, he slammed his head to the ground in shame.

Markov, who didn't shed a tear even when an arrow pierced his heart, choked up.

"I have betrayed your trust, failed Dawn's expectations of me, and caused the Silver Armor Pillar to suffer such a heavy loss!"

"Your Holiness, please punish me!"

Ian, who was sitting in the center of the table, looked at Markov silently and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Punishment?

To be fair, Markov has done a good job.

Facing the Four Riders of Disaster and an army of 300,000 demons.

There are only a few thousand people on their side, and Markov can still rely on the TNT replicator he learned before to barely protect himself. Even if it is replaced by Layal, he can't do better.

Strictly speaking, Markov should be proud of such a record.

He led an army of 2,500 men across the entire territory of Birka, and wherever he passed, all the soldiers and civilians of Birka surrendered to him.

Relying on only 2,500 people, he captured more than 30 cities in the Principality of Birka.

Is there any need to blame this?

Markov's battle record is worthy of his pride and is worthy of his position as the leader of the Knights Templar of the Silver Pillar.

If you must punish...

The sacrifice of these Silver Armor Pillar warriors has caused Markov great pain.

They were not just soldiers, but fellow comrades who were as loyal as him and dedicated their faith to Ian and the dawn.

After a long time, Ian slowly raised his hand, and a gentle white light strip extended from the Seven Holy Crown Robe to help Markoff up.

"War has always been cruel. There is no perfect war in the world."

"You, the warriors of the Silver Armor Pillar, have done well. You do not deserve the punishment."

"I believe that they will be honored and proud to die fighting for Dawn until the very last moment."

"Besides, you only talk about the losses. Why don't you look at how rich our gains were in this battle?"

"If you hadn't delayed us, how would we have had the chance to annihilate the 300,000-strong demon army, the Four Knights of Disaster, and the Fallen Knights?"

Markov lowered his head with red eyes and said dejectedly:

"But that wasn't my credit... If it weren't for the arrival of the powerful elves and dragons, if it weren't for Your Holiness the Pope..."

“There is never a single factor that determines victory in war.”

Ian patiently comforted him, saying that Markov had grown up after this battle, and he shouldn't be discouraged because of such a small matter.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be many more holy wars in the future.

The leader of the Knights Templar cannot give up like this.

"The soldiers charging forward, the priests preaching, the logistical support, the transmission of intelligence... every link is indispensable."

"You guys have done a great job, I'm proud of you."

Haniya beside him also nodded heavily and said with a pious look:

"That's right, Captain Markov. The Dawn will always cherish His loyal children. I believe that the souls of the fallen soldiers will follow the Dawn and ascend to heaven for eternity!"

“This is the best destination for them!”

Markoff was silent for a long time, feeling Ian's encouraging gaze, although he still couldn't let go...

After all, he promised before he set out that no one would be left behind.

But right now, saying anything more would seem hypocritical.

Finally, Markov let out a long sigh and said:

"Your Holiness, I want to transport the fallen warriors back to the starting point, which is the place closest to the dawn..."

Ian closed his eyes for a long time, then tightened the scepter in his hand and asked:
"Have all the warriors' bodies been preserved intact?"

"some."

Harlan quickly spoke up.

"Thanks to the protection of the armor bestowed by Dawn, and the other Dawn Knights who quickly collected the remains of their comrades, the knights' remains were basically well preserved."

"That's good."

Ian laughed inexplicably, and this scene made Markov and others a little confused.

"Your Majesty the Pope?"

Ian slowly raised his hand and said calmly:

"Freni, repeat the contents of Chapter 4, Verse 13 of the Oracle."

Without hesitation, Frannie showed a look of piety and clasped her hands together in prayer.

“Holy God, you are our shepherd, and our lives are in your hands.”

“The noble of spirit have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, but your rod and your staff will lead them back to green pastures, to dwell forever in your living temple.”

Markov and the others were stunned. Ian said quietly:
"Resurrection"

At this moment, Markov and the others felt a sudden paralyzing electric current flash through their hearts for no reason.

I just felt that a door in my heart slowly opened to them and revealed the light.

Markov suddenly looked up, his face full of impatient desire.

"Your Holiness, you are saying..."

Ian smiled gently and twirled the wand in his hand.

"The miracle will eventually happen, but before that, we just need to wait devoutly and patiently." "Yes!"

Markov became handsome and handsome again, with his chest held high and his head held high, and sat down with a proud look on his face.

One thing was resolved. Lecia glanced at Ian and said softly:
"Your Holiness, Bishop Matthew has led the priests and deacons of the White Pillar into the capital, and the entire Dawn Realm has entered the realm of dawn."

"Next, do we need to start the final judgment of heretics?"

Ian thought for a moment, shook his head, and looked at the western sky through the bright window.

"The trial is scheduled for seven days from now. This grand trial at the end of the holy war must leave some time for other guests to visit."

"In the next seven days, have Bishop Matthew and the priests of the White Pillar quickly organize the subsequent management plan for the Dawn Realm."

"Seven days later, on Judgment Day, all will be announced. In addition..."

Ian's expression gradually turned cold, and he said in a stern tone:

"According to Captain Markov, King Birka sacrificed 70,000 elite soldiers from the capital and summoned the Scourge Knights to open the Abyss."

"Although this battle was a great victory, the traitors and rebels who emerged from this battle must be taken seriously!"

After saying that, Ian glanced sideways at Fishley and the other elves.

"Fishley, you are a druid mage, skilled at reading people's minds. I'll leave the task of interrogating King Birka to you."

"I have only one request. Within seven days, and while ensuring he lives to face the Dawn Trial, you must uncover more traitors, no matter what means you use!"

"I don't want such lowly demon masters to exist in the rear while the loyal warriors of Dawn are fighting against the demons on the front lines!"

Fishley stood up suddenly and nodded solemnly.

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope!"

"My queen and the Great Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Life are already in the capital. With them here, I swear to the Dawn! I will uncover everything King Birka knows!"

Ian nodded slightly and said meaningfully:

"The dawn is merciful, but it also has the wrath of thunder. There is no need to show mercy to heretics who betray the dawn and the bottom line of life!"

Fishley's eyes flashed, but her calm tone made Kalifa and others sense a hint of cruelty.

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope!"

Later, Ian added some information about the work of appeasing the people of the capital and rebuilding the capital.

Finally, he sent everyone away to go about their business.

Only Fishley, Lecia and others were left.

"Fishley, you invited the Elf Queen and the Great Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Life to this battle, which played a key role in the holy war."

"Dawn will not mistreat its pious children. Do you want any reward?"

Ian didn't ask any more questions about the ancient tree of life.

When the Seven Sacred Objects begged him to be crowned, the breath of the Ancient Tree of Life was exceptionally pure and vigorous, even impatient.

He looked as if he couldn't wait to kneel down and carry Ian to the throne.

From this point of view, the Ancient Tree of Life must have recovered very well.

It seems that the resources of the MC world have a much better effect on the Rodri continent than he expected.

Sure enough, Fishley proved this the next moment.

"Your Holiness, dedicating ourselves to the Dawn is what we, as children of the Dawn, should do."

Fishley replied first, then excitedly presented a seed that was shining with a glowing green light to Ian.

"Your Holiness, the miracle you bestowed upon me has completely resolved the problem with the Ancient Tree of Life. Not only that, the Ancient Tree of Life has even evolved!"

"This is the Seed of Life that the Ancient Tree of Life asked me to give to you!"

As she spoke, Fishley reiterated in detail the powerful effects of milk and bone meal.

Ian remained calm, but was a little surprised in his heart.

Although I'm mentally prepared, but...

Isn’t this effect a bit too strong?

and so……

Is it true that bone meal can induce the growth of any plant?
This stuff is really unreasonable.

If you really think about it this way, it is understandable that the elves were born with the help of bone meal.

The elves who were born from the Ancient Tree of Life probably also belong to the fruits of the Ancient Tree of Life.

After playing with the Seed of Life for a while, Ian still didn't know what effect this thing would have.

Now is not the time to think about this. Ian still doesn't know what abilities the crown and tiara formed by the seven sacred objects have.

There is no rush for these things, you can figure them out slowly later.

The most important thing at the moment is what Fishley said, Liliaice came to offer her faith.

The elves are not the winged people.

It is one of the most powerful and profound races in the Hundred Races Alliance.

In addition, bone meal can give birth to the elves. There is no doubt that the elves can become another core fighting force of the Dawn Cult.

Another point is that the elves' surrender will speed up the spread of the Dawn Cult's faith to the entire Alliance of Hundred Races.

Ian was thinking about the elves who hadn't come to him yet, let alone they had already come to him on their own!
At that moment, Ian calmed down and said gently:

"Whether it was the journey of thousands of miles to pay homage to the Dawn, or the outstanding contribution made at the end of the Holy War."

"I can't refuse your request."

"Fishley, go invite your Elf Queen and the Great Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Life in, along with the three dragons."

"I will thank them in person..."

as well as……

Preach to the dragon clan!
Let them understand that even a noble dragon should crawl in the dawn!

(End of this chapter)