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

Chapter 98 98. Fight the Nobles and Divide the Land

Ginkgo City is a large city west of Treecrown City. In the eastern region of the Principality of Birka, Ginkgo City is considered the largest city.

In the words of Ian's hometown, this is the provincial capital.

Of course, compared to the prosperous western and central regions of the Human Kingdom Alliance, Ginkgo City is still very small...

Ginkgo City is home to more than 500,000 residents of the Principality of Birka, and the position of city lord is held by a marquis under the command of a great prince.

There are more than a dozen nobles of all sizes in the city, but none of them are important.

Markoff didn't even need to know the names of Cleveland and the Lehman family like he did when he first came to Canopy City.

Because this city has basically been in the hands of the Dawn Divine Church since the Dawn Divine Church clergy moved in to preach a few days ago.

He took the wet towel handed to him by the Dawn Knight and simply wiped the blood off his face.

After the fierce battle just now, their armor and weapons were not stained with blood at all, and were very clean.

It saves me from having to do laundry.

"How many Dawn believers are there in Ginkgo City?"

Markov asked casually. Uriel took out the list, glanced at it briefly, and chuckled:
"There are 70,000 registered shallow believers, but the actual number of believers in the Great Dawn should be over 100,000."

"Ginkgo City is closer to Treetop City, so our clergy can use their missionary methods more conveniently."

Markov nodded with satisfaction and said:
"The clergy are in the city, right?"

"Yes."

Uriel pointed to a line on the list.

"There are thirteen monks, the most outstanding of whom is a monk named Han Meng, one of the outstanding graduates of the first class of the monastery."

Markov nodded.

"I will summon Bishop Matthew to investigate Han Meng. If he is loyal enough and capable enough, he may be promoted to a priest of the White Pillar."

"As for now..."

Markov raised his hand and said loudly:

"Raise the flag!"

"From now on, the holy war officially begins! Everyone must remember the slogan of the holy war!"

"Down with the nobles and return the land to the people!"

After saying this, Markov looked at Uriel.

"Prepare to attack the city."

"Send a message to the clergy, and spread the name of the Dawn's Holy War to the ears of all the people of Ginkgo City."

"Within ten minutes, I will have Ginkgo City embraced by the great Lord!"

……

Birka Capital.

The king's palace.

Old Birka, with his face full of wrinkles and white hair and beard, sat by the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window through the thick curtains that were slightly gapped.

But his eyes were full of disgust.

He was once full of vigor and vitality, and he led the troops to fight effectively in the Third Anti-Demon War. The Human Kingdom Alliance gave him the land of the Principality of Birka.

At that time, old Birka was in his prime. He was proud and arrogant, so he gladly took over this territory closest to the natural barrier and established the Principality of Birka.

Relying on the support of the Human Kingdom Alliance, it soon owned thirty-five cities and became one of the most famous principalities in the eastern part of the Hundred Races Alliance Continent.

The strength of the principality is considered to be among the best in the eastern region. With a sufficiently outstanding heir, the principality is also rising.

Old Birka clearly remembered that when he woke up every day, he saw the vibrant vitality of all things.

Later, after working hard for more than ten years, he was also known as a wise ruler.

At that time he proudly compared himself to the sun.

But more than a hundred years have passed since that time.

He is no longer young, Blencasa Birka, one hundred and fifty-four years old.

Reaching out his hand through the gap in the curtains, the sunlight shone on the back of his hand, which was covered with blue-black scales.

A burning sensation accompanied by a pungent fishy smell drifted into his nostrils.

After a while, a dark red scar was burned on the back of the hand.

Old Birka withdrew his hand from the sunlight with an expressionless face and hid behind the shadows again.

Old Birka clearly remembered that an old elder of the human race once held his hand and said something meaningful.

“Time and power are the two sharpest knives in the world.”

Unfortunately, old Birka took the two stab wounds seriously.

He doesn't want to die, nor does he want to lose power.

Therefore, since he cannot touch the sunlight again, he hopes that there will be no sun in the entire Rodri continent.

As long as everyone is like him, what he does is not a betrayal, but a pioneer of the times.

The demons couldn't be trusted, but he didn't have much choice.

“The sun will eventually turn black, and then you can stand in the sunlight again and enjoy the cheers of success.”

The hoarse sound, accompanied by the pungent smell of sulfur, instantly filled the dim bedroom.

Old Birka's face was calm until a ferocious claw covered with rough scales pressed on his shoulder.

"And before that..."

"Just like everything you did when you first owned this land, you need to make outstanding contributions..."

The claws pressed on old Birka's shoulders and forced him to turn right side up.

The three scarlet vertical pupils under the black robe's hood were filled with cruelty.

"Blenkasa Birka, I don't see enough contribution from you."

"Contribution? I think compared to you who fled in panic when you were being hunted, my contribution is enough to allow me to have a longer life and more territory in the new world than I have now."

Old Birka gazed calmly at the three vertical pupils.

"The Kingdom of Pris, the Czech Principality, the Winged Clan, the Phobos Family, the Magician McDerland..."

"I remember that you don't belong to the realm of greed. Could it be that all demons are so greedy?"

As soon as the words fell, a roar followed.

"What about the Dawn Cult?"

The black-robed man instantly moved close to Old Bilka. At such close proximity, Old Bilka's nostrils were instantly filled with the stench of decay. However, even with the man almost touching his face, he still couldn't see the black-robed man's face clearly.

There were only three vertical pupils flickering increasingly in the darkness, as if this person had no face at all.

The black-robed man roared in a low voice with great anger and brutality.

"Old man! Are you playing tricks on me?"

The next moment, surging fighting spirit burst out of his body, pushing the black-robed man back a few steps, and then dark magic power began to surge from the other party's body.

The two men confronted each other.

"Can the Dawn Cult's test yield results on the same day?"

Old Birka suddenly stood up and said angrily:

"When the Phobos family was annihilated, was it a decision made that day, and did he die that same day?"

The man in black robe stared at Old Birka with a cold gaze.

"The Dawn Cult originated from the Phobos family and is rooted in Blackwater City in your Birka Principality. You cannot escape this responsibility!"

Old Birka stared deeply at the man in black robe. It seemed that this guy came here to vent his anger.

His words revealed a sense of impotence and rage.

Old Birka's mind raced, and after a moment, he put away his fighting spirit and sat down again.

"Did you guys go and test the Dawn Cult on your own?"

"This has nothing to do with you! Blencasa Birka, do what you have to do!"

The black-robed man's tone became even more sinister.

But old Birka laughed and said sarcastically:

"You went and tried it yourself, suffered a great loss, and since you can't afford to offend them, you come and torment me? Is this what you call a powerful demon?"

The black-robed man's pupils were filled with murderous intent. After a moment, he suddenly changed his tone and said seductively:
"So... you're mocking the adults' plans?"

Old Birka fell silent, glanced at the man in black robe, and said with suppressed anger:
"I never had such thoughts, but I suspect that you spread false information to the adults, causing them to make such a decision."

"This is completely alarming the enemy! What if the remnants of the Phobos family suspect that our Principality of Birka is colluding with you?"

The man in black robe sat down opposite old Birka and stared at him.

"So, my Lord wants you to strike first!"

Old Birka's heart moved, and he waited quietly for the next words from the man in black robe.

"My Lord has asked you, in the name of the King of the Principality of Birka, to condemn the Dragon Clan for interfering in the internal affairs of the human race at the Hundred Clan Alliance Conference."

Old Birka was still expecting the man in black robe to tell him some detailed plan, but when he heard what he said, he was shocked.

"You are crazy!"

Old Birka was shocked and angry.

"Denounce the Dragon Clan? Those arrogant fellows will tear us apart alive!"

"That's something you have to consider for yourself."

The black-robed man snorted and said faintly:
"This is the Lord's order. You can try to disobey it."

Old Birka froze, and after a while, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

His brain worked rapidly, and after a long time he frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Are you saying that the power behind the Dawn Cult is the Dragon Clan?"

"do not know!"

The black-robed man's tone became stiff and cold, with anger revealed between the lines.

"Do what you must do! My Lord only asks that you do your utmost to muddy the waters and drag both the elves and dragons into the water!"

Old Birka paced back and forth in a restless manner.

"You say that so easily, but are the dragons easy to provoke? Are they reasonable beings? If I really do this, I will face the endless pursuit of the dragons!"

"My Lord has promised."

The man in black robe suddenly spoke.

"As long as you can drag the dragon tribe into this muddy water, or even get the dragon tribe to send people here."

"My Lord will allow you to completely transform ahead of time, granting you a longer life, and bring you into the Realm of Pride to become a noble of the Demon Clan."

"How big your territory is depends on how much you can contribute, Blencasa Birka. I think this is what you are best at."

Old Birka paused, his face changing from gloomy to bright, and the man in black robe added lightly.

"You choose whether to live a longer life as a noble in the Land of Pride, or be executed by the Cult of Dawn.

"Don't be optimistic. There's no possibility of coexistence between you and them."

Old Birka closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"You must swear an oath that after this is over, you will take me to the Realm of Pride!"

"of course."

The man in black robe smiled sinisterly and stretched out his claws towards old Birka.

"You can rest assured about the credibility of our demon clan!"

After struggling for a long time, old Birka finally shook hands with the man in black robe, just like when he was dying.

Looking at the determined old Birka, the man in black robe laughed in his heart.

Keeping promises with the demons is the funniest joke in the Seven Sins Realm over the years.

……

After a long time, the man in black robe disappeared without a trace, and the smell of sulfur gradually dissipated.

Old Birka sighed deeply, and suddenly, a short figure emerged from the shadow corner like flowing water.

"Your Majesty, my senior brother has urgent news!"

"A heavy defeat at the front. The Third Prince's army of 300,000 men was overwhelmed by the Dawn Cult's 2,000 heavy cavalry. Ginkgo City has been lost, and all the heavy cavalry and royal guards of the capital were killed in the battle."

"The third prince is on his way back to the capital!"

Old Birka was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

After a long time, a furious and devastated roar sounded in the bedroom.

"Damn you rebellious son!"

"Damn the Dawn Cult!!!"

(End of this chapter)