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

Chapter 88 88. Dawn Oracle, Western Expedition!
By the end of the meeting, the goal was basically to allow everyone to gain a deeper understanding of the organizational structure adjustments and realm system divisions proposed at this meeting through communication.

At the beginning, Markov, who had just been promoted to the leader of the Knights Templar of the Silver Pillar of the Dawn Cult, wanted to talk to Harun and Uriel about the strategy of this battle.

After just a short while, Markov and the others gave up.

strategy?

What strategy do we need?
Just spread your hands and do it!

The Silver Armor Pillar's Dawn Knights Legion consists of 2,000 heavy armored cavalrymen, each of whom is an intermediate-level knight, plus 500 invincible archers from the Night Watch Winged Legion.

In the name of God, they raised the banner of "fighting the nobles and dividing the land."

Not only do we have both face and substance, we also have endless logistical resources to support us.

Do you need to think about strategy to attack the Principality of Birka?
That would be too much of an insult to the Church of Dawn and would overestimate the Principality of Birka.

You use tricks when you are not strong enough, but you still use tricks when you are strong enough?
Then hasn’t it been in vain that they have been improving their strength for so long?

"Therefore, the strategy for this battle is based on four words."

Markov looked at Uriel and the others with a serious face, slammed the table, and said proudly:
"Just do it!"

Ian nodded with relief. Although Markov was a little stupid, this battle really required a stupid and reckless man like Markov.

This was the first war that made the Cult of Dawn famous in the continent of Rodri.

In this battle, establishing prestige is far more important than victory.

After the fall of the Principality of Birka, the Cult of the Dawn will inevitably appear on the stage of the entire Alliance of Hundred Races, and in order to carry out subsequent missionary plans, it must demonstrate dominant war power.

Therefore, no tactics can be used to attack the Principality of Birka, and Ian will even ask Markov and others to slow down.

Every time a battle begins, I let the other side set up their positions, set up a dragnet, and then...

Destroy all the opponent's hopes with overwhelming force.

In this way, it can also serve to highlight the Dawn Cult's upright style of doing things, and the Dawn Cult's ridiculously hard fists can also be seen by others.

Warfare has always been a profound subject, especially wars of religious belief.

But Ian believed that after this battle, Markov and others would understand the difference between the Vatican's war of faith and other wars.

"His Majesty the Pope."

Old Matthew slowly walked to Ian's side, bowing slightly to ensure that his height was no higher than that of the seated Ian.

"What's the matter, Bishop Matthew?"

Ian looked at Matthew gently and said softly:

"Any questions about the new structure? Or any suggestions for the clergy list of the Birka Diocese?"

"Neither, Your Holiness."

Old Matthew shook his head and then continued:

"Actually, it's the Starting Point... A few days ago, some powerful elves arrived at the Starting Point..."

Matthew told Ian in detail about the existence of Fishley and the others, including when they came and what they had been doing in the past few days.

Exactly.

Finally, they told him that they wanted to see Ian.

Finally, seeing Ian looking thoughtful, Matthew added something.

"Your Holiness, these elves are very well-behaved. They have been staying here quietly these past few days. Occasionally, someone will follow them to the church to pray."

Ian noticed that he followed the rules.

The elves are a well-known and powerful tribe in the Hundred Tribes Alliance of Lord Rodri. So many powerful warriors entered the city, abided by the rules honestly and requested to see him.

At least, Ian could find no fault with etiquette.

If nothing unexpected happens, these elves are the ones that Uriel and the others reported earlier, the ones that the Principality of Birka invited from the Elf Forest to deal with the zombies.

When I went back before, I was probably going to ask for help.

The reason they wanted to see him was simply because it was unprecedented that a demonized believer had actually recovered as a human being.

Ian did not have much prejudice against the elves. Everyone knew that the elves were one of the most steadfast anti-magic pioneers in the Alliance of Hundred Races.

To put it bluntly, the elves can never coexist with the demons.

Compared to the human race's attitude of lying down and taking advantage of the situation, Ian really prefers the elves.

"Bishop Matthew, do you think I should meet them?"

Ian looked at Matthew with interest, and the latter said decisively:

"Whether to see or not is the decision of His Holiness the Pope. I have no right to make decisions for His Holiness the Pope."

"However, from my personal perspective, I still recommend that His Holiness the Pope meet with me."

"The elves are powerful. If we can draw them into the great faith of Dawn, Dawn will gain another group of steadfast and loyal powerful warriors."

"The Dawn Divine Cult's layout for the inheritance of faith in the Hundred Races Alliance will also be smoother."

Ian nodded slightly and said softly:

"Then let them come over later."

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

The strength of this group of elves is quite strong.

If the elves can really be incorporated into the Cult of Dawn, the Choir and the Purifiers will have a place to stay.

Of course, Ian also understood that this was not a simple matter. The elves themselves had faith in the ancient tree of life, and they had existed for a long time and were very powerful.

But the future belongs to the rhythm of the Dawn Cult, and the belief in the Ancient Tree of Life is not absolutely unsolvable.

The Vatican’s best means of expanding faith is faith integration and ideological infiltration.

Ancient tree of life?

The Oracle Book says.

"At the beginning of creation, all spirits were ignorant. God sighed at the hardships of all living beings, gathered the seeds of life, and irrigated them with the springs of heaven. Thus, the Ancient Tree of Life was formed. The tree gave birth to a perfect spirit, who received divine instructions and taught all living beings. They are called elves."

After that, Ian became a god and randomly chose an obedient and well-behaved elf to be his consort. He gave her the title of God of Life and incorporated her into the Kingdom of Dawn system to become a subordinate god.

Look.

Doesn’t this belief become one?

As long as the "Oracle" is updated in time, the Dawn Cult's muscles will grow fast and Ian Steve's fists will be sharper.

Then isn’t this faith just a matter of touching your upper lip to your lower lip?

The Vatican is an expert at ideological infiltration and invasion. Of course, this kind of thing needs to be carried out step by step. At this stage, Ian would say that the two sides are cooperating on an equal and friendly basis.

After briefly thinking about his plans for the elves, Ian temporarily put these thoughts aside.

The most important thing at the moment is to annex the Principality of Birka as soon as possible and have a stable theocratic domain.

After that, whether or not to expand territory is not so important.

The Vatican in his hometown is not even as big as the city where Ian lives, but it still has billions of followers and its influence spans the globe.

Therefore, territory is really not important to the Holy See, and it is even quite troublesome to manage administratively.

As long as faith reaches the grassroots level, none of this will matter. Then, wherever Ian goes, that is the land of dawn.

Thinking of this, Ian coughed lightly.

The discussion in the conference room disappeared instantly, and everyone looked at Ian expectantly, who slowly stood up.

"Okay, the meeting is over. The Principality of Birka will make a move soon. Captain Markov, it's time for you to take action."

"Now, Captain Markov, follow me back to the Kingdom of Dawn to collect strategic supplies and quickly mobilize the Dawn Knights and Night Watchers to the front lines to prepare for battle."

Markov and the others nodded seriously, and under the envious gazes of Uriel and the others, they followed Ian upstairs and returned to the MC world.

Ian didn't chat with them much, and started giving orders as soon as he entered the door.

"All knights except Leal are dispatched for this battle. Markov, transfer all your belongings to the Shulker Box."

"This time, everyone will only carry ender chests and shulker boxes. All war supplies will be stored inside. If other supplies are needed later, have the Night's Watch return and report."

"I'll have Lecia and the others deliver it to you."

"This battle must be fought until the Principality of Birka is destroyed. Remember, once the war begins, it must not stop!"

Markov grinned and nodded.
"Understood, Master Ian, I will not accept surrender or peace talks!"

Ian smiled and said nothing more, and asked Lecia and the others to help count the supplies.

To put it simply, it means taking a large number of weapons and equipment, various arrows, and various alchemical potions.

It seemed that the nine people including Markov couldn't carry much stuff.

But you can use nesting dolls!

Each person carries an ender chest, which can hold 27 shulker boxes.

Each of Markov's men can carry eleven more shulker boxes.

By this calculation, nine people can carry nearly ten thousand blocks of supplies, which is an astronomical number.

From the fact that it took Lacia and the others nearly half an hour to fill the bag, you can tell how much stuff they brought this time.

Basically according to Ian's estimation, before this battle is over, Markov and his team should not need to mobilize logistical supplies.

Even if there is an emergency, it will take the Winged People a day to cross the Principality of Birka to pass on the news.

If the situation is urgent, send the Ender Dragon to deliver the goods.

At that time, let Markov and the others see what real hourly delivery is.

After loading the supplies, Ian gave Markoff some more advice and then returned to the castle.

Uriel and his men were not here, but from the slightly noisy noise outside the castle, it was obvious that they had already mobilized the army.

Ian was very satisfied.

Every leader will be willing to promote subordinates who are capable and willing to work hard.

"Let's go."

Ian strode out of the castle.

As soon as he took a step forward, the square, which had been bustling with people just now, suddenly became silent.

Ian clearly felt that countless fanatical eyes were focused on him.

In addition, there were a few particularly curious gazes that stood out in this sea of ​​enthusiasm.

Ian glanced over and saw Fishley and other elves at a glance.

I couldn't help but feel that the elves are truly a race favored by heaven and earth. All the handsome men and beautiful women in the tribe, the stronger they are, the better looking they are.

However, Ian only took a quick glance and quickly turned his attention to the army.

But for Fishley and others, this one glance was no less shocking than seeing the Elf Queen.

That supreme divinity should have been out of his reach, yet it was blended with the kindness and gentleness that was revealed at all times.

The knowledgeable Fishley couldn't explain what was going on for a moment.

After thinking for a long time, I could only sigh in my heart.

"As expected of the legendary supreme pope, the god's agent walking on earth...it's even more nerve-wracking than meeting the queen."

Fishley and the others remained silent. Matthew had just told them that Ian agreed to meet them, but he needed to send the troops off first.

There is no need to rush at the moment, just wait quietly.

"Loyal and brave knights of Dawn, do you know what this battle is for?"

After a long time, Ian's question was heard in the empty square.

Wu Lier and others roared at the top of their lungs, with veins bulging on their necks.

"For the dawn!"

"No!"

Ian shook his head and said loudly:

"Not just for the dawn!"

"Surrounded by demons, hundreds of races are struggling to survive. Yet, on this front where we should be united against the demons, some are still sneaking around and sabotaging our unity!"

"The dawn could not bear it, and sent down an oracle ordering you to go to war."

"This battle is not only for Dawn, but also for you, for the Rodri Continent, and for everyone to have a peaceful and harmonious future!"

In an instant, the fanatical fighting spirit turned into hot oil and was ignited.

Ian raised his hand and pointed westward.

"Dawn Oracle!"

"Western Expedition!!!"

(End of this chapter)