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Chapter 71: A Just and Honorable War

Ever since Ian used the golden apple to heal the believers injured by zombies, the apple has become a fruit symbolizing holiness and miracles within the Dawn Church.

Lear and the others weren't surprised, as Ian had used golden apples to heal zombie villagers in the MC world before.

Although after the treatment, these villagers were thrown by Ian to generate electricity…

But such things were common, and indeed not worth their amazement.

But for Uriel and the others, this was unbelievable.

For so many years that the Hundred Races of the Rhode Continent had fought against the Demon Race, they had never heard of a life that had been transformed into an undead creature, basically equivalent to death.

Could it actually be restored to its original state!

Frankly speaking, what was the difference between this and resurrection?

But as one believer after another awakened, and understood what had happened, they knelt on the ground in gratitude, shouting Ian's mercy.

This outrageous thing that no one would believe if it were said, became a reality.

It turned out that under the gaze of the Dawn, the destined death of life could also be denied by the Dawn.

At this moment, Uriel sincerely realized the value of Ian's words, "What the children of Dawn will become, only Dawn can decide."

So…

If a loyal child of the Dawn dies in battle, they will also follow the Dawn to ascend to heaven, this thing…

Must be true!

Before long, all the believers who had turned into zombies were resurrected, and Ian hadn't used up all his materials.

So, he used the remaining golden apples and potions of weakness to rescue some zombies from Canopy City.

"Your Holiness… why waste such precious miracles on these demons?"

Uriel was a little puzzled, but Ian's expression was compassionate.

"Look closely, how are they different from the infected believers."

After a moment of recollection, Uriel probably understood that these so-called demons were probably also victims.

It's just…

"They are not children of the Dawn…"

Hania muttered in a low voice. In her opinion, these people who did not believe in the Dawn were not qualified to receive the blessings of the Dawn.

Ian just waved his hand.

"The Dawn is merciful. Even if they are not yet believers of the Dawn, why can't we give them a chance to find their own hearts?"

"I believe that they are also lost sheep, waiting for the redemption of the Dawn."

These words naturally earned everyone's prayers of "Dawn is merciful."

However, Lear's apples and splash potions of weakness weren't very many. In the end, less than a hundred of these hundreds of zombie villagers from Canopy City were restored.

At this time, they were standing there blankly, dazed.

Judging from their images, if there were no surprises, they were all ordinary citizens of Canopy City.

Ian didn't remember asking Markov and the others to throw the zombies into ordinary residential areas.

"The hands of those two old things in Canopy City are really ruthless."

Ian sneered in his heart, but he wasn't surprised. With their cold-bloodedness and brutality, it was not surprising that they would do such a thing.

But in the end, these people were also pitiful. Their transformation was inextricably linked to Ian.

Although Ian didn't regret what he had asked Markov to do, he wouldn't just leave them alone.

Since he released the zombie virus, he naturally had the responsibility and the confidence to solve it.

It's just…

He would wait until he had taken Canopy City into his pocket before speaking.

"Father Matthew, I'll leave this place to you. Let the believers go back to rest first, and please take care of these foreign children first."

Ian retracted his thoughts, instructed Old Matthew, and then said:

"Go back to the meeting, Uriel, you come too."

"Yes! Your Holiness."

They came in a hurry, and finally left in a hurry.

This back and forth was just a matter of solving a minor disturbance that was not worth mentioning.

And the real storm was just about to begin.

…

Inside the City Lord's Mansion conference room.

Ian sat upright at the head, Lear and the others stood on both sides, while Uriel and Hania knelt in the field.

Ian didn't blame them, but they felt ashamed to sit down because their work had gone so wrong, which could be regarded as pleading guilty with thorns on their backs.

"Your Holiness, tonight's events have reminded us."

Lear said meaningfully:

"We do want to quietly listen to the teachings of the Dawn and unite our strength to fight against the Demon Race, but many people don't think so."

"On the Canopy City side, the Cleveland and Lyman families have coveted us for a long time. This is not the first time they have plotted against us."

"As the saying goes, there won't be a third time after the second. Your Holiness, it's time for us to take action."

Ian nodded slightly. If Uriel and Hania weren't here, he would have cursed the Cleveland and Lyman families' ancestors for eighteen generations.

But if there were outsiders present…

"The real demon is in the heart."

"Facts have proved that not everyone is qualified to receive the grace of the Dawn. Before the Dawn descends and defeats the shadow of the Demon Race, we need a great cleansing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Markov, who was eager to try, hadn't opened his mouth to ask for a battle, but Uriel gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Holiness, the Winged Race asks to fight Canopy City! Under the protection of the Dawn, we can bring Canopy City into the domain of the Dawn in just one day."

"Let those real demons be turned into ashes by the divine power of the Dawn!"

They had just joined Blackwater City, and hadn't made any contributions yet. Instead, they almost made a big mistake because of some omissions.

The Winged Race was almost ashamed to death, and they hated the culprits of this matter, the Cleveland and Lyman families of Canopy City, so much that they couldn't wait to skin them alive.

What if the great Dawn and His Holiness thought they were incompetent because of this matter?

The Winged Race couldn't lose this opportunity!

"Be safe and don't be impatient."

Ian raised his hand to interrupt Uriel, pondered for a moment, and then a gleam flashed in his eyes.

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"Uriel, you must understand that Canopy City is just an insignificant individual case. The matter of Canopy City has made us understand where the real demon is."

"On the Rhode Continent, where the Demon Race is rampant today, how many cities are like this? How many innocent lambs are being persecuted?"

Ian's tone became more and more emotional, revealing a strong bewitching power.

"This world is full of filth! Perhaps our eyes shouldn't be limited to Canopy City and the Demon Race…"

"So… Uriel, I want you to lead the Winged Race to do something."

Uriel clasped his fists with a snap and said in a deep voice:

"Where His Holiness points is where the Winged Race will sacrifice their lives! No matter what it is, the Winged Race will perfectly complete it for His Holiness!"

"Very good!"

Ian nodded with satisfaction.

"Go hand out leaflets!"

"? ? ?"

…

After a long time.

Uriel excitedly took Hania away to carry out the order to hand out leaflets.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, only their own people were left.

Fortunately, everyone's demeanor and speech were not so rigid anymore.

Lear frowned, looking puzzled:

"Young Master Ian, why bother so much? Canopy City only has more than three thousand troops."

"With the current strength of our Papal Army, even if we send out a hundred people, with the alchemy potion, we can pacify Canopy City in half a day. Why bother with a propaganda war?"

Ian chuckled, got up and stood in front of the window, looking at the Blackwater City at night.

"Lear, what is it called when the Demon Race attacks the territory of the Hundred Races Alliance?"

"Invasion!"

"Then what is it called when the Hundred Races Alliance attacks the Demon Race's territory?"

"Counterattack!"

"Which title sounds better?"

Looking sideways at Lear, who was somewhat dazed, the latter remained silent, and Ian shook his head.

"Our current strength is indeed unparalleled, but you must understand that conquest is easy, but governance is difficult."

"In this world, everything is about seeking a title."

"If we forcibly conquer Canopy City with force, how much time will it take to win the hearts of the people of Canopy City?"

"How will the Hundred Races Alliance view the Dawn Church? If we make the Hundred Races Alliance wary of us, how long will it take us to resolve their vigilance and bring them into our fold?"

"This is a self-justification trap, and the best way to escape this trap is to let others argue for us!"

"So… I want faith to come first! At that time, this war will be called liberation."

Ian raised his hand and placed it on the cold glass.

The heat from his palm spread on the glass, and the white mist on the glass also expanded outward from his palm.

The smile on Ian's lips became more and more profound.

"Lear, you must understand that once this war begins, it cannot be stopped by just one Canopy City."

"What we want should not only be Canopy City, but also the Bilka Principality, the Pris Kingdom, the Human Race, the Elf Race… the entire Hundred Races Alliance."

"The foundation has been laid, and what follows is the Dawn's endless expansion and conversion."

"The Dawn Church, in the final analysis, is a Papal rule disguised as benevolence, but this rule is only in faith."

"In this case, what this war needs most is not victory, but four words."

Turning his head suddenly, Ian's eyes were stern, and he said word by word:

"Just and Honorable!"

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