The First Tyrant of Daxia

The battle between the two sides ended just like that.

Perfor returned to the city with the remaining Glorious Warriors.

This time, under the attack of Qin Yun's red cannon, the Glory Warriors lost nearly a thousand people.

Due to the rarity of the Glorious Warrior, Pelfor not only did not feel comfortable in this battle, but was extremely angry.

As soon as he returned to the palace, Perfu saw a figure, which scared him so much that he quickly saluted.

"Meet Master Haza."

In the Church of Glory, even the red-robed bishops have ranks, and the hierarchy is even stricter than that of the middle and lower-level believers.

An eight-winged red-robed bishop like Perfor has the lowest status among the red-robed bishops.

As the nine-winged red-robed bishop, Haza is naturally Pelfor's superior.

These ten thousand glorious warriors were brought here by Haza.

The two of them developed followers of the Cult of Glory in the kingdoms surrounding the Ptolemaic Dynasty, and because they were close to each other, their relationship was quite good.

But at this moment, Haza looked at Perfo with a look of disappointment.

When Perfu saw this, he was even more afraid to speak, and looked submissive with his brows lowered.

Haza pointed at Perfu and cursed: "Perfu, you are such a useless idiot. There are 10,000 glorious warriors under your command, but you are scared by a few cannons!"

"what?"

Perfu felt a little aggrieved after being scolded, "Qin Yun's red cannon is extremely powerful. I only have 10,000 Glory Warriors. How can I possibly rush through?"

"So you're an idiot!"

Haza stared at Perfu helplessly, "Qin Yun has come from afar, and you are the local boss near this royal city. Why don't you deploy in advance to spy on the enemy? If you knew where Qin Yun deployed the red cannon, you could avoid their attack range."

"The Red Cannon is too heavy. You can even attack them when they are deploying the Red Cannon. If you can take the opportunity to destroy their Red Cannon, wouldn't today's battle be a sure win?!"

"what?!"

Perfor was even more stunned.

Is it possible to fight a war this way?

Haza looked at his dazed look and became even more furious: “Even if you and Qin Yun’s army attack head-on, relying on the mobility of the Glory Warriors and the power of the Holy Light weapons, you can also rush into the close range of the Red Cannon at some cost!”

"Once we get there, Qin Yun will definitely be afraid that the Red Cannon might accidentally injure his own people, so he will choose to fight you or retreat. He won't be forced to retreat like he was today!"

This time, Perfu was really convinced.

He was not good at marching and fighting, and when he heard Haza's words, he felt like a primary school student listening to a college student lecture on advanced mathematics. He was confused, but inexplicably felt that he was very powerful.

Haza shook his head helplessly.

This can't really be blamed on Perfu.

In the Church of Glory, promotion and demotion all have their own rules and regulations. There are very few red-robed bishops who are selected based on military ability. This aspect is entirely determined by personal cultivation.

Before becoming the Red Cardinal, Perfor was just a small gangster, so although his methods were ruthless, they lacked a lot of wisdom.

Compared with someone like Qin Yun who has both powerful military force and strong command ability, he is indeed dwarfed, or it can be said that he is not even worth mentioning.

It was not surprising that he was defeated by Qin Yun.

Perfu was so scolded by Haza that he didn't dare to look up.

The problem is, although he was very upset, he really couldn't find any words to refute...

A sinister look appeared on Perfu's face: "Qin Yun is camping outside the city. I will lead the Glory Warriors to attack him right now!"

"Want to die?"

Haza was even more helpless. "Qin Yun knew how powerful the Glory Warriors were. How could he not be on guard?"

"Although today's cannon is powerful, it is not as powerful as before. It's not that the Red Cannon is less powerful, but the Glorious Warriors are stronger and can withstand more severe damage."

"So Qin Yun must have made sufficient preparations in this regard! If you attack him now, you are seeking death!"

The power of the Holy Light weapon is extremely great. Just holding a big sword is enough to make people dizzy with heat. If they have not received special training, ordinary people cannot even get close to it, let alone hold it.

Therefore, the bodies of these glorious warriors are very resistant to blows and burns.

Hearing what Haza said, Perfu became even more irritated.

However, this was not the time that made Perfor the most annoyed. What Haza said next made Perfor the most angry.

Haza patted Perfu's shoulder and said, "I will leave here tonight. I will leave this place to you."

"What's wrong?" Perfu was about to explode.

After Haza's analysis, Perfu felt that Qin Yun was more and more difficult to defeat. If he was left here alone, he would probably have a hard time holding on.

In particular, these Glorious Warriors came with Haza. If Haza leaves, he will probably take these Glorious Warriors with him.

Without the Glorious Warrior, what could he use to resist Qin Yun’s red cannon?

Haza saw what Perfu was thinking and said, "Everything is arranged by the Pope. We just need to follow his orders."

"Yes, I will absolutely obey the arrangements of His Holiness the Pope."

When Perfu heard Haza's words, an expression of admiration suddenly appeared on his face.

As the supreme ruler of the Church of Glory, the Pope of Rome is obeyed unconditionally by all the believers.

Even if the Pope wanted his anus, he would probably give it to him unconditionally. Of course, the Pope would not be so boring.

"Then, do the Glorious Warriors also have to..."

Perfu looked at Haza, hesitant to speak.

Haza nodded and said, "No one can resist the orders of His Holiness the Pope."

Perfu had a sad face, without any dignity of a red-robed bishop: "What shall I do without the Glorious Knights?"

"Haven't we already transferred all the Roman soldiers stationed in the other small countries to you?" Haza said, "Together with the troops from the Kingdom of Laches, it will be enough for you to defend."

Perfu felt sad. What was there to defend? The number of people was even less than Qin Yun's. How could he fight?

Moreover, they can mobilize troops from Persia and the Ptolemaic Empire at any time.

On the other hand, judging from the Pope's intention, it seems that he does not intend to continue developing here and will simply abandon it.

The reason why Perfu stayed behind was just to be an unlucky guy who held Qin Yun back.

Once the city is breached, we will surely die!

Haza put his arm around Perfu's neck with a serious face and said, "Are you backing off?"

Perfu shook his head: "It is my honor to dedicate myself to the Church of Glory and to His Holiness the Pope!"

"But you are crying." Haza's eyes became more and more unfriendly.

"I'm crying with joy..." Perfu's smile was uglier than crying.

He was thinking, if he had defeated Qin Yun in one fell swoop just now, would Haza not have made this decision?

Haza suddenly smiled and consoled him: "If you can hold on for a month, I promise to bring a large army to take you away!"