As a sinister, cunning and evil-minded person, Jarlaxle's favorite thing to do is to tease his prey before killing it.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, approaching with a light yet dangerous step, waving a rapier that emitted a dark red glow in one hand, and fiddling with a light sword of similar color in the other.

Several bodyguards of low professional level obviously could not sit idly by and watch their leader being killed, and could not bear the suffocating mental pressure, so they rushed forward with roars.

The next second...

Jarlaxle's arms moved at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, demonstrating his terrifying attainments in martial arts.

The bodyguard who was rushing in the front had just entered the attack range when the sharp sword directly cut across his neck. The blade encountered almost no obstruction and went directly through the gap in the middle of the cervical vertebrae.

It was not until the victim's head and neck were completely separated and a column of blood more than one meter high spurted out from the aorta that he staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

The second bodyguard was not much better off. He was forced to spin close to the ground using the force generated by the swing of his rapier to avoid the attack, and then another rapier was stabbed into the brain close to the jaw.

In just less than 0.5 seconds, he killed two people effortlessly, without even getting a single drop of blood on his hands in the process.

As for the third and fourth endings, they are almost the same. In close combat, you can't even touch the edge of your opponent's clothes. You'll be killed in the blink of an eye. And without exception, they will be killed in one shot by hitting the vital points.

If Drizzt's fighting style is speed and continuity, using continuous attacks to overwhelm the enemy and eventually be torn into pieces by the sharp double swords, then Jarlaxle's fighting style is elegant and deadly. Each blow is aimed at the fatal vital parts, and then the attack and defense transitions are integrated through footwork and agile movements.

Except for himself, no one knew whether those fancy and nimble steps were for attack or evasion. He almost never parried or blocked, but relied entirely on dodging to resist all attacks. Whether forward or backward, he could jump at least one and a half meters away in an instant.

In addition, this guy never wears any armor, not even the very light dark elf chain mail. All his movements seem to have a beauty that cannot be described in words, as if he is not fighting at all, but performing a gorgeous stage play.

After dealing with all the bodyguards, Jarlaxle gently shook off the blood on the blade, and then said in a cat-and-mouse tone: "Tell me, how do you want to end your life? I am a very kind person, and I will definitely fulfill your last wish before you die."

"You...don't come over here! If you kill me! His Majesty King Shane VII and Lord Soth will not let you go!" Apke retreated in panic.

At this moment, he had realized that the dark elf in front of him was definitely more powerful and more dangerous than Entreri, the ace killer of Calim Port.

"Soth?!"

The moment he heard the name, Jarlaxle's expression changed instantly. He narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively, "Is this Soth you just mentioned the chosen one of the Goddess of Poison and Disease and the Goddess of Magic?"

"That's right! Lord Soth is a powerful spellcaster!" Apke nodded his head like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and threatened sternly. "If I die, no matter where you escape, he will find you and kill you one by one. But if you let me go, I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

moment!

Jarlaxle fell silent, his eyes rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

However, Entreri, who was always ruthless and taciturn, walked out of the tavern full of corpses, frowned and asked: "What are you doing?"

Why not kill this guy, get the bounty and leave quickly?

You know, Port Calin is not peaceful right now.

Especially the one who killed the legendary dragon king Ivyklathasagran, Shane VII, is definitely not someone we can confront head-on.

The magical power he possesses is many times greater than that of the chief wizard of Menzoberranzan, Gonfu."

"Remember the guy who called himself Soth that I met in Menzoberranzan last time?" Jarlaxle suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Of course I remember. He caused you to suffer a great loss, and also caused you to lose a newly recruited mage." Entreri answered without hesitation.

The killer was so impressed because the two had known each other for such a long time, but this was the first time he saw this sinister and cunning mercenary leader being so afraid and wary of someone that he didn't even have the thought of revenge after suffering such a big loss.

Jarlaxle undoubtedly noticed Entreri's inquiring eyes, and immediately explained with a gloomy face: "Through some special channels, I learned that Soth is not actually a dark elf, but a surface human.

He has many identities.

The most notable of them is that he is the common chosen one of the two goddesses, and he successfully killed Manshoon, the leader of the Zhentarim, in the war to conquer Luskan.

In other words, this is a monster that is no less dangerous than Shane VII.

I'm not sure if it's worth offending two enemies we can't afford to offend just for a reward of 200,000 gold coins.

After all, Soth is not Shane VII, whose focus for a long time in the future will be on conquering Calimshan and Tethyr.

Not only does he have a wide range of activities, he also has a huge influence on the entire west coast of Faerun."

Entreri lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly asked expressionlessly: "Do you think we still have a choice now? Or do you believe in the promises made by the leader of a thieves guild?"

Hearing this, Jarlaxle was stunned for a moment, but soon he couldn't help but sighed with a smile, "Yes! From the moment we started, there was no possibility of retreat. In this case, why not go all out and get these 200,000 gold coins first."

As the last word came out!

The dark elf warrior's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he raised the rapier in his hand, intending to chop off Aipke's head.

But before the sword fell, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Is it disrespectful to plot so loudly? Or do you think I would be killed by a ridiculous mere fireball?"

moment!

Both Entreri and Jarlaxle turned around at an extremely fast speed, trying to use the swords and daggers in their hands to kill the enemy standing behind them.

Unfortunately, light weapons such as daggers, rapiers, and light swords cannot even penetrate the dragon scale shield and dragon scale armor, not to mention slashing, which is a method of attack that is difficult to penetrate armor in the first place.

Without exception, they were bounced away by the huge reaction force.

As for the only powerful magic weapon that could cause effective damage, [Claw of Charon], a strong and powerful hand grabbed both the sword and the wrist, and then twisted it back with force.

Snap!

"ah!!!!!!!!"

With a scream, Entreri's right arm broke at 90 degrees, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

But that's not all! The returning king Davian was not polite at all. He picked up the notorious killer with one hand like a kitten, and wielded the red crystal sword that emitted a terrifyingly high temperature, cutting off the opponent's legs and arms on the spot.

Because the temperature of the sword was so high, the wound did not bleed at all. Instead, it was completely carbonized in an instant, forming a black cross section.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Entreri was killed so easily, Jarlaxle dared not to fight any longer. He immediately used his unique footwork skills, jumped back a distance of one and a half meters in an instant, then turned around and wanted to run away.

Unfortunately, before he could run a few steps, he heard the sound of chanting a spell behind him.

The next second...

A pool of black, sticky, greasy substance appeared out of nowhere under his feet and quickly spread to cover a large area.

As expected, Jarlaxle slipped and fell flat on his face.

Needless to say, this is one of the rare large-scale control spells in the first ring [Grease].

Immediately afterwards, several thick, black, gelatinous tentacles that often appear in anime rose from the ground.

Each one is at least four meters long and as thick as the waist of a healthy adult male!

The black tentacles did not give Jarlaxle any chance to use magic items. They wrapped around him in the blink of an eye and began to twist wildly.

[Aifa Black Tentacle]! A notorious fourth-ring spell magic that is loved by countless wizards and warlocks.

Its greatest feature is that it can ignore magic resistance, firmly binding enemies whose strength attributes are not high enough and making them unable to move, while causing considerable physical crushing damage.

If the patient is not strong enough, there is a high possibility that all the bones in his body will be strangled alive, or his internal organs will be squeezed and ruptured, causing excessive bleeding, and he will eventually die on the spot.

As the saying goes, when "greasy" and "tentacles" go together, even high-level monks will fall.

Since [Grease Technique] will greatly reduce friction and make it difficult for a person to stand steadily, once you are entangled by [Aiva Black Tentacles], there is basically no hope of breaking free.

Looking at Jarlaxle's painful expression at this moment, which looked like he was suffering from constipation, you could tell how huge the squeezing force he was enduring was. Even though all the muscles in his body were tense, his arm still made a crisp sound of broken bones after a few seconds, and the magic weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

There is no other way! This is the price you have to pay for not having enough strength when facing the ravages of the black tentacles.

Unfortunately, although Jarlaxle is an outstanding dark elf warrior, and even has a total professional level of LV18 (Warrior LV12/Duelist LV6), his strength attribute is not high, only 14 points.

Of course, this is not just his problem, but the entire dark elf race's males are generally poor in strength and physique. Drizzt's strength attribute is only thirteen points.

In contrast, women have considerable advantages in this regard.

The most intuitive thing is to put a dark elf male and a dark elf female together. It is easy to tell that the latter is taller than the former, and the muscles in the arms, thighs, back, abdomen and buttocks are more developed.

Some Rose priestesses who have received professional combat training can simply cast a few divine spells and wield a whip or a mace to pin the strongest male warrior in the family to the ground and rub him repeatedly.

This is also the most direct reason why the status of women in dark elf society is much higher than that of men.

It's not that men don't want to seize power, but they really can't win.

Seeing that Jarlaxle had become a prisoner, Davian immediately walked up to him, swung his shield and smashed it down with the serrated edge at the bottom.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "Ah...

Along with a heart-wrenching scream, Jarlaxle's limbs were beaten into pieces with broken bones and torn muscles, and were thrown together with Entreri who had been disabled before.

The two brothers looked at each other in despair, then gave up resistance, closed their eyes and prepared to face the final judgment of fate.

Obviously, because he had followed Zuo Si for a long time, Davian had some understanding of the timing and techniques of casting spells. He knew that when dealing with creatures like dark elves that had high magic resistance, it was best not to target the opponent directly, otherwise the spell would be easily resisted.

On the contrary, indirect magic spells like Bigby's Big Hand series of spells, [Grease], [Spider Web], [Aiva Black Tentacles], [Wall of Force], etc. have better effects.

What's more, his natural spellcasting ability is now equivalent to that of a LV29 warlock, and he will not be affected even if he wears armor.

In other words, the red dragon armor, dragon scale shield and crystal sword on his body are actually equivalent to transforming part of the dragon's body into weapons and equipment when he changes into human form.

Of course, Davian was well aware that his experience and skills in using spells could only be used to bully rookies who had no spellcasting ability or whose spellcasting level was far lower than his own.

When fighting Ivyklathagra, he used no other spells except fire magic to heal himself.

It's not that we don't want to use it, but that we dare not use it.

Once the opponent seizes the flaw, the result is likely to be disastrous.

Instead of showing off his skills, it is better to concentrate on the close combat that he is best at, and entangle the opponent tightly to buy time for the master or Shane VII.

When the dark elf warriors holding crossbows in the corner saw the miserable state of their leader, they immediately revealed their selfish racial nature. Without even a second's hesitation, they dispersed and dived into the surrounding alleys.

Beautiful qualities like loyalty, friendship and bravery will never appear in them.

Not to mention good qualities, for most dark elves, not stabbing someone in the back or poisoning them is already considered quite kind.

What's more, most of them were recruited into the team by Jarlaxle not long ago, and they haven't even established the slightest sense of belonging.

Davian showed no mercy to the dark elves who tried to escape. He directly released several fire walls to block their retreat, and then threw fireballs into the alley one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! After a burst of explosions and dazzling flames, these guys who came to the surface world with ill intentions to burn, kill and plunder were all turned into incomplete charred black corpses.

After doing all this, the Flame Dragon Knight turned his gaze to the female half-blooded ogre monk who did not choose to escape, and asked with a slightly curious tone: "Why didn't you run?"

"I can't abandon Jarlaxle! Without him, I can't survive on the surface alone. I might be sold as a slave in a few days." The woman gave a very straightforward answer.

Because both the ogre bloodline and the dark elf bloodline are quite unwelcome in the surface world.

Not to mention the surface world, even the highly receptive dark elf society only maintains minimal tolerance for outliers like her, and she does not enjoy any of the privileges that women should have.

This is also why she chose to leave Menzoberranzan and join Jarlaxle's team.

"Very good! I admire your courage. Now let me see what you can do."

Davian raised the red crystal sword and placed it on the shield, assuming the posture of [Dragon Fencing].

"As you wish!"

The half-blood ogre suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, at a speed that the warrior could never match, and without saying a word, he began a crazy series of attacks.

Because they use their fists as weapons, the monk's attack frequency is much faster than that of a warrior. His fists as big as sandbags fall on the shield like raindrops within just a few seconds, making a series of bang bang bang sounds.

If it were a normal person, he would have been unable to withstand the continuous attacks of this frequency and would have started to retreat. It would not be surprising that he would even drop his shield due to numbness in his wrist.

But Davian was firmly nailed to the spot, without even the slightest movement.

Obviously, this level of power impact was not even an appetizer for him who had just fought with Ivykola Sagran.

The half-blood ogre monk obviously knew that the sturdy man in front of him possessed terrifying strength that even he could not match, so after a series of attacks, he suddenly activated a supernatural ability unique to his profession [Escape Technique], which is a spell ability similar to [Door].

moment!

She came directly from the front and behind Davian, then used [Fighting Spirit Strike] to fill her hands with amazing energy, temporarily turning them into magical weapons with a hardness comparable to that of refined gold, and then she swung a punch that was enough to be fatal.

"drink!"

The fist was accompanied by a visible white shock wave, and it hit the back of the heart at a speed faster than sound.

The next second...

Boom!!! Even Davian couldn't withstand the terrifying power of this blow. His feet left the ground and flew up to a height of ten meters before falling straight to the ground under the action of gravity.

[Penetration Power]! This is the most terrifying, destructive and lethal skill of a monk.

Its most significant feature is that it can ignore all physical and magical resistances. As long as it successfully hits the target, it will be able to destroy the target's fragile internal organs and blood vessels from the inside through vibration.

Unless the creature has extraordinary vitality and physique, it can basically be killed instantly with one punch.

Only monks who have reached level 15 are qualified to learn and use it in actual combat.

However, the disadvantage is that it is ineffective against constructs, slime creatures, plants, undead creatures, and incorporeal creatures.

And because it puts a lot of strain on the body, you need to rest for a week after each use before you can use it again.

As an [Advanced Dragon], Davian is obviously strong enough in both vitality and physical attributes.

He simply spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth and nose, and felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He immediately pursed his lips and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "This is really powerful! It seems that you are qualified to become the master's servant..."

Before he finished speaking!

His body fell rapidly and was about to make close contact with the ground.

But when it was less than half a meter from the ground, the half-blood ogre monk endured the aching muscles all over his body and swung his fist with a flashing magic halo at him again.

Along with the roar, a powerful aura was released from her body, impacting the spiritual world in an unimaginable way.

If the opponent's will is not strong enough, he will be stunned for a few seconds and unable to react, allowing the monk to launch a violent attack on him.

But unfortunately, Davian was not affected at all. After taking the punch, he landed directly and rolled to avoid the opponent's grab. He stood up and struck with a backhand shield.

Bang! With his terrifying power, he knocked the opponent flying ten meters away, knocking down a brick wall.

"Asshole! You hit me so hard!"

Davian slowly got up from the ground, raised his hand and without saying a word, he gave himself a seven-ring [Delayed Explosive Fireball].

After the violent explosion and loud noise, the injuries he had suffered previously were immediately healed.

This action of directly using a huge fireball to hit one's own face stunned not only the half-blood ogre monk, but also Jarlaxle and Entreri who were lying beside him. Apke even kept swallowing his saliva to relieve his nerves that were about to break due to the tension.

For the leader of the Thieves Guild at the Kalin Port Docks, everything that was happening before his eyes was too outrageous and far beyond his comprehension.

"Monster...Monster! You're a fucking monster!"

The half-blood ogre monk's mental defenses finally collapsed, and he began to roar loudly like a madman.

She simply couldn't accept that there was someone in this world who could stand up from the ground as if nothing had happened after taking her [Penetrating Power] and [Shocking Fist].

Add to that the insane act of using the seventh-ring [Delayed Explosive Fireball], a horrific, large-scale, lethal shaping magic, to heal injuries in front of him, and anyone's mentality would inevitably explode.

"Monster? No! This is the power bestowed upon me by the great master. When you become his servants, you will soon understand."

After saying that, Davian didn't care whether the other party could understand what he wanted to say. He walked straight to the half-blood ogre monk and twisted his legs and hands like twisting a twist.

The cruelty of the action and the cold expression made Apke, who was used to all kinds of torture and interrogation processes, shudder.

fortunately!

He still remembered that the muscular man in front of him was the helper assigned by Zuo Si, so he quickly ran over and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir... Sir! What are you going to do with these prisoners?"

"Let your men take them back first. Remember, no accidents are allowed to happen to either the people or their weapons and equipment. After we resolve the Thieves Guild that rebelled in Port Calin, I will hand them over to the master for processing." Davian answered without hesitation.

"Got it! I'll call someone right away."

Apke quickly pulled a whistle out of his jacket pocket, put it in his mouth and blew it hard.

After a while, his chief assassin, Bernis, came over with a group of people.

After figuring out the situation, the latter immediately formulated an attack plan.

About ten minutes later, under the leadership of Davian, a small team composed of the guild's elite set out along the sewers and began to raid the lairs of other thieves guilds one after another.

There were no fancy conspiracies or tricks, nor were there any tricks such as poisoning, infiltrating, and bribing important figures in the opposing camp.

Instead, they broke in physically and killed without mercy until the entire thieves' guild's lair was completely wiped out.

With his unrivaled strength, Davian easily completed perfect assassinations time and time again.

After all, he always used fire magic to seal all entrances and exits, and did not let a single survivor go.

According to a certain industry leader, a third-rate assassination only eliminates the target person of the mission, a second-rate assassin kills everyone who finds him, and only a first-rate assassin has the ability to kill everyone he sees.

Davian's actions were undoubtedly a first-class assassination.

While the purge of the Calimport Thieves Guild was underway, two groups of people were in a tense standoff near the market in the city's most prosperous area.

It goes without saying that one of the parties is definitely a private armed force organized by nobles, wealthy businessmen and slave owners.

Their notable features are that their weapons and equipment are relatively good, and they generally have a certain level of professionalism. They are basically either mercenaries, adventurers, or high-level slaves who have been brainwashed.

In addition, there were a large number of ordinary slaves who were threatened and intimidated and forced to take to the streets to participate in marches.

Out of fear of the powerful magical force of Shane VII, although this group of people had more people, they did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

On the other side were the city defense forces and the royal guards who had just sworn allegiance to King Sean VII.

Since a large number of officers had been purged, they were in a state of panic. Their fighting spirit was generally not very high, and they dared not to make enemies with these bigwigs who were usually high and mighty.

Using a stick to hit a wolf on both ends is the most appropriate way to describe the situation at this moment.

"This bunch of scum who deserve to go to hell! They actually used innocent slaves as shields!"

The Holy Knight Ai Luolin was so angry that his face turned pale and he clenched the weapon in his hand, as if he would rush out on the celestial horse under his crotch in the next second and kill all the culprits who were hiding behind the scenes and instigating all this.

"Calm down! You are a holy knight of Ilmater! Not a mere warrior! You must never do anything that goes against kindness and order! Otherwise, you will inevitably fall into depravity." Agor issued a solemn warning.

Although he also had similar impulses and uncontrollable anger at the moment, his years of rich experience allowed him to remain sober and rational.

"What should we do now? Should we just watch these guys show off their might here and turn the decree abolishing slavery that we fought so hard for into a piece of waste paper?" Another holy knight of the god of justice roared in anger.

Since Ilmater, the god of suffering, Tyr, the god of justice, and Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, formed the "Three Holy Alliance", when major events like this occur, their churches, knight orders, and paladins often gather together for collective action.

At this moment, on the streets of Calim Port, the three churches have gathered sixty priests, one hundred paladins who have rushed over from all directions, a mixed team of more than four hundred warriors and monks, and a small number of mages and warlocks.

It can be said that their strength alone is enough to have a huge impact on the current chaotic situation in Port Calin.

"I feel that we can't wait any longer! This is a blasphemy against justice! No matter what the cost, we must push forward the bill to abolish slavery."

The high priest of the god of loyalty and courage finally made his decision after much hesitation.

Because since the successful restoration of King Shane VII, he is nominally the undisputed legitimate ruler of Calimshan and Tethyr.

Likewise, the laws he issues must be obeyed by all.

This means that the group of people who oppose the abolition of slavery can essentially be regarded as rebels, and extremely evil rebels at that.

Killing and suppressing them does not strictly violate the doctrine and creed of the paladin.

"I agree!"

The chief priest of the Church of Tyr, the god of justice, immediately agreed.

In contrast, the High Priest Ilmater, who was wearing a ragged linen robe, was obviously hesitant. He raised his head and asked the two people in front of him: "If we take action now, what about the slaves who were trapped? They will be injured or even killed in the melee."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any better solution for this. I can only separate the slaves from the mercenaries and thugs behind them as quickly as possible." The high priest of the God of Justice sighed helplessly.

The chief priest of the God of Loyalty and Courage said in a slightly excited tone: "You two, I must remind you that this is a great struggle for freedom, dignity and equality. Just imagine, if we are timid today, then these slaves and their descendants will never have a chance to succeed, and can only be constantly exploited until death. Slavery in Calimshan must be abolished! No matter how much blood is shed in the process, no matter how many people are sacrificed, it is worth it."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the old man, who looked to be in his sixties, raised high the two-handed giant sword in his hand that was shining with white holy light.

Inspired by him, many paladins, priests and warriors could not help but get excited and began to shout slogans to abolish slavery.

As lawful good people, these people have seen too much of the dark side of Calishite society.

In particular, the nobles, wealthy businessmen and slave owners would wantonly humiliate, abuse and kill slaves for fun, which would cause some young people in the church to become furious and lose their minds, ignoring the law like crazy and rushing up to kill the other party.

The result was either they were killed in return or they were arrested and executed afterwards.

Even if they survive by chance, they will quickly lose their faith in justice and slowly degenerate into dark guards or priests of evil gods.

Just when the fanatical atmosphere was about to reach its climax, Xiaode Tarovin, who was appointed as the Prime Minister of the Empire by Shane VII, finally rode over on horseback and handed a document with the emperor's seal to the three high priests without saying a word.

"What is this?" asked the high priest of the God of Suffering in an uncertain tone.

"It is the authorization and appointment given to you by His Majesty." Xiaode Tarovin answered without hesitation.

"Authorization and appointment?"

Driven by curiosity, the high priest of the God of Suffering opened the document in public.

About a minute or two later, the dozen or so people around him who had seen the content couldn't help but gasp.

hiss……

Is Sean VII crazy?

This thought popped up in everyone's mind involuntarily.

The reason is very simple! The entire document talks about one thing, which is to grant the three churches of the God of Justice, the God of Suffering, and the God of Loyalty and Courage the power to enforce the law within the Shane Empire.

In other words, from now on, their punishment of evil and promotion of good is no longer just instructed by God, but also represents the country and the government.

Especially the high priest of the god of justice Tyr, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Because this kind of power is exactly what he dreams of.

It took a full minute for the leaders of the three churches to recover from their shock.

The chief priest of the God of Justice asked impatiently: "Is this true? Can we really obtain the power of law enforcement in the future?"

Xiaode Tarovin nodded immediately: "That's right. His Majesty, out of trust in the three great gods, decided to entrust this heavy and sacred responsibility to you. I hope you will not disappoint him. In addition, in view of the current actions of the nobles, wealthy businessmen and slave owners in Calim Port, His Majesty the Emperor has decided to regard them as rebels and kill them all. In ten minutes, I will give the city defense army and the guards an attack order."

"Understood! We will cooperate with the army's actions and catch these damn guys in one fell swoop."

The high priest of the God of Justice gave the guarantee without hesitation. At the same time, he carefully folded the letter of authorization and handed it to an elderly holy warrior behind him for safekeeping. He planned to go back and ask a craftsman to make a transparent box to put it in and place it in front of the statue as a witness.

There is no way! Although Ilmater and Tyr have many followers in Calimshan, in fact, they have always lived a very frustrating life.

After all, since the beginning of the Shane Dynasty, the rulers of Calimshan have always been stable in the evil camp and have never changed from beginning to end, so the Church of the Good God is always in a state of being suppressed.

Not to mention the power of law enforcement, even the power of investigation can only be taken after receiving a commission from the government, and there is no way to strike at the source of evil.

But now it's good! With the power to enforce the law, the three churches can perform their duties openly and aboveboard, strike down all kinds of rampant criminal acts with thunder-like force, and let Calimshan, which is full of sin and chaos, bathe in the glory of order and kindness.

This is a huge achievement for both priests and paladins, and they may even be promoted to saints after death.

Looking at the group of church members who were so excited about gaining the power to enforce the law, Shaud Tarovin couldn't help but curl up his lips and said to his assistant, "It's just as Lord Soth expected. It seems that these three churches are not as extreme as the outside world has said. On the contrary, they may become a powerful helper in unifying Calimshan and Tethyr."

The assistant echoed with a sinister look on his face, "Yes! These dull-headed priests and paladins simply don't understand that we make the laws, and they are merely a group of executors.

As long as we add some ambiguous parts to certain clauses, we who have the final right of interpretation can easily manipulate and decide the final outcome of the trial.

By the way, I heard that His Majesty intends to marry Lord Soth and hand over the entire country to him, is this true?"

"Yes, that's right, His Majesty has already told me. You'd better spend more time to please the future emperor of the empire, and don't arouse his resentment in any way, otherwise I can't help you." Xiaode Tarovin warned solemnly.

"I understand! Please rest assured, I'm the best at doing this kind of thing." The assistant's eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence.

But Xiaode Tarovin shook his head and said in a low voice: "Your way of trying to please others is too low-level. It's better not to embarrass yourself. If you really want to win the favor of Lord Soth, the easiest way is to figure out his mind and understand what he wants. I suggest that when you make laws, it's best to refer to the Nelanther Islands and Luskan."

"Thank you for your advice! It's just a small token of my appreciation."

The assistant calmly stuffed a dozen gold bills issued by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth into the hands of his immediate superior.

Judging from his skillful movements, this was obviously not the first time he had done this.

Xiaode Tarovin did not refuse and accepted the benefit with peace of mind. He quickly rode to the temporary command post of the Royal Guards and the City Defense Forces and read out the order of King Shane VII in an unquestionable tone.

Not only that!

He also promised in the name of the emperor that as long as the rebels were killed, the army from top to bottom would receive 15% of the confiscated property as a reward, and would have the opportunity to win a noble lady or a wealthy businessman's concubine who they could not afford to marry as a wife or concubine through a lottery.

To sum it up in one sentence, give money and give women!

Although to modern people, this way of boosting morale seems primitive, backward, barbaric and ignorant.

But the problem is that the effect is outstanding! When these promises were passed down level by level, the army, which was originally worried about being purged, suddenly burst into deafening cheers, and morale was directly raised to the maximum.

After a short while, they demonstrated the qualities of a professional army.

You must know that Calishite's army is not the motley crowd composed mainly of militiamen of the Northern Lords' Alliance.

Both the city defense forces and the royal guards have a certain proportion of spellcasters.

Yes!

You read that right!

They are spellcasters, a professional group of mages mainly composed of wizards and warlocks.

Although their general professional levels are not high, most of them are around LV1~LV5, the role they can play in the war is very important.

Especially the Royal Guards, even the lowest-level soldiers are at least level 3 fighters, and are truly the elite among the elite.

When they began to form an attack formation, the slaves who were forced to the front row instantly panicked.

After all, slaves were usually terrified of even the whips of their overseers, let alone these fully armed troops representing the emperor of the empire.

Fortunately, it was not just the slaves who were in a panic. The mercenaries, bodyguards, thugs, hired adventurers and high-level slaves following behind them were also instantly panicked.

You know, they have always thought that they were here just for a little demonstration, and were not prepared to fight a bloody battle that might cost them their lives.

All of a sudden, the city defense army and the guards began to slowly approach in neat steps, while the people brought by the nobles, wealthy businessmen and slave owners kept retreating, and they were completely overwhelmed in terms of momentum alone.

At this moment, the high priest of the god of justice Tyr saw the opportunity and immediately shouted an order to charge to the alliance formed by the three churches.

Before anyone else could react to what was happening, a charging spearhead consisting of more than a hundred holy warriors rushed in from the side.

During the charge, three golden holy lights shone directly through the clouds, bringing it an unimaginable boost in power.

A warrior of a high level tried to put up a shield wall to block the charge, but was knocked over by the celestial horse under Eloline's crotch and then trampled over.

There is no doubt that in order to completely abolish the notorious slavery in the region of Calimshan, the god of justice Tyr, the god of suffering Ilmater, and the god of loyalty and courage Torm took action together.

With the blessing of divine power, each of the believers from the three churches is invincible and can defeat ten enemies at the same time.

Especially when they witnessed the occurrence of miracles with their own eyes, they became more and more convinced that what they were doing was approved by God and was a great cause that could not be more just. Even if they fell off their horses and were seriously injured, they still rushed forward with all their might and would never stop running.

(End of this chapter)