in the name of the queen.

After the Battle of White Mountain, Sophia set rules for human supernatural beings that they were not allowed to massacre ordinary people on a large scale, nor were they allowed to destroy cities in large numbers.

In addition to humans, other powerful people who appear in human territory must also abide by this rule.

Anyone who dares to violate it will be dealt with personally by her.

The people Sophia protects are mainly humans on the continent of Rodinia.

At this moment, Roland and Lisa were using their supernatural powers and magic to slaughter the indigenous Yahu people of the southern continent.

No matter how kind Sophia is, she can't protect the ignorant natives far away in the southern continent, not to mention that she has almost nothing in common with the concept of kindness.

The word "kindness" does exist in Roland's dictionary, but its target group does not include Yehu.

one day ago.

The evacuation of Roma Town was very fast. Hales and Hamos were both carefully selected pioneering officials of the Kingdom of Pruden, so their abilities were naturally beyond doubt.

After unifying their thoughts, the two worked in perfect harmony, and other officials also actively collaborated. Roland was greatly impressed by the speed of organizing the evacuation.

What Roland must also admire is Yehu's ability to take action.

Unlike before, after receiving help from the mysterious power, their attack speed is comparable to that of human elites.

Although their overall combat capability and weaponry are far inferior to those of human armies, their efficient mobility makes up for this.

Faced with more than 50,000 Yahus sweeping in like a tide, almost engulfing the Pruden Kingdom army that had already arrived in the wild, Roland could only look for the right time to take action.

Compared to super magicians like Lisa, he is indeed not very good at group killing, because his group killing ability is a standard one-shot deal.

All beings are equal under the holy light, but the holy light comes quickly and goes away even faster. As long as the enemy is smart enough and goes into the battlefield in batches, the killing effect of Roland's holy light will be much worse.

However, the Yahoos did not know that Roland had this ability.

They firmly believed that human magicians had been exhausted and that launching a human-pig attack at this time would surely lead to victory.

The warlords went to the front line to supervise the battle, the tribal witch doctors beat the war drums rhythmically, and the deafening drumbeats rang in everyone's heart.

Inspired by the drumbeats, the Yahus were filled with excitement and charged fearlessly, shouting and yelling.

The Pruden soldiers were depressed by the drumbeats.

Before the popularization of advanced modern communication and command means, drums and bugles were the best choice for commanding the army.

As long as the army's execution is strong enough and its combat effectiveness is strong enough, the blown horn can scare the enemy.

The major Rodinian countries all have their own set of methods for using drums and bugles, and although the levels of the command systems of each country vary, they are generally of pre-modern quality.

Yahoo?

Their IQ is really too advanced for this.

This is the consensus in the military field of the major Rodinian countries.

The mainstream command system was too complicated for these hairy, uncivilized natives.

However, now it can be clearly distinguished that Yehu uses different drums and trumpets such as attack, advance, and charge to command battles.

Their weapons and equipment are still backward, and their individual combat effectiveness is still weak, but the organized army can make up for this through numbers and courage.

The emergence of drums and bugles made up for the organizational shortcomings of Yehuda and allowed them to reach the threshold of modern military.

Organized Yahoos will become a disaster in the future.

But this is not something that Hales and Hamos should consider. At this moment, they are facing the Yahu army that is coming like a tide and their faces are pale.

Faced with things beyond their understanding, they can do nothing but remain confused.

Fortunately, Hamos's adjutant was still conscious. He quickly snatched the flare from Hamos's hand and fired it at the fastest speed in his life.

Hamos finally woke up from his dazed state. He quickly gave orders, asking the army to stop advancing immediately and defend on the spot.

They can only hope that Roland, who plays Viscount Dorothy, and his wife can save them.

Of course, the focus is on his wife.

No one expected much from Playboy.

Seeing that the Pruden Kingdom Army stopped, Yehu was not in a hurry. They quickly completed the encirclement, and subsequent support troops also arrived continuously.

Under the command of the governors, Yehu did not launch an attack, but continued to gather.

The morale of the Pruden Kingdom's army, which was surrounded on a small hill, was low. The soldiers numbly loaded bullets, wiped their bayonets and dug trenches, with despair written all over their faces.

If the enemy numbered only a few thousand, they could laugh and cheer; if the enemy numbered ten or twenty thousand, they would have to sit up and fight seriously.

But the number of enemies clearly exceeded 100,000. Even if the breech-loader had a fast reload speed, the negative impact of barrel overheating had to be considered.

If we form a firepower network to suppress the enemy, the bullet reserves and gun barrels will not be able to withstand it; if we aim and shoot, there is simply not enough time, and at most we can kill a few thousand people before the position is breached.

They have reached a theoretical impasse.

If they were not facing the brutal Yahoo, they would even want to surrender.

Unable to fight, unable to defend, unable to surrender, and with nowhere to run, one can imagine the soldiers' despair.

In desperate situations, some people's blood was aroused. The warriors from the north of the kingdom even took off their coats and went into battle shirtless, ready to fight hand-to-hand with the enemy after their ammunition ran out.

Hamos and Hales stood on the top of the hill, silently observing the battle.

After an unknown amount of time, Hales couldn't help but sigh and asked, "What are they waiting for?"

"Wait until it gets dark."

Hamos' voice was hoarse and tired as he looked at the setting sun and the enemy who were getting into attack position and making final preparations.

He could understand Hales' mentality. The atmosphere of despair would be pervasive because of silence. Instead of waiting to die, it would be better to think of a solution, even if it was just to struggle a little longer.

Who wants to die if he can live?
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said calmly: "At least one thousand soldiers and more than five thousand residents have been evacuated to a safe area. Guess what honorary title we will be awarded posthumously?"

"No chance at all? Viscount Dorothy promised."

Hales laughed halfway through his words.

If promises were useful, this world would have been a harmonious paradise long ago.

Promises will only be fulfilled under one condition: when there is a profit to be made.

Viscount Dorothy is here to gild himself, not to die.

Even if he doesn't keep his promise, can I still crawl out of hell and settle the score with him?

Moreover, no one can blame him in this situation. Failure to fulfill a promise due to force majeure is not considered breaking a promise, but just helplessness.

"It looks like we won't see the sun tomorrow."

Hales stared greedily at the last rays of the setting sun, and murmured softly, "It's so beautiful. As long as you remember the light of the sun, you won't feel the darkness even in hell."

Hamos didn't understand the romance of intellectuals, but he also stared at the sunset.

He simply thought that today's sunset was beautiful and the clouds were like burning flames.

No matter how long the day, night will eventually fall.

As night fell, the battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Hamos leaned against a large rock, closed his eyes and gathered his strength.

This is his last battle, and he must kill a few more monkeys to let them understand the bloodiness of Pruden's soldiers.

Beside him Hales was cleaning his bayonet.

He had received no formal military training, and his gun didn't even have bullets, so he could only use his rifle bayonet as a spear.

"Maybe I should add a grip to the gun handle so it can attack farther." Hales showed a rare sense of humor.

"No, that won't work. The gun barrel is too long for you to use, and the makeshift gun handle may fall off."

Hamos said seriously.

Hales shook his head. This was the Prudens, the humorless Prudens. Did professionalism really matter at this point?
He gripped the gun tightly, looked up at the dark night sky, and his heartbeat gradually quickened.

Here comes Yehu.

They launched their attack under the cover of night. The long and mournful sound of the horn tore through the silence of the night, marking the beginning of the bloody massacre tonight.

Yehu's attack was very layered. They launched attacks in batches from multiple directions, which allowed them to maximize their manpower while not being torn apart instantly by the firepower network.

The enemy commander is a cold-blooded genius.

Hamos thought silently.

He really couldn't do it, either so cold-blooded or so efficient.

A commander of this caliber is qualified to be ranked as an army general even in the Pruden Kingdom, which is full of famous generals.

He didn't lose unjustly.

Gunshots rang out, and whistling bullets hit the long-haired Yahoos in the first row of charging.

The unfortunate Yehu fell down with a scream and died soon after.

Some of the Yehu were trampled to death by the soldiers in the back row before they even had time to scream.

No one would stop for the seriously injured person lying on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Hamos felt even more depressed.

He didn't understand why the Yehu had become an organized, disciplined and serious army in a short period of time. After all, their previous performance was quite humorous.

The kingdom may have gotten in trouble with some dirty stuff that should not be messed with.

"Long live the kingdom! Fire!"

The company commander at the front let out an angry roar and gunfire rang out again.

The sound of the volley this time was noticeably sparse, with the bullets flying out one after another, and it did not create the shocking effect of knocking down an entire line of soldiers with a single volley.

While the total kill count is about the same, the visuals are completely different.

The fall of dozens of Yehus had no effect on the situation at all, and even aroused the Yehus' ferocity.

They shouted and charged faster.

"Hailes, my friend, we have to say goodbye."

"Where shall we meet?" Hales asked teasingly with a smile.

"If possible, the Gin Bar in Pinewood City." Hamos showed a rare smile.

The Gin Bar is the top bar in the capital city of Songlin, with a luxury and nobility that is totally inconsistent with its name.

The people who can consume there are either rich or noble. I heard that there are also beautiful women from various countries in the continent. As long as you pay enough gold coins, you can be their groom for the whole night.

From any angle, the Gin Bar is the most ambiguous starlight under the night sky of Songlin City, and it is also the delicate desire that these grassroots officials cannot touch.

"You finally understand humor."

Hales took a deep breath and glanced at Hamos out of the corner of his eye, his eyes always focused on the approaching Yehu.

He could even see the hair on Yehu's face and his red eyes in the front row.

That's one kind.
Blank eyes?
Hales was slightly stunned. He couldn't imagine that the eyes of a reckless man who didn't care about his life when charging would be so blank, as if it was not him who was charging.

A terrible thought came to Hales' mind.

"They are being manipulated and are not afraid of death at all!"

"Yes, this is not a bad thing. At least their ability to respond will be very poor." Hamos calmly pulled the trigger and shot Captain Yehu, who was leading the charge, in the head, killing him.

He pulled the bolt skillfully and continued shooting.

When the Yehu were less than five meters away, he fired his last bullet, raised his rifle, and charged at the Yehu group.

Before charging, he smiled and reminded Hales again.

"Remember, Gin Bar, I'll be waiting for you."

He certainly didn't understand the humor, but was a serious invitation.

Although the possibility of survival is slim, he remembers that a bishop said half a year ago that the trajectory of his fate is very strange. Although there are many disasters, there is always a ray of hope that can turn danger into safety.

Since fate had already arranged it, he didn't have to think too much and just had to hold his rifle tightly when charging.

Of course, Hales didn't know what Hamos was thinking, he could only admire him.

To remain calm in the face of death is what a true warrior does.

Hamos is worthy of the name of a warrior.

Hamos killed a random enemy with a powerful shot, then stepped back half a step, dodged Yehu's stone spear, and stabbed the enemy in front of him to death with his backhand.

Does the dawn of hope really exist?
He couldn't help but look up.

The moment he looked up, his eyes were almost blinded by the sudden dazzling light.

The dark night turned into day in an instant.

The Yahus looked up blankly, then covered their eyes and screamed.

Some cunning human soldiers did not rush to look up, but stabbed the enemies in front of them to death first.

Almost all the soldiers who raised their heads had their eyes burned by the light, including Hamos who was exhausted from the battle.

The moment he saw the dawn, his last bit of strength was exhausted and he fainted.

Before he fell into a coma, his last moments of consciousness gradually faded.

"Is it an angel coming to take me to heaven?"

Of course not, it’s just that reinforcements have arrived.

Although the reinforcements only included Roland and Lisa, they were enough.

Lisa's magic power is consumed greatly, and continuing to cast large-scale magic may cause irreversible damage.

Roland certainly wouldn't let her take risks and directly banned her from using magic.

Of course Pruden wants to rescue him, he will help.

If they can't be saved, it's just their bad luck. He has tried his best.

Roland did try his best.

He even considered the pros and cons of the Holy Light skill and chose a style of play that would maximize the damage.

Use the Prudens as bait to gather as many Yehu as possible, and finally use Holy Light to clear the field in one go.

In order to achieve his goal, he could not notify Hamos in advance. He could only let Hamos unleash his maximum potential in the desperate situation and delay time as much as possible.

He finally got his chance.

As Pruden's army suffered more casualties, Yehu's army continued to concentrate.

Although most Yahoos are puppets, the habits ingrained in their bones will not change.

They like to hang out in groups and will be scared if they are alone.

Even on the battlefield.

Roland seized the opportunity and poured all his stored holy energy into it at once.

The sky turned into day and the earth was filled with divine energy.

The Yahus jumped wildly as if their feet were burned and were unable to attack at all.

The divine energy fell like raindrops, and the Yehu who was hit died without a sound.

Seeing the "hissing" sound of Yehu's body evaporating after being infused with holy energy, Roland certainly knew the mastermind behind them.

Darkin.

They are coming.

Take the territory that belongs to them according to the agreement. (End of this chapter)