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 sigh 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 mere ridiculous 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.

但可惜的是戴维安根本没有受到任何影响，在硬吃下这一拳之后，直接落地做了个翻滚动作避开了对方的擒抱，起身反手就是一记盾牌猛击。

砰！ 凭借恐怖的力量属性，他这一下就直接把对方打的飞出去十米开外，轰的撞塌了一面砖墙。

“混蛋！你打的我真是好疼啊！”

戴维安缓缓从地上爬起来，抬起手二话不说就给了自己一击七环【延迟爆裂火球】。

在猛烈的爆炸跟巨响过后，他之前受到的伤势立马恢复如初。

这种直接拿大火球糊自己脸的举动，不仅让混血食人魔武僧看呆了，就连一旁躺着的贾拉索和恩崔立也同样看呆了，艾普克更是不断吞咽口水来缓解紧张到快要崩断的神经。

对于这位卡林港码头区盗贼公会的首领而言。眼前正在发生的一切都太过于离谱，远远超出了他的认知范围。

“怪……怪物！你他妈的简直就是个怪物！”

混血食人魔武僧的心里防线终于崩溃了，像个疯子一样开始大声咆哮。

她完全无法接受，这个世界上居然有人在吃了自己的【渗透劲】和【震慑拳】之后，还能像个没事人一样从地上站起来。

再加上当面用七环【延迟爆裂火球】这种恐怖大范围杀伤性塑能系魔法治疗伤势的丧心病狂行为，换成是谁心态都会不可避免的爆炸。

“怪物？不！这是伟大主人赐予我的力量。等你们也成为他的仆从之后，很快也会明白的。”

说罢，戴维安也不理会对方是否能听懂自己想要表达的意思，径直走到混血食人魔武僧面前，像拧麻花一样把对方的双腿和双手全部拧断。

动作之残忍、表情之冷酷，让见惯了各种酷刑和审讯过程的艾普克都忍不住打了个哆嗦。

幸好！

他还记得眼前这位猛男是左思派给自己的帮手，赶忙跑过去用略带颤抖的声音问：“阁……阁下！请问您打算怎么处理这几个俘虏？”

“先让你的手下来先把他们带回去。记住，不管是人还是他们身上的武器、装备，都绝对不允许出半点意外。等解决了卡林港发起叛乱的盗贼公会，我再将其交给主人处理。”戴维安不加思索的回答道。

“明白了！我这就叫人。”

艾普克迅速从上衣口袋里掏出了一个哨子，放在嘴里用力吹响。

没过一会儿功夫，他的首席刺客大师——伯尼斯便带着一群人赶了过来。

后者在搞清楚状况之后，立刻制定了一个进攻计划。

大概十分钟之后，在戴维安的率领下，一支由公会精锐组成的小分队便沿着下水道出发，开始一个接一个对其他盗贼公会的老巢发起突袭。

既没有花里胡哨的阴谋诡计，也没有使用下毒、潜入和收买对方阵营中重要人物的伎俩。

而是直接以物理的方式破门而入，然后毫不留情的大开杀戒，直至将一个盗贼公会的老巢屠戮殆尽。

凭借自己无可匹敌的力量，戴维安轻而易举便完成了一次又一次完美的暗杀行动。

毕竟他每次都是直接用火焰魔法封死所有的出入口，并且没有放走一个幸存者。

按照某位业界大佬的说法，三流暗杀只解决掉任务的目标人物，二流暗杀弄死所有发现自己的人，唯有一流刺客才有能力杀光自己看到的所有人。

戴维安的行为无疑属于一流的暗杀。

正当这边对卡林港盗贼公会展开大清洗的时候，远在城市最繁华地段的市集附近，两拨人正在剑拔弩张的对峙。

其中一方不用问也知道，肯定是由贵族、富商和奴隶主组织起来的私人武装。

他们的显著特点是武器装备相对比较好，并且普遍有一定的职业等级，基本不是佣兵、冒险者，就是已经被洗脑的高级奴隶。

除此之外，还有大量遭到威胁、恐吓，被裹挟着走上街头参加游行的普通奴隶。

出于对夏恩七世强大魔法力量的畏惧，这群人虽然人数更多，但却并不敢主动发起进攻。

而另外一方则是刚刚向夏恩七世宣誓效忠的城防军和禁卫军。

由于军官被清洗掉了很大一部分，所以他们正处于人心惶惶的状态，战斗意志普遍都不是很高，更不敢与这些平日里高高在上的大人物为敌。

用麻杆打狼两头怕来形容此刻的情景再贴切不过了。

“这群该下地狱的人渣！他们居然用无辜的奴隶作为挡箭牌顶在最前边！”

圣武士艾罗琳气的脸色铁青的握紧了手中的武器，仿佛下一秒就会骑着胯下的天界马冲出去，把那些躲在幕后挑起这一切的元凶统统杀光。

“冷静点！你是伊尔玛特的圣武士！不是一名单纯的战士！绝对不能做任何违背善良和秩序的事情！否则就会不可避免的走向堕落。”阿戈尔郑重其事的发出警告。

尽管他眼下也有类似的冲动和按耐不住的怒火，但多年以来的丰富经验还是让其保持了清醒跟理智。

“我们现在要怎么办？眼睁睁看着这些家伙在这里耀武扬威，然后把好不容易争取到的废除奴隶制度法令变成一张废纸？”另外一名正义之神的圣武士怒不可遏的咆哮道。

由于苦难之神伊尔玛特、正义之神提尔和忠诚与勇气之神托姆缔结了“三圣同盟”，因此当出现像这种重大事件的时候，他们的教会、骑士团和圣武士往往都会聚集到一起集体行动。

此时此刻，在卡林港的街道上，三家教会已经聚集起了六十名牧师、一百名从此面八方赶过来的圣武士，超过四百人由战士、武僧混编的队伍，以及少量的法师跟术士。

可以说光凭他们的力量，就足以对卡林港眼下混乱的局势造成巨大影响。

“我觉得不能再继续等待下去了！这是对正义的亵渎！无论付出什么样的代价，我们都要把废除奴隶的法案推行下去。”

忠诚与勇气之神的主祭在犹豫再三之后终于做出了自己的决断。

因为自从夏恩七世成功复辟之后，他在名义上就是卡林杉和泰瑟尔无可争议的合法统治者。

同样的，他所颁布的法令所有人都应该遵守。

这也就意味着，眼前这群反对废除奴隶制的家伙，本质上可以被视作叛乱者，并且还是极度邪恶的叛乱者。

斩杀和镇压他们严格意义上并不违背教义和圣武士的信条。

“我同意！”

正义之神提尔教会的主祭立刻表示赞同。

相比之下，身披破旧麻袍的伊尔玛特主祭却明显犹豫了，抬起头问之前的两人：“如果我们现在动手，那那些被裹挟的奴隶怎么办？他们会在混战中受伤乃至死亡。”

“抱歉，对于这一点我也没有什么太好的办法，只能尽可能的快速将奴隶与他们身后那些佣兵、打手分隔开。”正义之神的主祭颇为无奈的叹了口气。

忠诚与勇气之神的主祭则用略带激动的语气说道：“二位，我必须提醒你们一句，这是一场为了赢得自由、尊严和平等的伟大抗争。试想一下，如果我们今天畏首畏尾，那么这些奴隶和他们的子孙后代将永远都没有出头之日，只能被不断的压榨直至死亡。卡林杉的奴隶制必须被废除！无论在这个过程需要流多少血，会有多少人因此而牺牲，都是值得的。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，这位看上去足有六十多岁的老人高高举起了手中那柄闪耀着洁白圣光的双手巨剑。

在他的鼓舞下，不少圣武士、牧师和战士都忍不住热血沸腾，跟着开始高呼废除奴隶制的口号。

作为守序善良阵营，这些人见到过太多卡林杉社会中的黑暗面。

尤其是贵族、富商和奴隶主们肆无忌惮的凌辱、虐待和宰杀奴隶取乐的行为，每年都会导致教会中的一些年轻人怒发冲冠，失去理智像疯了一样无视法律，直接冲上去想要杀死对方。

结果不是被反杀，就是事后遭到逮捕并处死。

哪怕侥幸活下来，也会迅速失去对正义的信仰慢慢堕落成为黑暗卫士或是邪神的牧师。

就在狂热的气氛即将达到高潮时，被夏恩七世任命为帝国宰相的肖德·塔罗文终于骑着马赶了过来，二话不说将一封加盖了皇帝印章的文书递到三位主祭面前。

“这是什么？”苦难之神的主祭用不是很确定的语气问。

“是陛下给你们的授权和任命。”肖德·塔罗文不加思索的回答道。

“授权和任命？”

出于好奇心的驱使，苦难之神的主祭当众打开了文书。

大概一两分钟之后，他身边十几个人都看到了内容的人都不由自主倒抽了一口凉气。

嘶……

夏恩七世这是疯了？

所有人脑子里都不由自主冒出了这样的念头。

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)