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The death of the Mind Flayer apparently threw the ambush party into disarray.

The only remaining spirit-absorbing monster was not a man of great sacrifice. As soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he summoned a few soul servants to block the rapid attack of the two guilty knights, and he secretly slipped his feet and left.

In such a hurry that it didn't even bother to take its own soul slave with it.

It is conceivable that even if this guy escapes back into the group, he will become a soft-footed crab because of the great loss of strength. You must know that before the Spirit Sucking Monster grows into a Mind Flayer, a large part of its strength depends on these soul slaves with strong combat power and reasonable class matching. Once it has nothing, its voice in the community will fall unprecedentedly, and it can only be reduced to the lowest stepping stone.

Now that the Mind Flayer is dead and the Psicosm has fled, the remaining underground creatures are headless flies, no longer with the bravery and unity they had before. Without the Mind Flayer's psychic ability suppression, these powerful creatures collected from all over the underworld would be able to fight on their own, and how could they work together to resist the battlefield charge of the Knight of Judgment!

Rats leave a sinking ship.

Most of these underground creatures that had been freed from the shackles of their minds due to the death of their hosts were scattered in an instant, and only the remaining psychic minions of those psionic monsters continued to attack the human knights under the influence of psychic suggestion. However, the really powerful guys were all killed in the battle just now, and the remaining crooked melons and cracked dates are really not a problem.

Therefore, in less than half an hour, the battle in this sparse forest area was over.

After the battle, as soon as the casualties were counted, the Countess Winriel, who led the team, couldn't help but feel sad.

The local legion of Fort Ansja brought by himself was wounded and wounded more than 170 people.

Obviously it was a big win.

The number of underground creatures killed is also as high as nearly 100, and the battle loss ratio of humans and underground creatures is even lower than 2:1. However, Wen Liel knew that this was due to the fact that the Guilty Knight Squad** had blocked another group of more ferocious underground creatures.

If there is no Guilty Knights squad to follow in this battle, I am afraid that the entire local legion of Fort Ansja will be filled in, and it will only end up in defeat and escape.

The ferocity of the creatures underground, the insidious horror of the Mind Flayer group, was enough to wipe out the little bit of caution she had before.

Although she was resented by the oppression of the royal power by the theocracy, it would be a huge unknown whether the kingdom of Hiralg would be able to continue to stand on the Klein continent with only worldly power.

Thinking of the altars of the temples scattered all over the cities, villages and towns, the greedy bishops and priests with fat brains, and the scene when His Majesty the King knelt down in front of the Pope and prayed for blessings, she couldn't help but feel a wave of unwilling anger in her heart.

But riding his horse on a terrible battlefield strewn with corpses, listening to the painful wails of his wounded soldiers, Winriel's heart was always heavy, and she did not know how to choose her own path.

As a temporary local legion, this unit did not have its own chaplain corps, but spent a lot of money to hire two low-ranking priests from the garrison Ansja Fort to accompany the team. After such a big battle, the number of wounded soldiers is nearly three digits, how can only two third- and fourth-level low-level priests be enough.

Only one-fifth of the wounded were treated, and the magic skills of the two priests were exhausted, and the remaining wounded could only rely on the doctors accompanying the army to simply deal with and bandage them. For those who were severely injured by the minotaur and the bear goblin, and the belly leaked, everyone could only helplessly watch them die in pain and wail.

The priest who was with the Knight of Guilt squad may still have a lot of magic left. However, she is a member of the Knights of the Church, and all magical powers need to be preserved for emergencies. So there is nothing I can do about it, so I can only avoid it from afar.

While sending people to completely clean up the battlefield, while letting the remaining cavalry squads in the team go out to chase down the escaped underground creatures, Winriel, as the commander, was very busy. Fortunately, several knights of the guilty sentencing did not fight for the merits, except for the head of the Mind Flayer, the rest were all given to the countess and others.

This can't help but make Wen Lier's mood even more complicated!

In a hurry, before nightfall, the force was able to enter the city of Cohen.

After arriving in Cohen City, Winrill ran into several local troops similar to her own local legion at Fort Ansja. They all suffered heavy casualties, and they barely managed to escape into Cohen City. The militia fighters were all wounded, and the wounded with bandages filled the streets of Cohen City, and the sound of pain and wails was unbearable.

Compared to the great sacrifices, they achieved very little.

With the exception of a few troops who brought back the corpses of a few drow elves and harpys, most of them were unfounded. The Bitterwater Vigilante became the vague leader of the Vigilante as they brought back 3 Minotaur corpses.

Of course, this doesn't mean that other vigilantes don't have any gains when they are attacked by underground creatures. However, when they can't achieve the final victory, they can only barely break through the blockade line of the Spirit Sucker Squad, no matter how many underground creatures they kill on the battlefield, they can't bring them all out.

And the fact that the Kushui County militia was able to snatch out the corpses of 3 minotaurs in the chaos is enough to show that their troops were not beaten by the enemy and lost their armor and were defeated. This has already proven their strength from the side.

While the leader of the militia was waiting for the lord to receive him in the square in front of the town hall, the local legion of Fort Ansja was late. When Countess Winriel walked into the square with her men, all the militias could not help but salute, and naturally retreated to the sides, giving way to the central avenue.

For nothing else, in the small wooden cage raised by several militia soldiers walking in front of Countess Winriel, the shocking head of the Spirit Suction Monster was too dazzling.

To be honest, seeing the terrible octopus head of the Spirit Sucker again, the leaders of the militia groups present seemed to have returned to the previous tragic battle. Their eyes were red, their bodies trembled, and even some of them let out screams of horror, apparently frightened by the spirit suckers.

A middle-aged man was looking at the arrival of Wen Lier and his party with a complicated expression.

This man has a rough face, a tousled beard on his chin, a tall and broad body, and wears a set of thickened silver full-body armor, which is wild and has a touch of aristocratic arrogance.

"Geddes, so you're here! It's going well, isn't it? "Winriel obviously knew the rough-looking fellow. And from her speech and demeanor, it can be seen that this majestic knight-like fellow is actually equal to her, and he is also an earl with real power.

You must know that the Kingdom of Hiralg has experienced thousands of years of peaceful and comfortable life, and there are not many powerful nobles who can really fight across horses. And in this theocratic religious country, the royal family is indisputably in an absolute weakness in the looming power struggle between the Chenguang Church and the royal family.

In a tritheistic state, the change of power in the kingdom depends entirely on the will of the Pope. Even if a king ascends to the throne, if he does not receive the approval and baptism of the Pope, then his position will always be unstable, and sooner or later he will be disgraced due to various unbearable reasons.

In the face of the majesty and sanctity of the Church of the Morning Light, every king and majesty will bow and bow down before the Pope's knees to pray for blessings and voluntarily become God's people.

And the Temple of Morning Light, which was built in major cities across the country, has become a vampire that the nobles secretly hate. Nearly 40% of the annual revenue is collected by the temple as a "tribute" for the daily expenses of maintaining the temple.

As for those popular believers in Loshanda, the god of the morning light, as long as their faith reaches the level of piety, they will automatically become the people of the gods. From then on, they no longer had to pay any taxes, and they did not have to bow down when they saw nobles, and they became "nobles" without titles.

For the sake of convenience and vanity, many businessmen even bribed the bishops of the regional temples to obtain the qualifications of such "devout believers", thus becoming "big men" on an equal footing with the local nobles.

For this kind of behavior that greatly disturbs the origin and order of the aristocracy under the name of God's decree, the nobles and nobles only dare to complain in secret, but they never dare to question God's will in public.

However, what made the nobles of the kingdom unbearable the most was the invasion of the secular power by the power of the temple. The Temple of Dawn always interfered in local government affairs in the name of the gods, openly favoring the people of the gods in various commercial and economic disputes, and even openly opposing the decrees of the local nobles for this reason.

As a result, in those large and medium-sized cities, some of the most abundant and critical positions were occupied by those selected by the temple. Some of the low-level nobles wanted to make ends meet, and they had to look up to the snorts of the bishops of the temple, pat their horses, and go their way.

Therefore, under the calm and serene surface of the kingdom of Hiralg, the suppression of royal power by the divine right has reached a point where the nobles cannot bear it.

However, the three major knights of the Dawn Temple alone add up to 5,000, and there are tens of thousands of magicians of all levels, plus the god of morning light, who is high above and mighty. The king's desire to confront it is like an ant shaking a tree, not only will it not damage the Morning Light Church in the slightest, but it will also smash itself to pieces.

It is not without a history that there have been kings who have opposed the Church of Morninglight. The Church does not even need to mobilize the Church at all, only needs to issue an edict from the Pope accusing the king of being a "false king", and countless fanatics and devout believers within the kingdom will naturally gather in the royal capital and launch a riot to force the "false king" to step down.

After countless "frictions" between royal power and divine power, the Hilarg royal family finally admitted the reality gloomily, honestly became a puppet king, and obeyed the guidance of the archbishop of the church in everything. In order to show his devotion to the Pope, the previous king of Prague even decreed that future heirs to the kingdom who want to ascend the throne must first devote themselves to the temple of Chenguang for three years before they can be eligible to inherit the throne.

This is undoubtedly another huge compromise of the royal power to the divine right.

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