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

Chapter 89 89. This group of demons is Dawn’s gift for the expedition!
Now Ian is getting more and more adept at using Dawn's tiger skin.

But in this ignorant continent of Rodri, the weight of the word "faith" far exceeded Ian's imagination.

To put it bluntly, the Dawn Cult is constantly converting batches of death warriors.

Of course, Ian wouldn't see them that way. The power of the Holy See is top-down, resting on the cornerstone of individual believers.

Finally, these cornerstones piled up day by day, lifting the Holy See and Ian high.

Ian did not establish the Holy See for the ideal of universal peace and harmony, but for many selfish reasons.

After all, in the thousands of years of civilization in my hometown in my previous life, there has only been one selfless saint.

Ian couldn't do this, but he didn't mind trying to make his believers live a better life and establish a rule for the continent of Rodri that was free of demons and as fair as possible.

In this battle, Ian and the followers of the Dawn Cult personally saw them off and cheered them on.

At the city gate, Ian placed his scepter on Markov's shoulder, who was kneeling on one knee, and said calmly:
"Markov, I ask you to make sure all the Dawn Knights and Night Watchmen return safely. Can you do that?"

Markov nodded heavily.

"If anyone dies under the protection of Dawn, please, Your Holiness, dismiss me from my position!"

"very good……"

Ian smiled with relief, raised his scepter, and said loudly:
"out……"

Before he could finish the next word, a violent explosion was heard outside the city.

If the starting point had not been completely replaced with MC materials, the earth dragon would probably have turned over and collapsed many buildings.

Ian frowned slightly and turned to look at the sky outside the city.

The sky was clear just now, but at this moment, it was stained black by the dark purple halo coming from the earth.

A violent aura came from outside the city.

"This breath..."

Uriel was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

"Damn the demons, how audacious! How dare you attack the great starting point!"

Ian's expression returned to calm, and he led everyone up the city wall.

Standing on the twenty-meter-high city wall and looking out.

In an area about three kilometers outside the starting point, the earth was torn apart, revealing a deep purple-black space crack.

"abyss!"

A cold look flashed across Ian's eyes.

He glanced behind him and saw that the believers of Dawn were only slightly surprised, and then whispered to each other nonchalantly, as if they didn't take the abyss seriously at all.

There was a lot of laughter in the conversation.

They really have nothing to fear from the abyss.

At that time, when the Knights of Dawn had not yet completed their army, their Pope took a dozen people and defeated tens of thousands of demons.

The head of the Mind Flayer commander is still hanging on the cross outside the city.

Now, the Dawn Knights have completed their army assembly, and the Winged Army has also finished changing their equipment.

In the starting place, there are more than 4,000 Dawn Knights heavy cavalry, 1,000 Winged Warriors, and countless Dawn Guardians.

The demons appeared here?

Isn't that sending the devil here?

In fact, the believers' performance was quite average. Just look at the Knights of Dawn and the Night's Watch led by Uriel.

They excitedly gripped their weapons tightly and looked at Ian eagerly, waiting for Ian to give the order to start fighting.

Before heading off to fight the great battle of the Principality of Birka, it would be perfect to have some appetizers.

Ian nodded slightly. This is a good mentality.

It was worth it that he invested so many resources to arm them. If they had really retreated like the demons and other human soldiers, Ian would have fired all of them on the spot.

"Please let me through! I have something urgent to say to His Holiness the Pope!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the rear of the army. Lyall looked back and saw that it was the elves who were fighting with the Dawn Heavy Cavalry.

After glancing at Ian and seeing that he didn't express his opinion, Layar waved his hand, signaling the Dawn Heavy Cavalry to release the man.

Fishley ran over quickly, not even bothering to thank Leal, and said hurriedly:

"Your Holiness, this is a small abyss. It looks like there must be a demon army within it."

"While this small abyss is still brewing, quickly send people to defeat the core of the abyss, otherwise it will be too late!"

Fishley's words were sincere, but Ian did not listen to her and immediately sent people to defeat Abyss.

I just pondered what Fishley said and said thoughtfully:

"A small abyss? How do you know for sure there's a demon army there? Based on current experience, not every abyss has an army, right?"

"I……"

Fishley was stuck, avoiding Ian's gaze.

She has a special talent for detection and can see through people's hearts, but now she feels that Ian is better at reading people's hearts than her.

"Lady Fishley is the most gifted druid mage of our clan. She has reached the pinnacle of exploration. She can see it."

Khalifa spoke up to help Fishley out.

"I see……"

Ian smiled and looked away.

He didn't believe a word the elf said.

The clear definition of the small abyss and the existence of demons inside the abyss.

If this information was not passed on to her by the elves, then Ian should not be the Pope.

It seems that, just as he thought, the elves do know a lot of secret information about the abyss and the demons.

However, I don't know what purpose the elves have in hiding this. If we go by the elves' unwavering resolve to resist demons...

It is likely that the news is not very optimistic and they are afraid of undermining the confidence of the Hundred Races Alliance, so they concealed it?
In any case, Ian is now looking forward to having a detailed chat with the elves, but he must not let them see that the initiative must be in his hands.

"Your Majesty the Pope..."

Lyal leaned over and whispered in Ian's ear.

"These elves are very powerful..."

Ian glanced at Layal, who understood and added:

"He's much stronger than me. I'm afraid I'll need an ender pearl and a large sword, as well as alchemy potions and the like, to fight him."

Can you fight, but not sure you can win?

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the elves had a much richer foundation than he had imagined. This race, beloved by heaven and earth, was truly an exaggeration.

Fishley naturally didn't know what Ian was thinking. She didn't dare to use the technique of investigation to check Ian. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to find out anything.

I just watched the entrance to the abyss expand like a whirlpool, swallowing up something unspeakable.

Fishley grew increasingly anxious.

It has been brewing for so long, I am afraid that it is not just a simple undead army, but a main force under the command of the Seven Sins Demon Lord.

"Your Holiness! I can't wait any longer!"

Fishley pleaded bitterly:

"Once this abyss is formed, it will be incomparable to other abysses! By then, even if you can resist it, I'm afraid you will suffer great losses."

"We must defeat the core of the abyss in time to prevent it from absorbing the essence. If you are worried, you can let us, the elves, destroy it!"

Ian turned around and asked curiously:
"origin?"

Fishley fell silent.

Ian smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He already knew enough at this moment.

This abyss suddenly appeared outside the city of the starting point, storing a large number of demonic troops...

Ian didn't think it was a coincidence at all.

If nothing unexpected happens, the people inside are probably all mind flayers, right?
Almost as soon as this thought came to mind, the abyss stopped swallowing.

Immediately afterwards, as if spitting, a large number of undead warriors were sent out of the abyss.

What follows...

It was rows and rows of Mind Flayer Warriors and Mind Flayer Magicians.

They are densely packed, with the number reaching four or five thousand.

Including the Undead Legion, there are probably 30,000 to 40,000 of them.

"It's over! It's the Realm of Pride... so many..."

Fishley's face was pale and she pressed tightly against the edge of the city wall.

The strong evil aura of the demons gathered in the air, completely obscuring the clear sky.

But facing such a fierce battle situation and an army of 30,000 to 40,000 well-prepared demons, Ian just chuckled and muttered to himself.

"I don't even want to act anymore..."

Layal also understood and whispered:

"Your Holiness, this is directed at us."

"Of course, I can see that... I can even guess who did this, do you believe it?"

Ian teased, then his eyes turned cold.

"I just don't know... Is this a test, or is he looking down on us?"

Layal remembered what Ian had said before, about the black-winged existence he saw when destroying the abyss.

He carefully observed the advancing demons and whispered:

"Your Holiness, it's not very strong. The Knights of Dawn are attacking, and the Night Watchers are launching air raids. We don't even need to hold the city. A single charge can take it."

"Markov and I can use decapitation tactics to capture all these demons in one fell swoop."

Ian raised his hand to stop Leal.

"No need."

After that, Ian slowly walked forward to the city wall and said quietly:
"Doesn't he want to see it? I'll let him see if the Dawn Cult is something he can control."

"I just hope his jaw doesn't drop."

Layal was stunned for a moment and looked at Ian in surprise and suspicion.

"You want……"

Ian didn't answer, but turned around and faced the Dawn Cult's army ready to attack.

"See? Children, the dawn is always watching over you and loving you."

These words stunned not only the elves but even Uriel and the others.

He looked at Ian in confusion, then at the demons marching below.

Ian pointed casually and said with a smile:

"Knowing that our Dawn Cult is about to go on an expedition, Dawn has specially sent this great gift from the demon clan to cheer us on."

"With the blessing of Dawn, this campaign to capture the Principality of Birka will be a sure success!"

After hearing this, the army finally understood what Ian meant.

He couldn't help but be infected by Ian's confidence, raised his weapon high, and roared angrily.

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

Ian raised his hand, and the place instantly became quiet.

"The Dawn has sensed your will, but your power must be reserved for those who taint our unity."

"I will personally demonstrate the power of the Dawn to these insignificant demons."

The next moment, Ian took a step forward and fell towards the city wall.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Matthew and the others were horrified and quickly ran towards the edge of the city wall, but before they got close, a burst of wind accompanied by a roar that shook the world swirled up from under the city wall.

A huge black and purple monster rose from the ground and circled in the sky. The roar from its flapping wings tore through the dark clouds in the sky.

"A dragon...it's a dragon!"

Henderson was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Even Matthew and others were shocked, let alone these elves.

Fishley looked up at the sky with a confused look on her face.

The dark and overbearing head of the dragon was as big as a small city.

There was a golden and white light spot, and Fishley was lost in thought as she stared at it.

Ian stood on top of the Ender Dragon holding a golden scepter. The strong wind in the air made his papal robe rustle.

"Look at me, soldiers!"

Ian's voice spread throughout the starting place.

"I will practice for you with the blood of the demons!"

(End of this chapter)