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

Chapter 75 75. Eggs and milk are always the sharpest weapons of faith

This so-called war lasted only more than twenty minutes.

Strictly speaking, the war ended after the first collision with the elite city defense forces of Treetop City.

From beginning to end, the biggest loss suffered by the Vatican Army was that two of them accidentally bumped into each other's heads while fighting for the heads.

This was a complete and overwhelming victory, but in Layal's mind, if the enemy couldn't even resist, how could it be called a war?

Of the more than 3,000 troops in Treetop City, only less than 200 are left.

What will become of these people depends on the opinions of the people of Treetop City.

Those who have not done anything bad are sent to labor camps, and those who have done...

Each of them split into five groups to attack the Warcraft Forest.

The horses' hooves trampled over the rubble left after the collapsed city wall, and Layar slowly entered the city surrounded by a large army.

The people of Treetop City hid in houses and ruins in panic, looking over here cautiously.

Capturing a city is the easiest thing; the difficult part is how to maintain stable rule afterwards.

However, Ian had already laid the foundation.

After riding his horse to the central square of Treetop City, Harun began the finishing operation.

The flag of the Dawn Cult fluttered over the square, and Harun shouted with all his might.

"The Dawn Cult army, in compliance with the Dawn Oracle, will bring Treetop City under the divine light of Dawn from this very day!"

"All Dawn believers can receive a portion of egg bread!"

Not much to say.

The flag of dawn is planted here, accompanied by the classic egg bread offensive.

The civilians who had just been hiding in their houses and dared not come out swarmed in in the blink of an eye.

A week of religious propaganda, coupled with the recent display of force, and finally the food temptation of egg bread.

This combination of punches and the belief in Dawn produced a wonderful chemical reaction in the hearts of the people of Treetop City.

The Treetop City, which had been run by the Lehman and Cleveland families for many years, was transformed into the soil of faith for Dawn in just a moment.

Especially when the people of Treetop City actually ate bread, prayers arose everywhere.

The people here now only believe in the Dawn Cult.

If the king came over and said that the dawn was not good, he would be beaten up.

"The power of faith..."

Layal chuckled and turned away.

He led his men on a horseback ride around the city, then went to the dungeon to count the number of infected zombies and reinforced the cells.

Later these zombies will pick and choose, and the civilians will return to normal.

Those related to Cleveland and the Lehman family were sent out to bask in the sun.

After the circle was completed, Layal called Harun.

"You will take two hundred Vatican soldiers and one hundred Winged Tribe warriors to temporarily garrison Treetop City. The rest of the army will return to the starting point."

"His Holiness the Pope will station clergy in Treetop City. If anything happens, please inform the Winged Tribe at any time."

After Harun nodded in agreement, Leyal did not stay long. He asked Uriel and his men to take as much treasure as possible from the Crillan and Lehman families and send the troops back.

With the speed of horses in the MC world, it would take the Vatican Army one day to return to its starting point.

However, Layar chose to let the Winged Tribe take him flying, and the faster the better on the way back.

Cleveland and Lehman should be handed over to Ian as soon as possible.

……

The Winged Tribe is famously fast throughout the continent. Even if they are carrying heavy loads with Layal and the others, they can still return to the starting point in two hours.

As soon as the sun passed its zenith, Layar returned to the castle square with the captives of the Winged Clan and the two major families.

"Your Holiness, I have fulfilled your mission!"

Leal smiled.

"Excluding the day it took to travel, this battle..."

Before he could finish his words, Ian interrupted Leal's rhythm.

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Ian ignored Cleveland and others who were wailing on the ground and looked Leal up and down.

"You came back so quickly. Were they the ones who brought you back?"

Layal was a little confused, but nodded.

"Yes, I'm anxious to report to you, so I asked the Winged Tribe to take me back first. Apart from the troops stationed in Treetop City, the rest of the troops are already on their way and will be back within a day."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"So... how did Uriel and the others bring you back? Could it be that they carried you on their backs?"

The thought of Layal, the respectable old gentleman, lying on Uriel's back, the sharp wind in the air ruffling his silver hair, but he still maintained a serious expression.

This contrasting scene made Ian want to laugh.

Layal's face fell, he glanced at Uriel and the others, and whispered:

"Your Holiness, I don't think this matter is important right now!"

"Ok."

Ian waved his hand, motioning Markov to come forward, and said with a smile:
"Take these guests to enjoy the hospitality of Dawn."

"Paladin Markov, they are too noisy. I will cut off their tongues first. Remember to use the regeneration potion when interrogating them."

"Understood, Bishop Lyall."

Markov smiled coldly and took the Cavaliers to take the Cleveland and Lehman family away.

Ian looked at Uriel and the others again and said gently:

"Thank you for your hard work, Uriel."

These words were more effective than a shot of chicken blood. Uriel's face flushed with excitement, and he pounded his chest hard. "For Dawn and His Holiness, even if it means sacrificing our lives, we are willing to do it!"

"What's more, this battle was won with the support of the Great Dawn and His Holiness the Pope, and we achieved an astonishing victory with zero casualties. It wasn't hard at all!"

"The one who's really working hard should be His Holiness the Pope who cares about the children of Dawn!"

Layal looked at Uriel silently. This guy is really a talent.

After joining Shuguang, his strength didn't improve much, but his ability to flatter others did increase day by day.

Is this still the iron-blooded man who shouted "Charge" at the top of his lungs when facing tens of thousands of demons?
Fortunately, Ian had heard enough flattery that this little bit of skill didn't move him.

His expression remained gentle and he nodded slightly.

"You should go and rest first. Treetop City is just the beginning. We will be busy later. You need to be in good condition so that you can better fight for the Dawn."

"Yes!"

After a while, Ian, Leal and the others were the only ones left in the castle.

Layal lowered his airs.

"Master Ian, there are still more than 400 infected zombies in Canopy City."

Ian nodded and said:
"We'll need to identify these infected people later, and then you can bring some antidotes with you."

"Is there anything noteworthy about this battle?"

Lyall thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No, the battle went smoothly. Almost immediately, Treetop City was completely defeated. The knights and magicians raised by the Cleveland and Lehman families were all annihilated."

"I came back in such a hurry that I didn't have time to search the vaults of these two families. I only took some gold coins and knight and magic books."

Ian raised his eyebrows, took a few books and took a look, but soon lost interest and handed them to Lecia.

"Put it in the castle study. Anyone interested can go and study it on their own."

The knight training methods of these two families are quite crude compared to the inheritance of the Phobos family.

That is to say, those magic books are somewhat interesting, but the magic recorded in them is very low-level, most of which are spells such as fireball, ice ball, and wind bomb.

Ian doesn't like this thing.

With the MC world around him, he would be the most powerful knight even without practicing. Similarly, with the door to the MC world around him, Ian would definitely not be short of magic in the future.

If these books were from the elves, Ian would be interested in reading them.

"Master Ian, I have carefully observed this battle."

Layal didn't care about Ian's handling of the matter. He just pondered for a moment and made up his mind.

"The Dawn Cult's Holy Army and the Winged Clan have all had their devotion to the Dawn engraved into their bones, meeting your standards for fanatics."

"When do you plan to add some more men to our expedition to the Kingdom of Dawn?"

"Our Dawn Cult's business is growing bigger and bigger. Relying on just a few of us, even just transporting supplies is not enough, let alone other things."

To be honest, Leal didn't really want to mention this matter.

The MC world is Ian's private great place. Their ability to enter the MC world means Ian's ultimate trust. For Layar, this is an honor more important than life.

Who is willing to share this glory?
But now the Dawn Cult really needs to expand its core circle.

Take the newly conquered Treetop City for example.

To detoxify the hundreds of zombies in Treetop City, it would probably take two or three trips for Lyall and his gang to transport supplies like golden apples.

Subsequently, the construction of Treetop City, the recruitment of troops, large-scale construction and other tasks involved the transportation of a large amount of resources.

How many trips will Layal and his team have to make to build the Treetop City?
This is just the beginning. The expansion of the Dawn Cult will not stop. How many cities can they develop by relying on just a few of them?

Since it concerns the development of the Dawn Cult, Layar had to mention it. With his understanding of people's hearts, he could see the loyalty and fanaticism of Uriel and others.

He could guarantee that Uriel and the others would not have any ill intentions towards Ian's MC world, and would embrace this glory as cautiously as they did.

Coincidentally, after observing Uriel and his companions for some time, Ian came to accept their beliefs.

"I'll think about it."

After thinking for a moment, Ian nodded and agreed. While Layal breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This glory shared by Master Ian will accommodate more people.

They may no longer be special.

"but……"

Ian suddenly spoke again:

"Wait until I lead you to slay the dragon."

"Master Ian..."

Layal was stunned for a moment, looking at Ian's smiling face, his heart was churning but he still suppressed his emotion.

Having stayed in the MC world for so long, he naturally understood what slaying a dragon meant.

That is what Ian recognizes as the highest achievement and honor in the MC world.

Ian was going to take them to slay the dragon, which only meant one thing.

No matter how the Dawn Cult develops, these people will always be Ian's most blatant favorite.

"Yes! I understand, Master Ian!"

"I understand. There's one more thing..."

Ian pondered for a moment and couldn't help asking:

"I'm still very curious, how on earth were you brought back by the Winged Clan?"

"Master Ian!"

Layal was embarrassed. After a while, he looked at Ian with a determined look on his face, his mouth twitched for a moment, and Layal sighed.

"At least he wasn't carried back."

"I understand! I brought it back!"

(End of this chapter)