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

Chapter 51: The Invincible Golden Body of the Dawn Cult

Blackwater City.

Ever since Ian and his men went to support the Winged Tribe, the atmosphere in the city has been very depressing.

Although they are under the protection of Dawn, there are still tens of thousands of demon troops there. Judging from Ian's intention, he only plans to take Layar and others to stop them.

Even the children who had never seen the demons thought this was a fantasy.

Even if there are 10,000 chickens, 20 people won't be able to handle them.

But Ian has brought out Dawn. Could it be that these children of Dawn dare to disobey their kind father, the Almighty Lord?
So, the five thousand men, women, young and old in Blackwater City could only remain silent and watch the backs of Ian and the others in the rain in the city.

It was not until a long time later that, under the leadership of Father Matthew, they all returned to the Dawn Church to pray devoutly.

“The dawn is merciful, and His glory will not miss any child.”

"The dawn is majestic, and its thunder will not let go of any enemy."

"He makes the good live forever, and their souls are forever glorified; He makes the wicked turn to ashes, and their minds are forever cast into hell."

"Under the shining light of dawn, His children will always stand on the side of victory..."

The hymn of the Victory of Dawn from Chapter 9, Verse 32 of the Oracle, formed a magnificent wave of sound in the Dawn Church, penetrating through the walls and doors.

It hovered over Blackwater City for a long time.

In addition to the sounds of prayer, there were also deafening shouts of killing coming from the Vatican Army’s base in the west of the city.

Today Ian led the team out to fight the demons without calling them.

In the past, this kind of thing would only make them happy. After all, who would be willing to risk their life to plug the hole of the demons?

But now, the Vatican Army only feels ashamed.

As a legion that has been honored by the Dawn, they are not even worthy of going onto the battlefield and fighting for the Dawn because of their weak strength.

How can they accept this?
They fought for the nobles who were high above them and did not take them seriously, and were forced to bow their heads just to survive.

But right now, fighting for the dawn is the only way they can repay their selfless master.

With different positions, the mentality is naturally different.

The additional training of the Vatican Army was not requested by anyone, but was initiated by them.

If they are left behind again because of something like this next time, how can they still have the face to call themselves warriors of the dawn?

The calls of training went from frequent thunderstorms to only the sound of rain, and now the rain has slowed down and the weather has cleared up.

The shouting and killing continued as long as Ian and his men were out. Perhaps this was the only way the Vatican army could fight side by side.

In the Dawn Church.

The hymn of the Dawn Victory ends again.

Old Matthew glanced outside the church. It was already bright outside, but there was still no sound of horse hooves.

There was worry in my heart, but my face remained calm.

"Father Matthew, do you want to continue?"

Inside the silent Dawn Church, someone asked in a low voice. Matthew came back to his senses and nodded.

"continue!"

This time, the proclamation did not immediately ring out. Instead, someone said worriedly:

"Father Matthew, His Holiness the Pope has been away with his team for most of the day. Now that the rain has stopped, why hasn't he returned yet?"

"Don't overthink it. War is always a long journey. You must firmly believe that under the light of dawn, all those who are enemies of our dawn will be reduced to ashes. His Holiness the Pope and his men may be on their way back."

Matthew patiently tried to comfort them, but the believers below still didn't buy it.

"I heard that the Winged Clan betrayed the Hundred Clan Alliance during the last anti-demon war, leading to its defeat. They have a criminal record, so could it be..."

Before the man could finish, Matthew interrupted him harshly.

"Stop talking nonsense! You've all seen that girl from the Winged Tribe. You've seen how devoted she is to the Dawn. Don't let one accidental event completely define a group of people."

"No matter what, they are heroes against the demons!"

The church fell silent for a moment. After a while, someone suddenly muttered in a low voice:
"But His Holiness the Pope only brought Archbishop Leal and his men..."

"enough!"

Matthew snapped, the first time he got angry since becoming a priest.

"Have you all forgotten the greatness of Dawn?"

Matthew stood up, stood in front of everyone, and pointed around.

"Look at this sacred church, under the gaze of the dawn. How can you be so lacking in faith in the dawn?"

"That instant miracle of a bountiful harvest, the endless rain, the powerful guardian of the dawn... doesn't this prove the greatness of the dawn?"

"His Holiness the Pope is under the protection of the Dawn, how could he possibly lose?"

Old Matthew glared at everyone with his hair standing on end.

"Let's take a step back and say, even if we lose, what does it matter?"

"The dawn gave us hope, treated us as children, and promised us glory! All the wonderful life we ​​have now is given by the dawn!"

"Just because His Holiness the Pope has been defeated, will your army lose its morale? How dare you call yourselves the children of the Dawn?"

Old Matthew opened fire, spraying everyone so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads. After a while, Old Matthew was panting and holding on to the desk beside him.

"No matter what, I, Matthew, will not be afraid of death! Even if we lose this war, I will risk my life to defend the great glory of Dawn!"

After he finished speaking, a long time later, the believers below raised their hands with flushed faces in agreement.

"We are not cowards! We can also risk our lives for the dawn!"

"The dawn has given me everything, and I am ready to respond to the dawn with my life at any time!"

"The dawn is eternal!"

Shouts replaced prayers as they rushed out of the church. Old Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with relief.

"Well done! This is the child of Dawn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed into the church.

"Father Matthew! Matthew...Father!"

"teach……"

Before he finished speaking, old Matthew burst out with a speed that was not suitable for an old man. He took two steps at a time and rushed forward to hold the other person's shoulder.

"But His Holiness has returned?"

"Yes!"

The young man's face was filled with joy, and his voice immediately resounded throughout the church.

"A great victory! His Holiness the Pope and his men... have returned with a large number of demon corpses and members of the Winged Tribe!"

"Your Holiness, how are they?"

"Intact!"

As soon as these four words fell, old Matthew ran away with a whoosh.

Immediately afterwards, before the young man could catch his breath, he was knocked down by the fanatical cheers in the church. Thousands of people were running wildly, like a dragon turning over.

Soon, there was no one in the church.

……

When Old Matthew and other people gathered at the city gate, on the distant horizon, twenty horses took the lead and galloped towards Blackwater City in the sunshine.

In the sky, a black mass of Winged Tribe members formed a line and flew high, as if cheering for Ian and the others.

Not long after, when they got closer, Old Matthew and the others stretched their necks to look around, and only then did they confirm it.

No one was missing, and everyone was in high spirits. It looked more like a trip than a war.

But the wounds on the bodies of the Sky Winged Tribe and the corpses of the demons in their hands could not be faked.

Judging from the situation, it will definitely be a magnificent and tragic war, but at least Ian and the others are fine.

and so……

It’s a great victory!
When the twenty horses reached the city gate, they slowed down.

In old Matthew's eyes, Ian and the others were the same when they came back as they were when they left.

The only difference is that now they carry a fierce and murderous aura.

Bang bang bang!
The Winged Clan threw down endless corpses of demons, and the sound of them hitting each other was so beautiful in the ears of Old Matthew and the others.

There were thousands of people, plus the Winged Clan, with a total number of nearly ten thousand, but the city gate was still silent.

Until Markov finally threw out a headless corpse and a head.

The Mind Flayer leader's expression of unwillingness to close his eyes in death was seen as his head rolled and rolled close to Old Matthew and the others.

Ian finally spoke.

His tone was just as calm as when he said he would take nineteen people to annihilate the demons.

"People of the Dawn, I bring back the victory I promised you."

"Now, you can share this glory..."

"But remember!"

"This victory will not be the last. In the future, you will witness and personally create more glory and dedicate it to the dawn."

"Now……"

Ian raised his hand and pointed at the body of the Mind Flayer commander on the ground.

"Bury the enemy's bodies at the city gate and hang their heads on the city wall."

"Let this despicable demon watch its corpse being trampled into the dust before our eyes."

"Let this despicable demon watch helplessly as we, the Dawn Divine Cult, use the blood of him and his comrades to create the glory of the Dawn!"

Ian raised his scepter and the shout spread throughout the city gate.

"The dawn will last forever!"

The only response Ian received was even more fervent prayers.

The Dawn Cult's undefeated reputation was deeply rooted after this incredible victory.

(End of this chapter)