Chapter 468: Stop dreaming, you won’t go to the Kingdom of the Scourge Apostle

The army of the undead was literally torn apart.

Missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect cheered on the city walls.

It is hard to imagine such a scene if you have not seen it with your own eyes.

The mountains outside the city are filled with undead.

Such a number of undead may not be a big deal for the Scourge in its heyday. The number of undead they used to attack the defense line of King Boren was far greater than that at this time.

But in terms of numbers, they still crushed Rand's one thousand men.

Even though they suffered a lot of losses during the siege.

But compared to Rand's one thousand men, it was still like a tide.

Yes, these undead are like the rising and falling tides, and Rand's army is like a small boat.

But this small boat can easily cut through the tide.

The Niumali Field can easily weaken the power of the undead, allowing Fan Tie's armed attacks to easily cut off the bodies of the undead.

As the cooperation between the two sides deepened, the influence of the cattle and horses' stance on the Paladins was inexplicably reduced.

Paladins can now use some of the power of the Torch Goddess in the cow-horse stance.

But it doesn't matter if you can't use it.

All they had to do was follow Rand.

The tide of the undead came crashing down, then was easily crushed.

Rand led his warriors through the undead army.

The target is directly aimed at the central army flag of the undead.

The closer to the location of the Undead's commander, the higher the quality of the Undead.

But whether it is the Meat Mountain, the Death Knight, the Banshee, or the Wraith, it is all meaningless.

Rand's army could not be stopped even for a moment.

Rand soon arrived at the command platform of the Scourge Cult.

Instead of rushing to attack, he dismounted and walked to the commander of the undead army with Elsa and Olenna.

Several undead guards nearby, who looked difficult to deal with, stared at Rand who was walking slowly towards them.

They are all high-level undead whose birth conditions are very harsh.

Ordinary people would die of fear when they see them.

But now, facing Rand, he actually hesitated.

It was as if these undead spirits, which theoretically should not feel fear, actually felt fear.

The undead did not attack Rand.

They just knew very well that any attack would be ineffective.

The numerous undead just watched Rand come before the Scourge Bishop.

Rand glanced around.

Noticed the hand bones on the staff of this Scourge Bishop.

This hand bone is an exact match to the one found in the ruins of the Obsidian Tower in the Sanctuary hidden location area.

Now Rand was basically certain that this was what the Blue King was looking for.

Rand was determined to achieve this.

"Who invented the plague?" Rand asked.

No one answered Rand.

There was no bad words, no cursing or insults.

Rand rushed here with his troops from the periphery, shattering all possibilities.

Their end is now.

Rand was too lazy to interrogate them. He was not a messenger of justice.

But one question still needs to be asked: "So, who tortured my two missionaries?"

Still no one answered.

"Well, it seems like you're all tough guys. I'll have to work harder and send all of you to be punished together." Rand said with a cold expression.

He still vividly remembers the tragic plight of the two missionaries who held on to the vibration transmission device.

Rand then ordered his soldiers to continue the attack.

The undead did not sit idly by, they fought back.

But as expected, nothing made sense.

The few Scourge Bishops were not as powerful as the Scourge Archbishop who was dealt with by Rand before. Although these Scourge believers and intelligent undead were powerful, they were no match for Olenna and Elsa.

But it still took Rand some effort to eliminate the top level of the Undead - the commanders and highly intelligent Undead, because he wanted to capture as many targets alive as possible.

After losing their commander, the undead, which had little intelligence, became scattered, and because of the dead's natural malice towards the living, they launched attacks on the humans around them.

However, the only humans around were the city in front and Rand's army.

When there were high-level undead and the Scourge Bishop in command, these undead were no match for Rand, and they are even less of a match now.

The low-intelligence undead would not have any idea of ​​escaping.

Rand can clear out the undead without having to chase them down; the low-level undead will come to him on their own.

After seeing the one-sided battle situation, the local lord staying in the city decisively opened the city gate and led his troops out to share the credit.

The missionaries of the Goddess of Harvest and Health and the missionaries of the First Born Sect naturally followed into the battle as well.

"Hahaha, it's Lord Rand." The missionary of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest and Health fought with the local lord. After getting closer, he recognized Rand's figure. Looking from a distance on the battlefield, the figure was very blurry, but the missionary could still confirm that it was Rand.

There is a portrait of Rand in the church school, and of course everyone will look at it from time to time and keep it in mind. This missionary had followed Rand in battle in the past and was even more familiar with Rand's figure.

The missionary of the Newborn Sect helplessly reminded: "Don't rush too far forward, the undead can still move."

"Don't worry." The missionary of the Mother Goddess sect laughed loudly.

"Tang——." An arrow pierced his chest.

The newborn missionaries were horrified and wanted to rush over.

But he was stopped by the missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect with their eyes.

However, the missionaries of the First Born sect still rushed in front of the missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect.

He looked sad. Victory was clearly just around the corner, but he didn't expect that his best friend would fall in the darkness before dawn.

Then he saw the missionary of the Mother Goddess sect calmly flick the arrow to the ground and lift up his clothes, revealing a chain mail made of chain links and a lining armor underneath: "The quality of this arrow is very average, don't worry."

The missionaries of the Newborn Sect actually had the same set of skills, but he was deceived by the solemn farewell expressions of the Mother Goddess Sect just now.

This made him think that the chain mail specially supplied by the Holy Land might not be so useful.

It seems to be very useful now.

"Nervous." The deceived Newborn missionary cursed and continued to kill the undead.

It was then that the missionaries of the Mother Goddess sect began to cough up blood.

He had suffered a lot of injuries when he was commanding the army to fight the undead on the city wall.

But it's not death yet.

In the distance, after Rand defeated the resistance of the Scourge Cult's high-ranking officials, he personally supervised his subordinates in tying up the prisoners.

"Even if you torture us, we won't tell you anything. Sooner or later, we will return to the kingdom of the Scourge Apostles." Seeing that Rand didn't kill them directly but arrested them, the last high-ranking members of the Scourge Cult were a little confused.

However, during this period of time they have become half-undead in order to resist the plague, and ordinary torture has no effect on them.

They spoke up now only because they didn't want to waste time in this world, so they hoped that Rand would send them to the kingdom of the Scourge Apostle as soon as possible.

Rand just sneered meaninglessly, and then said: "You will not have the opportunity to go to the kingdom of the Scourge Apostle."

After hearing Rand's words, the Scourge believers, Scourge bishops, and undead all felt something was wrong.

In fact, the Torch Church can also burn the souls of cultists.

But that requires a specific ritual and is quite costly.

However, if we only destroy the cultist's body, the cost will be very small.

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For the Torch Church, there is not much meaning in destroying the souls of the cultists.

The evil god's kingdom is not a good place, and only these cultists want to go there.

For a normal soul, going there is simply torture.

For the Torch Church, there is no need to do this. Most souls will slowly perish naturally after the body dies.

Only a very few can be inspired by God and go to the kingdom of God.

If the cultists want to go, they can go. Regardless of whether they can actually arrive there, they can't return to the main world anyway. There is no need to consume so many materials and pay so much price to destroy the cultists' souls.

Theoretically, no one would pay such a high price to destroy the soul, but these believers of the Scourge knew very well that Rand was extremely hostile to the Scourge and the undead.

They were very confident that due to their achievements in life, they would be summoned by the Apostles of the Scourge after death and go to the Kingdom of God.

But if it falls into the hands of this psychopathic Duke Rand, the outcome may be different.

Every time the Scourge Cult has a strategy, this psychotic duke will jump out and do something that disgusts them extremely.

If Rand hadn't jumped out, perhaps by now they would have built countless obsidian towers and dominated the entire main world.

If we catch them now, we might end up doing something even more disgusting.

For example, destroying their souls along with their bodies, preventing them from going to the kingdom of God of the Scourge Apostles.

The soul is extremely fragile, but the cost of touching and destroying it is huge. However, given the character of this mentally ill duke, it is really possible.

These captured undead and Scourge bishops originally had calm expressions and were ready to die, but when they heard Rand's words, their expressions began to change.

"What do you want to do?" Finally, a Scourge believer couldn't help but ask.

And Rand answered them with silence, just as these Scourge cultists had been silent to him before.

Since no one is taking the blame, let everyone receive equal punishment.

Finally, some Scourge cultists began to feel fear.

Not all of these cult lunatics wish to experience the peace of death. A large number of them insist on promoting the development of the power of death in order to receive rewards from the Apostles of Natural Disasters and bid farewell to the suffering of this world forever.

But now, Rand seemed to be destroying that hope.

"What good will this do you?" A Scourge Bishop angrily insulted Rand.

But Rand only found it pleasant to the ear.

"Keep an eye on them, don't let them find a chance to commit suicide." Rand no longer paid attention to these Scourge cultists, and after moving away, he gave his instructions indifferently.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if they really commit suicide. The strong power of death in these Scourge Bishops will make them transform into undead after death, and they will not be able to truly die.

But if that were the case, the Mother Goddess might not want it anymore.

In theory, the Mother Goddess only wants living things.

It would be a shame not to let the Mother Goddess have a taste.

Rand looked towards the city but did not enter it. His mission had been completed. What he needed to do next was to avoid any further complications and bring the "hand bone" to the sanctuary as soon as possible.

Rand knew the wilderness of the Kingdom of Rensa very well, and it was very likely that there were people of the Azure King.

Rand had no idea what kind of personality the Blue King had. What if the Blue King really came here in person to claim the treasure?

If he was blocked by the Blue King, he might die here and had to evacuate as soon as possible.

Then Rand saw a missionary from the Firstborn sect rushing over.

Olenna and Elsa raised their weapons vigilantly, and then saw the missionary of the Firstborn Sect stopped, hoping to ask Rand for medicine to heal his wounds. His comrade-in-arms, the missionary of the Mother Goddess Sect, was injured.

"Begging for nothing! Just bring the person to me. As long as he's not dead, I can cure him." Rand glared at the Novice missionary.

This novice missionary was of noble birth, and it was obvious that he was subconsciously worried that Rand would be unwilling to treat his subordinates.

Maybe if there is really no medicine left, Rand will give up reluctantly, but today's treatment share is still there.

After a while, the unconscious Mother Goddess missionary was carried in front of Rand.

Rand smiled inexplicably.

He waved his hand at the nascent missionary and said, "Okay, what follows is confidential. Don't stare at him. You will see him alive and kicking tomorrow."

The Novice missionary nodded nervously, then turned and left.

Then Rand snapped his fingers.

"Are there any sheep?" Rand asked casually.

"No, sir, there may be some in the city," the subordinate guard replied.

"It seems too late. Let's arrange a horse for him." Rand coughed and said, "Go and arrange it quickly."

…

On the third day after Rand and his army left, the great nobles of the Kingdom of Lunsa, the feudal lords of the local lords, arrived with their troops.

But there are only mountains of bones here.

The air was filled with the smell of death, making people sick. Looking around, there were no lush trees or vibrant grass, but hills of corpses. These corpses were twisted, incomplete, or rotten. They were once living creatures or walking corpses, but now they were just a pile of horrifying remains.

There is obviously a big battle going on here, a bloody battle between the undead and humans.

He must have been late.

In fact, it is already very fast.

If it were any other incident, there would never have been such a rapid mobilization speed. After all, there must be regulations for mobilizing the army, and determining the scope of conscription also requires decisions. Logistics and combat soldiers also need to be prepared, and temporary training may be required.

The local lord was not at all negligent in being able to send troops so quickly and arrive here. He brought his troops here as quickly as he could.

But now it seems too late.

All he could see were a few city walls covered in blood, mud, and rotten flesh.

But after entering the city, I found that this was not the case.

Under the astonished gaze of the great nobleman, the local lord came out to meet him.

"Sir, I have worked hard to train my troops, and now it has finally paid off. I have integrated the power of the territory, commanded my army, led my knights, and annihilated these disgusting undead!"

The local lord, who is also the lord of this city, looked calm and modest, as if he was seeking credit.

(End of this chapter)