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

Chapter 37 37. The Abyss Demons Appear
Inside the city lord's palace.

Lecia served a cup of tea to the little girl from the Winged Tribe who was sitting upright on the sofa, glancing nervously at the heavy rain outside the window from time to time.

The little girl was quite polite. Even though she was extremely anxious, she still took it with both hands and said thank you.

Lecia returned to the other side and sat down, looking at the restless Winged girl from a distance.

She was a real beauty, with blonde hair, red eyes, and a white battle dress, but it was covered with a lot of mud.

His hair was wet and he looked very disheveled.

However, her white wings were still soft and supple, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to emit a soothing glow.

Pretty cool...

This was the first time that Lecia saw the real Winged Tribe, but she had heard of their name many times.

More than a decade ago, the Winged Clan was also a well-known anti-demon vanguard in the Alliance of Hundred Clans.

Because of their extremely high maneuverability, they can still see the ground clearly from thousands of meters in the air. The people of the Winged Tribe are known as natural scouts.

In the war against demons, they have made many remarkable achievements. Although they are not as good as the elves and other big tribes, they are also an elite tribe with a great reputation.

Many people on the continent of Rodri always confuse the Winged Tribe with the birdmen among the Orcs.

In fact, there is still a big difference between the two sides.

The birdmen of the orcs include eaglemen, crowmen, and vulturemen...

The simplest way to tell them apart is that birdmen are of the same lineage, but their wings vary in size, color, and shape.

Moreover, their wings are not as special as those of the Winged Clan.

The wings of the Winged Tribe are very magical. Generally speaking, they are not stained by dust and are not wet by rain.

This also allows the people of the Winged Clan to soar into the sky even in heavy rain.

The wings of the Winged Tribe are as white as snow. According to Old Phoebus, as long as the Winged Tribe members maintain their noble souls, their wings will remain pure forever.

On the contrary, if the soul of any member of the Winged Clan becomes corrupted and evil thoughts arise in their heart, the white feathers will instantly turn into pure black.

This phenomenon is called feather falling.

However, falling feathers have only happened once in the history of the Winged Clan.

That time, the Winged Clan was thrown into the abyss, burdened with endless infamy, and became desolate.

During the Fourth War Against Demons, the Winged Clan was ordered to scout the army of mind flayers under the command of the arrogant king Origenus east of the chasm.

That time, the Winged Clan dispatched 5,000 outposts, and a few days later, the message plan became feasible.

The millions of troops of the Alliance of Hundreds of Races crossed the chasm to the east and marched quickly to their destination, but as soon as they crossed the chasm, they were surrounded by the army of Mind Flayers.

In that battle, only a few thousand of the millions of troops of the Alliance of Hundreds of Races escaped, and the manpower of major races such as the Dragon Clan, the Elves Clan, the Giant Clan, and the Orc Clan was severely damaged.

At this point, the eastern battlefield was completely defeated. Taking this opportunity, the Mind Flayer army went out of the natural barrier to the west and advanced all the way to the Monster Mountains, almost breaking through the defense line of the Hundred Races Alliance.

In the end, it was only after the Dragon Clan Chief and the previous generation Elf Clan Chief sacrificed their lives that they were able to barely hold on until support from other fronts arrived.

The fundamental reason for the defeat that nearly cost the Hundred Races Alliance its life was the collective death of those 5,000 Winged Clan scouts.

At the critical moment, they turned against the demons and cooperated with the army of mind flayers to put on a good show.

Although the Winged Clan tried their best to refute it, asserting that the collective loss of wings of 5,000 Winged Clan members must be related to the arrogant Origen, the furious clans would not listen to such excuses.

Since then, the Winged Clan's scout status has been stripped away, and the entire clan has been ostracized.

The Winged Clan was unwilling to give in, and took the initiative to go to the most dangerous front to clear their name, but because of that incident, no one was willing to cooperate with them.

The dwarves were also severely damaged and refused to continue providing bows and arrows to the Winged Tribe.

As a result, after the end of the Fourth Anti-Demon War, the Winged Clan, which originally had hundreds of thousands of members, was reduced to less than 5,000.

Since then, the Winged Clan has completely fallen into decline, and coupled with being ostracized by the Hundred Clan Alliance, it has simply disappeared from the Rodri Continent.

Now, it makes sense for him to appear in Blackwater City.

Blackwater City is the area closest to the natural barrier. In other words, it is far away from heaven and very close to the demons.

It's a place where people really dislike dogs.

In addition, the Winged Clan has always been eager to prove that the Fall of Feather was caused by Origenus, and to prove that there are still people with noble souls in the Winged Clan.

It is reasonable to live in seclusion here and wait for the day to prove yourself.

It’s just that it seems now…

I almost didn’t have this chance.

Lecia has no ill will towards the Winged Tribe, Old Phobos and Ian have always told them so.

You cannot kill a good person because of a mistake he makes, nor can you forgive a sinner because of a good deed he does.

More importantly, Lecia didn't care.

Even if it was the demons brought out from the abyss that inexplicably appeared in the Winged Clan’s territory, Lacia didn’t care.

It would be fine if you didn't come, but if you dare to come...

Lecia believed that her own omnipotent God of Dawn, Master Ian, would teach these demons what it meant to be kind to their neighbors.

"Sister Lacia, please add some tea for Miss Haniya." Suddenly, Leal's voice interrupted Lacia who was in deep thought.

Looking up, the little girl from the Winged Clan was extremely anxious.

She drank the scalding hot tea in one gulp. Her lips turned red from the burn, but she didn't care and kept glancing in the direction where Frannie left from time to time.

"No, no, no, don't bother Sister Lacia. I'm not thirsty."

The Winged Clan girl Haniya waved her hands repeatedly and said:

"Archbishop Leal, when will His Holiness the Pope arrive?"

Layal's eyes flashed, and he said soothingly:
"Just be patient, they should be here soon."

Haniya nodded, but she was still fidgeting.

It's been over half an hour since I escaped and sought help, and I don't know where the tribe is...

"Ms. Haniya, it seems that you know a lot about our Dawn Cult."

Perhaps to ease Haniya's anxiety, Lesia sat over and spoke softly.

In an instant, Haniya's face became pious and her hands clasped together unconsciously.

"Yes, Sister Lacia, I have been in Blackwater City recently and have witnessed with my own eyes the miracles performed time and again by the Cult of Dawn and His Holiness the Pope."

"I witnessed the great dawn's mercy, and I witnessed the impoverished people of Blackwater City living a good life under the dawn's light."

"I am also a devout believer in the Dawn. Like everyone else, I firmly believe that only the great Dawn can drive away the demons and bring hope."

“It’s just that I haven’t been recruited yet…”

Having said this, Haniya paused and waved her hands hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to conceal my identity and shamelessly ask for Shuguang's blessings."

"It's just... Bishop Layar, you should know the reputation of our Winged Clan..."

Layal raised his hand to interrupt Haniya and said softly:
"It's okay. Dawn won't blame you. If you believe in Dawn, you are His child. Fame, wealth, power... Dawn doesn't care. He can see your piety."

"Thank you, Bishop Leal."

Haniya wiped her eyes with emotion and said:

"After witnessing the miracle yesterday, I received guidance from Father Matthew and hurried back to my tribe, hoping to lead everyone in the tribe to follow the dawn."

"We had originally planned to come together today, but then the abyss suddenly..."

At this point, Haniya became anxious again, and little Pearl also had something brewing in her eyes.

"Don't panic, Miss Haniya."

Lecia patted her shoulder gently.

"Since you are a child of the Dawn, you must firmly believe that as long as the Dawn and His Holiness the Pope are here, the sky will not fall."

"Yes! Sister Racia!"

Just as he finished speaking, quick and steady footsteps were heard on the stairs.

"His Majesty the Pope has arrived!"

Franny walked down first and shouted loudly. In an instant, all the leaders of the Dawn Cult in the room stood up and touched their chests with one hand.

In front of outsiders, the Pope's face is related to the status of the Dawn Church.

This kind of ritual cannot be broken.

Of course, the effects are also useful.

After seeing the familiar corner of the gold and white papal robe, he felt Ian's breath slowly approaching.

The feeling of being in close contact with the supreme Pope of the Dawn Cult, and the sense of security that instantly settled in my heart.

Haniya couldn't hold it anymore, and the little pearls fell down one by one.

She rushed to Ian in two steps, fell to the ground, and cried like a child in grievance.

"Your Holiness, please save the Winged Tribe!"

Layal also stepped forward quickly and whispered to Ian, briefly describing the situation of the Winged Tribe.

One of our own!
Ian's expression became gentler, and he raised his hand to help Haniya up.

"I understand your intentions."

"It is also my duty to protect every child of Dawn."

"Now, please calm down and tell me the situation in detail."

"The number and types of demons, the situation of their leaders, and the topography of the eastern rift region."

Ian put his hand on Haniya's shoulder, his eyes gentle and divine.

For some reason, being stared at by such a gaze, all of Haniya's anxiety disappeared in an instant.

"Don't be afraid, the dawn is always there."

(End of this chapter)