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

Chapter 41 41. Charge! Charge!
After leaving Blackwater City, everyone rode their horses towards the Great Rift Valley east of Blackwater City.

The further we walked, the more desolate and empty the land became. After running for more than ten minutes, there was not even a blade of grass around.

After the rain, there was yellow mud everywhere.

Mud and water splashed as the horse's hooves passed by.

Under a sky covered with dark clouds and occasional flashes of thunder, twenty men and women on light cavalry leaned forward to spur their horses and galloped wildly in the torrential rain.

Beside the leading figure, who was riding a tall white horse and wearing the golden and white papal tiara, was Haniya, who was flying with pure white wings spread out.

The light cavalry crossed the wilderness, leaving many horse hoof prints on this land that had not been visited for a long time.

The dull thud of horse hooves could still be heard clearly even in the heavy rain.

A tragic picture of marching against the tide to the battlefield.

Layal followed Ian closely, looking around vigilantly, fearing that there would be an enemy ambush.

In his hand, he tightly grasped the enchanted diamond sword hanging at his waist. The power brought by the enchantment gave Layar a greater sense of security.

Recalling everything that had just happened in Blackwater City, Layar had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The people of Blackwater City...

It seemed that he trusted Ian more than he did, an old man who had loyally followed the Phobos family all his life and even raised Ian personally.

When they heard that Ian and his twenty men were attacking the demons, they also tried to dissuade him and expressed their concerns.

But later, Leal clearly remembered that at the last moment before leaving the city, he looked back and saw everyone, from Father Matthew to the three-year-old child.

Everyone's eyes were filled with fanatical faith.

They firmly believed that Ian would win, simply because Ian told them that he would bring victory back to Blackwater City.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s because of belief in the dawn or belief in Ian, after all, Ian is the incarnation of the dawn.

Leal was just a little ashamed.

The people of Blackwater City have been with Ian for less than a month, and even if we only count their meetings, it has only been a few times at most.

Even so, they were willing to believe, even be superstitious about, everything Ian said.

What about him, the Cardinal of the Church of Dawn?

He knows Ian and the Dawn Cult better than anyone else.

He has seen more incredible and great miracles than anyone else.

If that's the case, why can't we have firm faith in Ian?
Perhaps, deep down, he still believed that Ian was still the child who had not grown up.

But the facts told him that in the blink of an eye, Ian had become the Pope responsible for the revival of the Phobos family and the rise of the Dawn Cult.

He is the leader of the great Kingdom of Dawn, with thousands of fanatical followers ready to sacrifice themselves for him.

He, Layal, could no longer consider Ian's decisions with the same eyes he used to look at his juniors.

Ian now has enough ability and determination to convince others.

A little disappointed, but more relieved.

"At least... old master, Master Ian has truly grown to the point where we need to look up to him."

Holding the enchanted diamond sword tightly in his hand, which continuously gave him courage and strength, Layar no longer hesitated.

Ian said he would win, and he will!

As the Cardinal of the Church of Dawn, all he needs to do is to have unwavering faith in the Pope and follow his instructions.

The warhorse under his crotch was getting faster and faster, but there was still no landmark around, only an endless wilderness of dirt.

There was no sign of the Eastern Rift Valley.

At this time, they had been galloping for more than half an hour.

Ian looked up at Haniya flying beside him in the rain and said loudly:
"Hanniya, how long will it take to reach the Eastern Rift Valley?"

Haniya instantly spiraled up, raising her vision, and then swooped down lightly, returning to Ian's side.

"It will take about an hour, Your Holiness!"

Ian nodded, but in his heart he felt that the Winged Clan were indeed natural scouts.

Haniya rushed all the way from the Eastern Rift Valley to ask for help, and it took only a dozen minutes to fly to Blackwater City.

But it took them nearly two hours riding their excellent war horses.

This speed, coupled with the mobility of lifting on the spot that Haniya just demonstrated.

No wonder the Winged Clan was able to make such a big name in the Alliance of Hundred Clan.

Haniya was still anxious and said quickly:

"Your Holiness, how about I go back and see what the situation is and then come back to report!"

"At my speed, I can go back and forth in half an hour!"

Ian shook his head.

"No, the war is imminent, and we must conserve all our strength that shouldn't be wasted."

Haniya said nothing more, but silently quickened the pace and guided the horse forward.

Suddenly, Phryne rode up to her and called out.

"Sister Haniya, your Winged Clan's wings won't be unable to fly just because of a heavy rain, and you're so fast..."

"Since we can't defeat the demon, escaping should be no problem, right? Why don't we retreat first?"

Ian and others also looked over curiously.

But for some reason, faced with this simple question, Haniya kept silent.

……

"retreat?"

Beneath the Great Rift Valley in the East, a burly man from the Winged Clan flapped his wings and swooped down, brandishing a worn-out sword, chopping into pieces dozens of undead skeletons and several demonized beasts.

He stood up again and wiped the rain off his face. "Where to retreat?"

Another strong man flew forward and shattered the Mind Flayer's attack on the big man with a sword, then turned around and said urgently:
"North! South! Or the Blackwater City Haniya mentioned! Chief, take the children and leave. The Winged Tribe can still keep its flame!"

"Don't talk more!"

The Winged Tribe leader continued to swoop down, waving his greatsword to support other Winged Tribe warriors.

Every move was filled with hatred and was extremely powerful.

"After the Fourth Anti-Demon War, my Winged Clan bore so much infamy and injustice!"

"Have you all forgotten why we came here?"

He turned around and thrust the greatsword into the skull of the Undead Knight. With a twist of the hilt, he shattered the soul fire immediately.

"I didn't forget!"

"I can't forget!"

"I dare not forget!"

The Winged Tribe leader shouted at the top of his lungs as he soared up into the heavy rain, then found the direction of the Mind-Stealing Magician and charged forward to kill him.

"I will never forget the old patriarch holding my hand on his deathbed and stubbornly telling me that our Wing Clan was wronged!"

"I can't forget that before my father was torn apart by the Mind Flayer, he roared at me to open my eyes and told me that there were no cowards among the Winged Tribe! We are not traitors!"

"I will never forget the elders who took the worst weapons and went to die in isolated and hopeless situations, just to prove that the Winged Clan has always had pure souls!"

The fiery sword energy turned into a wave, evaporating the rain, and cut off the head of the Heartthrob Mage with one sword.

He raised his sword again, resisted the attack of the endless undead army, and killed the other mind flayers.

"I will never forget the promise I made to countless martyrs at the burial ground of the Winged Clan!"

"As long as the injustice of the Winged Tribe is not redressed, we will not leave the anti-demon front!"

The fiery red fighting spirit on the Winged Clan leader's body turned into flames, and the whole person looked like a charging flaming spear.

Facing countless demonic spells, he still moved forward.

"One step back today, one step back tomorrow!"

"If we keep retreating, will the Winged Clan still be the Winged Clan? In the future, will there still be a place for our Winged Clan to stand on this Rodri Continent?"

"If it is truly proven that my Wing Clan is cowardly and treacherous, that we are surrenderers, how can I face my father and the old clan leader?"

"How dare you face those seniors who calmly faced death?!"

The flaming spear struck the dragon directly and killed another mind flayer warrior.

The Winged Clan leader flew up and looked with a resolute gaze at the core of the demon army guarded by countless high-level undead knights and powerful demonized beasts.

The Mind Flayer officer who led this siege was there.

Charge up, raise the sword, and continue attacking.

"I would rather all members of the Wing Clan die in battle today and be exterminated here, rather than allow others to continue to despise my Wing Clan!"

"We are warriors! Not traitors!"

"All tribesmen, obey my orders!"

"The strong will charge! The old and young will defend! The women and children will heal the wounded! Fight to the death!"

“Charge! Charge! Charge!!!”

Under the dark clouds, the Winged Clan leader rushed towards the Mind Flayer Commander like a flaming meteor, determined to die.

On the ground is an endless army of undead, and in the sky is a lone swooping flaming meteor.

This scene is filled with a tragic sense of fate.

He understood that once he left, he would be like an arrow shot from a bow and would never be able to return.

But at least, like all the ancestors of the Winged Clan, he kept moving forward until his death.

The colorful magic halo is ready, woven into a big net waiting for the arrival of the Winged Tribe leader.

At this moment.

The rumbling sound of thunder was accompanied by a pure white streak of light falling from the sky.

In an instant, he passed the leader of the Winged Tribe, easily shattered the magic net of the Demon Tribe, and plunged into the center of the army formation.

The roaring thunder brought light back to the dark world.

In an instant, hundreds of undead knights, monsters, and dozens of mind-stealing magicians were struck by thunder and turned into scorched marks on the ground.

The battlefield fell into a terrible silence.

Whether they were members of the Winged Clan or the Mind Flayer, they all stared in astonishment at the huge pit that appeared out of thin air.

At the bottom of the pit, there was a glittering trident, emitting wisps of mist.

The next moment, the trident trembled, and then broke through the air and flew into the sky.

Following the trident's flight path, everyone looked up.

All I saw was a floating mud island that appeared in the sky at some point.

On it, Ian, dressed in gold and white and wearing a luxurious crown, had a stern expression on his face.

Holding the terrifying trident in one hand, he looked down upon all demons.

Lightning flashed behind him repeatedly, and the brightest spot in the world was the Holy Pope's light, sandwiched between black and white.

Gradually, Ian raised the trident in his hand again.

Like the gods inflicting divine punishment on blasphemers on earth.

"According to the Oracle of Dawn... slay the demon!!!"

(End of this chapter)