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

Chapter 71: A fair and open war

Ever since Ian used the golden apple to heal the believers injured by zombies, the apple has become a fruit that symbolizes holiness and miracles in the Dawn Cult.

Layal and the others were not surprised, because Ian had used golden apples to heal zombie villagers in the MC world.

Although after being treated, these villagers were sent by Ian to generate electricity...

But this kind of thing happens so often that it is really not worth their surprise.

But for Uriel and others, this was unbelievable.

In all the years that hundreds of races on the Rodri Continent have been fighting against the demons, they have never heard of a life being transformed into an undead creature, which is basically equivalent to death.

It can actually be restored to its original state!

To put it bluntly, what's the difference between this and coming back to life?
But as believers woke up one by one and understood what had happened, they were moved to their knees and shouted for Ian's mercy.

This outrageous thing that no one would believe became a fact.

It turns out that under the gaze of dawn, the destined death of life can also be denied by dawn.

At this moment, Uriel truly understood the true meaning of Ian's words: "Only Dawn can decide what will become of Dawn's children."

and so……

Even if loyal Dawn children died in battle, they would follow Dawn to heaven. This matter...

It must be true!

Soon, all the believers who had turned into zombies were revived, and Ian's materials were not used up yet.

So, he used the remaining golden apples and weakness potions to rescue some zombies from Treetop City.

"Your Holiness... why waste precious miracles on these demons?"

Uriel was puzzled, and Ian had a compassionate look on his face.

"Look carefully, how are they different from the infected believers?"

After recalling for a moment, Uriel probably understood that these so-called demons were probably also victims.

only……

"They are not the children of Dawn..."

Haniya muttered softly. In her opinion, these people who did not believe in the dawn were not qualified to receive the blessing of the dawn.

Ian just waved his hand.

"The Dawn is merciful. Even if they are not yet believers of the Dawn, why can't we give them a chance to find their true selves?"

"I believe they are also lost lambs, waiting for the dawn of salvation."

These words naturally received everyone's prayers of "Dawn of Mercy".

However, the apples and splash-type weakness potions that Leal brought were not many, and in the end, only less than a hundred of the hundreds of zombie villagers in Treetop City were restored.

At this moment, he was standing there in a daze with a confused look on his face.

Judging from their appearance, as expected, they are all ordinary citizens of Treetop City.

Ian didn't remember asking Markov and the others to dump the zombies into ordinary residential areas.

"Those two old guys in Treetop City are really cruel."

Ian sneered in his heart, but was not surprised. With their cold-blooded cruelty, it was not surprising that they would do such a thing.

But in the final analysis, these people are also pitiful people, and their becoming like this is inseparable from Ian.

Although Ian did not regret what he asked Markov to do, he would not just abandon them like that.

Since he was the one who released the zombie virus, he naturally has the responsibility and is confident that he can solve it.

only……

We have to wait until we take over Treetop City.

"Father Matthew, I leave this place to you. Let the believers go back and rest first. I'll trouble you to take care of these foreign children first."

Ian withdrew his thoughts, gave Old Matthew a warning, and then said:

"Go back to the meeting, Uriel, you two come together."

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope."

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

This back and forth was just a quick fix to a minor disturbance that was not worth mentioning.

And the real storm is just about to begin.

……

In the meeting room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Ian sat at the head, Leal and the others stood on both sides, while Uriel and Haniya knelt in the middle.

Ian didn't blame them, but they felt ashamed that such a big mistake had happened at work, so they were kind of asking for forgiveness.

"Your Holiness, what happened tonight is a wake-up call for us."

Layal said pointedly:

"We do want to listen to Dawn's teachings quietly and unite our forces to fight against the demons, but many people don't think so."

"Over in Treetop City, the Cleveland and Lehman families have been coveting us for a long time. This isn't the first time they've plotted against us."

"As the saying goes, once, twice, three times is better than once. Your Holiness, it's time for us to take action."

Ian nodded slightly. If Uriel and Haniya weren't here, he would have cursed out the Cleveland and Lehman families for generations. But if there were outsiders present...

"The real devil is in the human heart."

"It turns out that not everyone is qualified to receive the grace of the Dawn. Before the Dawn descends and defeats the demonic shadow, we need a great purge."

As soon as the voice fell, Markov, who was eager to fight, had not yet opened his mouth to ask for a fight, but Uriel gnashed his teeth and said:

"Your Holiness, the Winged Tribe invites you to attack Treetop City! Under the protection of the Dawn, we can bring Treetop City into the Dawn's domain in just one day."

"Let those true demons be turned into ashes by the might of the Dawn!"

I had just joined Blackwater City and hadn't made any contributions yet, but I almost made a big mistake due to some oversights.

The Winged Clan was almost feeling guilty to death, and they wanted to skin the culprits, the Cleveland and Lehman families of Treetop City, alive.

What if the Great Dawn and His Holiness the Pope feel that they are unable to bear the responsibility because of this incident?
The Winged Clan cannot lose this opportunity!
"Don't be impatient."

Ian raised his hand to interrupt Uriel. After pondering for a moment, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Uriel, you have to understand that Treetop City is just a trivial case. The events of Treetop City have made us understand where the real devil lies."

"On the continent of Rodri, where demons are now rampant, how many other cities are like this? How many innocent lambs are being persecuted?"

Ian's tone became more and more mournful, revealing a strong allure.

"This world is filled with filth! Perhaps our gaze shouldn't be limited to Treetop City and the demons..."

"So...Uriel, I want you to lead the Winged Tribe to do something."

Wu Lie'er clasped his fists and said in a deep voice:
"What His Holiness the Pope has pointed out is the place where the Winged Tribe will risk their lives! No matter what it is, the Winged Tribe will complete it perfectly for His Holiness the Pope!"

"very good!"

Ian nodded with relief.

"Go hand out flyers!"

"???"

……

After a long time.

Uriel excitedly took Haniya away to carry out the order to distribute leaflets.

Only his own people were left in the City Lord's Mansion.

As a result, everyone's manners and speech were no longer so rigid.

Layal frowned and said with a puzzled look:

"Master Ian, why bother with so much trouble? The Treetop City has only about 3,000 soldiers."

"With the current strength of our Vatican Army, even if we send out a hundred men, with the alchemical potion, we can wipe out Treetop City in half a day. Why bother with a propaganda campaign?"

Ian chuckled, stood up, and stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking at Blackwater City at night.

"Layer, what do you call it when the demons invade the territory of the Hundred Races Alliance?"

"aggression!"

"What do you call it when the Hundred Races Alliance invades the Demon Race's territory?"

"Fight back!"

"Which name sounds better?"

Glancing sideways at Layal, who seemed somewhat dazed and remained silent, Ian shook his head.

"Our current strength is indeed unmatched, but you must understand that conquering is easy, but ruling is difficult."

"To put it bluntly, everything in this world is about seeking a reputation."

"If we conquer Treetop City by force, how much time will it take to win over its people?"

"How will the Hundred Races Alliance view the Dawn Cult? If the Hundred Races Alliance becomes wary of us, how long will it take us to dispel their vigilance and bring them under our control?"

"This is the self-proving trap, and the best way to escape it is to let others argue for us!"

"So... I will let faith come first! Then, this war will be called liberation."

Ian raised his hand and pressed it against the cold glass.

The heat from the palm of my hand spreads on the glass, and the white mist on the glass also expands outward from the palm of my hand.

The smile on Ian's lips grew deeper.

"Leal, you have to understand that once this war begins, it can't be stopped by a mere Treetop City."

"What we want shouldn't just be Treetop City, but also the Principality of Birka, the Kingdom of Priss, the human race, the elves... the entire Hundred Races Alliance."

"The foundation has been laid. What follows is the endless expansion and enlightenment of Dawn."

"The Dawn Cult is, in the final analysis, the rule of the Holy See disguised as benevolence, but this rule is based on faith."

"In this case, what this war needs most is not victory, but four words."

Looking back suddenly, Ian's eyes were stern, and he spoke word by word:

"Justice and fairness!"

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