The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Lind: "So, does that mean Savoy has already fallen?"

"Yes, I beg your mercy. Just give me a squad of soldiers and a squad of your knights to help me restore my homeland!"

"From now on, Savoy will regard you as its overlord and follow your lead."

The little princess in front of me looked disheveled, her eyes red-rimmed.

According to her, the armies of the demons and the Avars carried out a bloody massacre in Savoy, sparing not even children, and all the people, whether they surrendered or not, were brutally murdered.

No wonder this little princess looks a bit crazy.

Rosalind, standing to the side, looked at the little princess of Savoy with mixed feelings. If Castile fell, would it be much better than Savoy?

Looking at Princess Savoy, who was only a little older than herself, Rosalyn seemed to see her own future reflected in her.

This is not the first royal family from a small kingdom to flee to Cape. Now, with the spread of war, the entire continent is in chaos. In particular, the Avars and the demons are like troublemakers, using their advanced weapons to conquer everywhere and divide those areas into the territory of the Anjou-Avar alliance.

Linde rested his head on his hand, thinking that his place was almost like a kindergarten, full of little brats who had escaped from all over the place, and they were asking for a whole squad of Lars Knights.

"Even if I give you my knight and you do indeed reclaim Savoy, can you hold it?"

Faced with this question, the little princess of Savoy paused for a moment, then said, "There will always be a way."

Looking at this unreasonable brat, Lind patiently said, "I understand how you feel, but we have more important things to do right now. We are also facing threats from Anjou and the demons, as well as those Avars and even dragons."

“I deeply sympathize with your situation, so Your Highness, I will provide you with the most basic living assistance. You can first go to our country’s schools to learn knowledge, and after you have completed your studies, you can go and reclaim your homeland.”

"Remember, knowledge is power."

Princess Savoy and Rosalind were both murmuring Lind's words: "Knowledge is power."

After finishing these matters, Linde leaned back in his chair, looking somewhat tired. However, seeing the worried look on Lena's face beside him, Linde perked up and said, "Don't worry, that princess will be alright. I will try my best to help her. But Savoy is too close to Anjou, and it's difficult to pull back now."

"Do not."

Lena came to Lind's side and hugged him from behind.

"Linde, you're too tired. You should get some rest."

Perhaps it was because she had seen too many similar things lately, but although Lena was still easily moved to tears by the stories those people told, she was now comforting Lind.

"No, everyone is counting on me."

The elimination of two-thirds of the central nobility was far more difficult than it appeared to outsiders, which is why Linde was determined to use the most capable people to the fullest. Even so, the workload left for Linde was not to be underestimated.

Although Linde was nominally the interim prime minister, he was actually the leader of the country. Since Linde did not have the prime minister's help, in the eyes of others, Linde was almost an iron man who did not need rest, an absolute workaholic.

"Then let everyone wait."

Lena easily empathized with those who had lost their country, but she also understood how exhausted her husband was.

However, Lin De was even more worried at this moment. After all, who would have thought that the once dashing Lena would now spend every day in the laboratory, surrounded by formulas and numbers? Although Lena herself seemed quite happy, Lin De knew that Lena's work was not much easier than his own.

Especially regarding the recent development of medium- and long-range weapons, although magic can work wonders and create something similar to a missile, according to Deborah's report, such a missile that uses magic as propulsion is definitely not feasible to destroy the core of the black mist located high in the sky.

The difficulty of creating a missile capable of accurately attacking aerial targets in a magical world without any foundation is self-evident. Linde even considered abandoning the project and finding another way.

Seemingly noticing Lind's gaze, Lena suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed excitedly:

"Let's not talk about that anymore."

"I asked the kitchen to prepare roast duck tonight, let's go eat roast duck together!"

......

At this moment, deep within the new mental network built by Cassius, these members of the Church of Ares had become increasingly adept at controlling this network, even more so than Cassius himself.

"Are there enough offerings?"

"That's about enough. The amount of human fear is sufficient. Thanks to the Avars and the demons, we were able to create an even greater amount of fear and despair than we anticipated."

"Indeed, it must be said that the demon race is indeed talented in this area."

“But recently His Majesty has noticed something. I can clearly feel that His Majesty is separating our believers from ordinary soldiers, and even when facing those knights of Lars who are incapable of feeling human emotions, he will send our believers first.”

At this moment, a shadow added to the topic: "It's strange, but after undergoing this surgery that connects us to the divine kingdom, we can clearly feel the emotions of other people, but when facing those Lars Knights, we can't detect the slightest emotional or even mental fluctuation."

"It doesn't matter anymore. The boundary between the divine realm and reality is getting thinner and thinner. Our god will become the first deity to descend upon the boundary of reality. At that time, the entire continent will have only one faith!"

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

The fighting on the border was still fierce. Although the knights of Lars came to support, their numbers were not large, and the followers of the God of War charged like madmen, forcefully pushing back the Cape Southern Border troops who were poised to counterattack.

However, on the battlefield, those war god followers who had been separately divided and charging ahead as before suddenly seemed to be controlled by a will, and collectively stopped, their movements perfectly synchronized.

These followers of the God of War stepped over blood and corpses, came to the center of the battlefield, cut their wrists, and began to chant something madly.

The soldiers on Anjou's side were startled by their comrade's sudden outburst and stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Was this some kind of battle plan originally intended by the Church of War?

But Judith's side reacted quickly, and the artillery fire was soon aimed at these followers of the God of War. However, these followers of the God of War seemed to be completely unaffected by the artillery fire. Even though their bodies had been blown to pieces, their high-pitched and frenzied voices, like the roars of thousands of hungry beasts, still echoed in the battlefield.

The battlefield, thick with the stench of blood and sulfur, resembled a grand ritual site. Suddenly, darkness descended; though it was daytime, dark clouds rolled in like a tide, obscuring the sun. The soldiers on the battlefield stared in astonishment, their steps instinctively retreating, even their breath choked by fear.

Amidst the storm, Myron, positioned at the forefront of the battlefield, clearly saw the situation in the center of the battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, space resembled a torn block of ice, revealing countless cracks. From the largest crack, six arms extended out, attempting to use their strength to pry open the cracks.

"Lord! The Lord has descended!"

The remaining followers of the God of War wore expressions of ecstasy, but Myron's face showed a rare look of terror.

That really does resemble the God of War, just as recorded in the scriptures of the God of War Church. The God of War has six arms, each holding a different weapon.

However, the monster that "escaped" from the crack was covered in black silt all over its body.

Its enormous body stepped onto the earth.