King: Start with tauren plowing

Chapter 120 Charles: I surrendered, I really surrendered.

In the cell of Sunset Fortress.

The faint candlelight shone on the dark mottled stone wall, and there was a rotten smell in the air.

The cell is very simple, and the cell covered with thatch is considered luxurious.

Claude was lying in the thatch now, when he suddenly heard a shout, and turned his head to see that it was Knight Ramiro.

Ramiro poked his face out and shouted excitedly: "Claude, there is a good thing, a very good thing."

Claude was puzzled, "We are all in the cell, what good can we do?"

Ramiro spoke incoherently with excitement: "Charles, that is Baron Charles who defeated us."

Claude also became a little interested, and sat up from the thatch pile: "What's wrong?"

"He's dead, oh no, he's passed out, and now that Sunset Fortress is in chaos, this is our chance."

"really?"

"real."

Claude stood up suddenly, jumping and jumping: "Great, I knew he didn't end well. He enslaved orcs, searched for civilians, and slaughtered soldiers. He should have been condemned by God long ago."

"Quick! Quick! We want to spread the news and let more knights know."

Larry nodded. They had three or four hundred knights and more than 2000 infantry prisoners. Without Baron Shire, they only had a few hundred tauren left.

The two seem to have seen a legendary, perfect comeback.

Clang clang~
A sound of slapping the cell suddenly interrupted the excitement of the two.

The two looked back, and it turned out that it was a few tauren beating the cell.

"Shooting what?" Claude looked at the tauren who had no eyesight. He went out later and slaughtered these stupid things first.

"Are you the Knight Commander Claude of the Silver Fox Knights and Ramiro the Centurion Captain?"

Before Claude could speak, Ramiro said arrogantly: "Yes, you want to let us out now? It's too late!"

The tauren confirmed again blankly: "Really?"

Ramiro became a little impatient, "Really."

The tauren nodded, and took out several short spears one meter long.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?"

Ramiro and Cloud felt something was wrong.

The tauren showed their big white teeth and smiled honestly, "Of course I killed you."

"We are master knights, why should you kill me?"

"Our regiment commander Henry said that we will kill you all today."

"Let your Lord Baron come here, I don't believe that a nobleman would give such an order to his legion commander."

"My lord priest didn't give the order. Our lord priest also said that he would sell you to pay back the money. But he fainted. Another human from our Winter Fortress said, you guys are too restless, so you can kill them all to be at ease."

……

After a question and an answer, the tauren had already entered the cell. They were holding spears and staring at the neck and chest of Claude and Ramiro.

Claude and Ramiro jumped from heaven to hell in an instant.

It turned out that the Baron Shire was the most merciful guy in the army.

Suddenly, a human veteran ran over quickly and said, "Master Baron has a tendency to get better, so let's not kill these people."

"Can't you kill it?"

"If Lord Baron can recover, don't kill him?"

"Alright then." The tauren walked out with his head drooping.

Only Claude and Ramiro were left in a cold sweat.

"Please wake up quickly, these people are even more terrifying."

……

Flower City, in the secret room of Guangming Church.

There are two middle-aged men in the middle of the secret room, one of them is wearing a red robe and a red hat, his cheekbones are high, his face is thin and long, and he holds a sky blue staff in his hand.

The other was dressed in aristocratic casual clothes, his eyes were slender, and his pupils were pale yellow.

The middle-aged man in aristocratic casual clothes saw the ugly face of the man in the red robe, so he couldn't help asking, "Bishop Victor? May I ask what happened?"

"It's okay, Viscount Fernando Viper, it's just that some small things happened." Victor took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

Fernando "Ssi" stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Master Bishop, hiding information is not a good thing for our cooperation and friendship."

"I'm not a greedy idiot like Baron Silver Fox."

"If you have this attitude, then I have to regretfully terminate the cooperation with you."

Victor spread his hands helplessly, and replied, "Well then, don't blame me for not telling you, curiosity is not a good thing."

"Just now, a cardinal from the holy city of Ikana, the holy city of the Illuminati Church, told me that the gods have come."

Fernando asked doubtfully, "God's family?"

Victor nodded: "That's right, His will has come again, and it has been 1321 years since the last time it came."

"And what's interesting is that, according to the cardinal's prophecy, the place where His will descends this time is in the Kingdom of Sissinoa."

This out-of-control thing upset Fernando, and he asked, "Did the group of bright pastors in Flower City who were clamoring to revive history do it?"

Victor shook his head, "I don't know, the person who made his will descend is protected by him, and the cardinal can only locate the kingdom of Sisinoia."

"However, I guess they are most likely to be responsible. After all, the Kingdom of Sisinoa, only these priests of light have some strength."

Fernando had a fierce look in his eyes, "Then shall we speed up the plan?"

Victor shook his head again, "The uncertainty brought by the divine favor is too great. If one obtains the divine favor, it is not impossible for a first-level priest of light to become a fourth-level demigod overnight."

Fernando was a little surprised, he became a demigod overnight?It is uncertain whether there are fourth-order demigods in the entire Kingdom of Sisinoa.

There was a trace of contempt in Victor's eyes, "That's him, the extremely powerful God of Light, what do you think is the false gods of the elves and the beast gods of the orcs?"

"What we have to do now is to be careful in the temptation to see what treasures He has bestowed on them."

Victor sighed, it's a pity that he wasn't the one who won the favor of God.

He felt that he was also very loyal to the God of Light.Therefore, those who have won the favor of God should be so loyal to Him.

……

Palace of King Charles III.

King Charles III holds a branch.

The branches are emerald green, as if they have just been plucked from the tree, and they still have vigorous and surging vitality.

The branches glowed green and cast the shadow of a female elf on the wall.

"Your Majesty Queen Alice Bibrio Basculih, you have quite a lot of elves' rare gadgets."

The shadow of the female elf opened her mouth, but a voice came from the branch: "Charles III King Griffin, His will has come again, what's going on?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, my father told me that his seal has not loosened."

"Then what's going on?"

"Do you think he is those idiots who flaunt magic? He is the powerful God of Light?" Charles III's words carried an arrogance that he didn't know where it came from.

The queen was silent for a moment, and continued: "No, His will has not appeared for more than 1000 years, and now it suddenly appears, I find it very strange."

"Perhaps another person who is extremely loyal to Him has appeared. The person who was blessed by her last time is a very pious and talented priest."

"So he later became your Pope?"

"No, he later drowned in a stinking ditch."

"Hahaha." Silver-like laughter sounded, and he said, "No wonder His will has not descended for more than 1000 years, and this time it descended not in the Church of Light, but in the Kingdom of Sisinoa. There is a reason for everything."

Charles III's face darkened, did anyone believe in Him again?

……

Charles is experiencing an endless drift. .

This is an extremely dark place, with no light, no direction, no gravity, and no sense of its own existence.

Charles has been trapped here for a long time, he has been wandering here for a long time, but he can't find a way out.

Long periods of despair and loneliness have devoured his sanity again and again.

In the dark, he felt that someone was singing his name.

"Who is Charles Prynne Jesso...?"

Just as he was thinking about who this guy was, a beam of light suddenly shone into the dark space.

Staying in the dark all the time, Charles closed his eyes subconsciously, then narrowed his eyes, and tried his best to look at the light in front of him. There seemed to be a figure in the light.

"Could it be Charles Prynne Jesso?"

Gradually, the dazzling holy light gradually became milder.

The figure in front of him also became clear. It was a kind-looking old man with half-bald hair and a slight smile.

"You are Charles Prynne Jesso?"

"no?"

"Then who are you? Where is this place?"

The old man said with a smile: "This is the consciousness space, and I am the messenger of the God of Light. Lost lamb, I am here to help you."

Consciousness space, so this should be inside his brain?

While thinking, Charles replied, "So what should I do?"

"Believe in him, the great God of Light, and you will be able to escape from this space."

Charles had no bottom line at all, and immediately replied: "Oh, yes, I believe in the God of Light."

After a while, there was no response.

The old man was not angry at all, and said gently: "Young man, this is not acceptable. You have to admire him from the bottom of your heart, envelop him, and use him as the light of your life."

"Well, I really believe in the God of Light, I really believe in Him, He is omnipotent, He is omniscient, He is everything, I believe in Him..." Charles muttered in his mouth, and kept repeating for a long time, but the result was of no use.

Charles said shamelessly: "Messenger, I have no experience of believing in gods, can you teach me, teach me this lost lamb."

The old man was filled with a gentle holy light, and his words were gentle: "He is everything, and your life was created by him. Your mission was to believe in him and maintain him, so that you can enter the kingdom of heaven after death."

Charles shook his head and asked, "Which came first, man or God?"

The old man gently remonstrated: "Of course it is God, the great God of Light, He is omniscient and omnipotent."

"Then why did He create man?"

"Because...he loves people."

"Did He favor man before He created man?"

"Because human beings are created according to himself, so he prefers them." The old man didn't give Charles a chance to speak, and said quickly: "He can create a life out of thin air, isn't this worthy of your heartfelt surrender faith?"

Charleben wanted to nod his head in agreement, and quickly escaped from this ghostly place.

But somehow, his inner thoughts suddenly came out of his mouth: "No, it's not worth it. In the final analysis, this is just an ability, an ability beyond my knowledge, so I regard this as a miracle, but as my understanding gradually improves, we will eventually understand, recognize, and even master this ability."

"Nothing is for worship, it is to help us improve our understanding, our understanding of the world, and our understanding of extraordinary abilities. The so-called gods are just going a little further on this road."

"Shut up, you blasphemy." The old man's face suddenly twisted, and his originally kind face became terrifying.

Charles wanted to give himself a mouthful, so why did he speak out what was in his heart all of a sudden.Could it be that the old man tricked him?
Suddenly, the old man created a picture. In the picture, a man conquered the city, resisted millions of troops with his own strength, pacified countless countries, united all the orcs, elves, sea tribes and other tribes, and established a dynasty that would never end.

"This is you, believe in Him, believe in the great God of Light, you will become a strong man immediately, and you will become the most powerful enemy in this world."

There was a magical power in this voice, which seemed to make Charles involuntarily want to be fascinated by it.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the person in the picture was himself, and he seemed to be leading Noxus on such a path.

Establishing a dynasty for tens of thousands of years and enjoying endless sacrifices, he is the first emperor of this world.

"No! The First Emperor couldn't escape the Second Emperor and died. How could it be possible to establish a dynasty for tens of thousands of years, and it would be good if it lasted for 1000 years." Xia Er woke up suddenly, and the picture in front of him disappeared like a mirror.

The old man became even more angry, and he created another picture. In the picture, there are countless beauties, wearing all kinds of clothes, from the previous life, from the present life, from ancient costumes, from previous generations, including humans, bunny girls, cat people, elves, and all kinds of sexual fetishes that cannot be said.

"Wouldn't it be alright if you figured this out earlier?" Charles was intoxicated all of a sudden.

"Surrender to Him, and you will have endless women."

The women in front of him changed one after another, all kinds of enchanting women kept flashing in front of him, and Charles continued to move like a ruthless machine.

After an unknown amount of time, Charles pulled up his pants and shook his head, "People can be greedy, despicable, and ignorant, and they can be obsessed with lust and copulation like a beast. But it can't be all these. People always have something of themselves, and a little is enough."

The scene changed again, and Charles came to the university classroom.

This is the classroom where he went to school in his previous life. Charles looked down and saw four big characters "Advanced Algebra" written on the textbook in front of him.

"In this lesson, we first learn about factorization over the field of complex numbers."

"First consider the root of x^2+1=0."

"Next consider a more general factor of degree n."

……

The bible-like things were continuously squeezed into Charles's brain, and he felt that his brain was going to fail.

He has forgotten this mathematical knowledge for almost 100 years, and now he is forced to pick it up again, and the most annoying thing is that the voice directly exploded in his mind, preventing him from thinking at all.

"I really don't understand, change it, change it, I surrender."

But the old man seemed to be torturing him, repeating it over and over again until his brain completely shut down.

When Charles felt that he seemed to understand.

The screen changed again and turned into a political class.

His political teacher said on the podium: "Students, what is the difference between metaphysical materialism and dialectical materialism?"

"Yes, Shire's answer is good. The key lies in both sides' understanding of history. Whether or not history is regarded as the material result of human practice is the difference between the two. You don't need to know too much. This is the point of the multiple-choice test."

(End of this chapter)