Pioneering

Chapter 132 The Demise of the Old Forces
Hattaman Castle stands atop a hill, majestic on the distant horizon.

There is a wide moat around the castle, the water is deep and submerged, and the water surface is large enough to accommodate small boats.

The walls of Hartmann's Castle are made of solid and thick, one-piece poured stone, with countless defensive towers and stairs on it, and teams of guards are patrolling nervously.

He can be heard from time to time, their small discussions:

"Hey, Captain, are we really fighting against that kind of existence? That's..."

"Shut up, don't die, let those knights hear, before that time, you will die!"

"Ugh……"

The gate of the castle was firmly closed, and a young man in fine clothes with anxious eyes was patrolling the defense.

As soon as you enter the castle, you will see a huge and spacious square (fortress) surrounded by various barracks.Here are full of heavily armed knights, they all have bright armor, hold axes and spears, and are in a tight formation.

It looks like attacking at any time to face a strong enemy.

It's just that one can faintly see the strong uneasiness and fear on the faces of many of the knights.

Through the fort, you can see the main building and the dungeon.

The main building stands tall in the center of the castle, the whole body is built of huge and thick black gray stone, decorated with towers and spikes.

The bottom of the main building is a thick wall, above which are large and small windows, from which one can overlook the surroundings of the city wall. At this time, through these windows, one can faintly see full of throwing weapons.

These weapons include the magic-blocking golden crossbow arrows, magic stone cannons, and incendiary bottles mixed with magic metal powder...

The ground floor of the main building consists of a huge court where nobles and ministers lived.The dungeon is located beneath the castle and consists of a series of dark corridors and cells.

A series of mechanisms are set inside and outside the castle, such as machine crossbows, traps, remote watchtowers, and magic stone cannons.

These mechanisms operate day and night, protecting the castle and the Hartmanns who live within it.

Such a method of building a city is a difficult project even in the modern Blue Star, and it would have been absolutely impossible to do without the involvement of extraordinary power.

In short, this is a heavily guarded, towering and majestic castle, and it is one of the safest places in the Principality of Yige.

At this moment, the war fortress has come to life completely, heavily guarded, as if waiting for something.

If he was on such alert as usual, it would be extremely difficult even for the Earth Knights to attack and attack, but at this moment, it could not bring much sense of security to Earl Hartmann in the study room of the main building.

"Your Earl." A well-mannered middle-aged butler said to the young master in front of him.

"Ugh-"

Little Earl Hartman sighed, got up from his chair, walked to the window, and glanced outside through the window: "Uncle Bona, do you think that His Majesty will accept us?"

"This, my lord, I don't know."

"Huh—" Little Earl Hartman breathed a sigh of relief again, and seemed to be talking to himself and asking: "Tell me, how can such a big Principality of Yige be gone?"

Butler Bona was silent.

"Uncle Bona, it's time for Tulio to go to Andreia by now, right?"

Bona nodded silently, and said, "The young master arrived the day before yesterday."

"It's good to be here, it's good to be here." Little Hartman suddenly walked in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders, and said sincerely, "Uncle Bona, let's go too, let's go quickly."

With tears in his eyes, Bona shook his head slightly.

Little Hartman knew the character of his elder, so he stopped persuading him, and just sighed again.

"Uncle Bona, is Harvey still on the city wall?"

Bona nodded: "Master Harvey is still patrolling the city wall."

"Patrol?" said Hartman, shaking his head mockingly, "what's the use? What's the use to that kind of existence?"

"Change his clothes and throw him into the dungeon."

"It's probably the place with the best chance of surviving."

Soon, the first-in-line heir of the Hartman family, who was originally full of luxury, was put on a dirty old prison uniform, shackled and thrown into a dark dungeon.

As the days and months progressed, the little Earl Hartman standing by the window looked at the setting sun that was about to set in the sky, as if he saw the silent fate of the family and the end of all the nobles in Yige.

A chilling golden light disappeared from the sky in an instant, and penetrated the roof of the main building with a "bang", and came to Little Hartman.

The knights and the standing army outside the main building had fallen silently to the ground at this moment, without breath.

If someone looked carefully, they might be able to see the tiny sword holes in their foreheads.

"Plop—"

Looking at the majestic and sacred light and shadow in front of him, Little Hartman knelt decisively and kowtowed:
"Your Majesty, please forgive us lost lambs. We are willing to serve you and spread your faith. Please accept us humble people."

"No." Zhong Ming refused indifferently, "What I can't feel is your belief, but I can see the raging flames in your eyes, and the hatred."

Hearing the harsh trial of the gods in front of him, Hartman soaked the back of his clothes in cold sweat for a moment, without the slightest thought of resisting, he just closed his eyes and waited for the coming of death.

An indiscernible tiny golden light passed through the center of his eyebrows. So far, the dual rule of the nobles and the church in the Principality of Yige has basically come to an end.

"call-"

Zhong Ming exhaled a sigh of relief, his eyes inevitably looked tired.

Even though the divine body is still full of energy, the spirit is still a bit difficult.

In order to make a blank piece of paper easy to draw on, in just a few days, Yige literally shed blood like a river.

Zhong Ming did not stop, from the capital of Brian to the place, from east to west, from south to north, sweeping all the nobles, big and small, in Yige.

Zhong Ming didn't play any civil trial conferences or complaint conferences. This kind of route is suitable for reckless heroes and rebel masters, suitable for Zhong Ming, the savior who is about to go online, and not suitable for a god who looks down on all living beings.

Whether he does many evil things or is good at managing his reputation, he cannot escape the fate of extinction.

Destroy you, what does it have to do with you?

But even so, after Zhong Ming performed miracles and beheaded the nobles with high frequency, in the eyes of the common people, he was a true god from heaven, saving the world, so the number of believers increased sharply, breaking through tens of millions.

If it wasn't for him stopping and stopping along the way, preaching along the way, using these new priests to barely maintain law and order, and ensuring that there would be no large-scale turmoil after Yige's sudden demise of the ruling class, Zhong Ming's cleaning speed would have been much faster.

Zhong Ming, who didn't waste resources, used his mental power to cover up and search, and found the treasure house of the Hartman family, packed it up, turned around and left.

Now, Zhong Ming, who was flying in the sky, was thinking about the development of the Kingdom of God, fighting against the Sea God, cleaning up the place, performing miracles to preach... Under the series of big actions, less than [-]% of the originally full divine power was left.

If you don't open up the Kingdom of God, and expect to slowly absorb the ether from the ether source sea to convert the divine power, I'm afraid it won't be able to replenish it the next time the sea god descends and kills him.

Besides, with so many mixed beliefs, it is a waste to keep them unused, and it is not conducive to one's feedback missionary plan, and the divine power is easy to make ends meet.

Just when Zhong Ming was full of thoughts, thinking about rectifying the country and opening up the kingdom of God, he had already gone away but he didn't notice:

A young man in prison uniform was holding the bodies of Earl Hartman Jr. and Bona, weeping bitterly...

(End of this chapter)