I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 75 75. Eggs and Milk Are Always the Sharpest Weapons of Faith

This so-called war lasted only a little over twenty minutes.

Strictly speaking, the war ended the moment they clashed with the elite city defense force of Treecrown City.

From beginning to end, the greatest loss suffered by the Church army was when two soldiers accidentally bumped their heads while trying to steal a kill.

This was a complete and utter victory, but in Leyal's mind, if the enemy couldn't even put up a fight, what right did they have to call it a war?

Of the three thousand troops of Treecrown City, less than two hundred remained.

What would happen to these people depended on the accusations of the citizens of Treecrown City.

Those who hadn't done anything bad would be sentenced to reform through labor, and those who had…

Each person was divided into five groups to attack the Magical Beast Forest.

Hooves pounded over the rubble left after the collapse of the city walls, and Leyal slowly entered the city under the escort of the army.

The citizens of Treecrown City hid in their houses and ruins, peering out cautiously.

Occupying a city is the easiest part; the difficult part is how to maintain stable rule afterward.

However, Ian had already laid the groundwork.

Riding his horse to the central square of Treecrown City, Harlen began the final operations.

The banners of the Church of the Dawn fluttered in the sky above the square, and Harlen shouted with all his might.

"The army of the Church of the Dawn, by the oracle of the Dawn, will from this day forward bring Treecrown City under the divine radiance of the Dawn!"

"All followers of the Dawn can receive a portion of eggs and bread!"

No need to say more.

With the banner of the Dawn planted here, coupled with the classic egg and bread offensive.

The civilians who had been cowering in their houses just a moment ago swarmed over in the blink of an eye.

A week of faith promotion, combined with the show of force just now, and finally, the food lure of eggs and bread.

Under this combination of punches, the faith of the Dawn produced a wonderful chemical reaction in the hearts of the citizens of Treecrown City.

Treecrown City, which Lyman and the Cleveland family had managed for many years, was transformed into the soil of the Dawn's faith in an instant.

Especially after the citizens of Treecrown City actually ate the bread, prayers arose everywhere.

The citizens here now only recognized the Church of the Dawn.

If the king came and said something bad about the Dawn, he would be slapped a few times.

"The power of faith…"

Leyal chuckled and turned to leave.

He led his men on horseback around the city, counted the number of infected zombies in the dungeon, and reinforced the prison cells.

Later, these zombies would be carefully selected, and the civilians would be restored to their original state.

Those related to the Cleveland and Lyman families would be sent out to bask in the sun.

After finishing the tour, Leyal called Harlen over.

"Take two hundred Church soldiers and one hundred Winged Clan warriors to temporarily garrison Treecrown City, and the rest of the army will return to the Starting Ground."

"His Holiness the Pope will send clergy to station in Treecrown City. If there is any situation, let the Winged Clan send a message at any time."

Harlen nodded in agreement, and Leyal didn't stay any longer. He asked Uriel and the others to bring as much of the Cleveland and Lyman families' treasures as possible and sent the army back.

With the speed of the horses in the MC world, one day was enough for the Church army to return to the Starting Ground.

However, Leyal chose to have the Winged Clan fly him back, the faster the return journey, the better.

Cleveland and Lyman had to be handed over to Ian as soon as possible.

…

The speed of the Winged Clan was known throughout the continent. Even with the burden of carrying Leyal and the others, they could still return to the Starting Ground in two hours.

The sun had just passed its zenith when Leyal brought the Winged Clan and the two families' prisoners back to the castle square.

"Your Holiness, I have not failed my mission!"

Leyal said with a smile.

"Excluding the day spent on the road, this battle…"

Before he could finish speaking, Leyal's rhythm was interrupted by Ian.

"Let's not talk about these things first."

Ian ignored the groaning Clevelands and others on the ground and looked Leyal up and down.

"You came back so quickly, Uriel and the others brought you back, right?"

Leyal was a little puzzled, but he still nodded.

"That's right, I was eager to report to you, so I first let the Winged Clan bring me back. Apart from the army stationed in Treecrown City, the other troops are already on their way and will be back within a day."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"So… how did Uriel and the others bring you back? Could it be that they carried you on their backs?"

Just thinking about Leyal, this dignified old gentleman, lying on Uriel's back, the fierce wind in the air messing up his silver hair, but he still wore a serious expression.

This contrasting scene made Ian couldn't help but want to laugh.

Leyal's face fell, he glanced at Uriel and the others, and said in a low voice:

"Your Holiness, I don't think this matter is important now!"

"Alright."

Ian beckoned, signaling Markov to come forward, and said with a grin:

"Take these guests to enjoy the Dawn's hospitality."

"Markov, Holy Knight, they are too noisy, I will cut off their tongues first, and remember to use regeneration potions when interrogating them."

"Understood, Bishop Leyal."

Markov smiled grimly and led the knights away with the people from the Cleveland and Lyman families.

Ian then looked at Uriel and the others and said gently:

"Thank you for your hard work, Uriel."

This sentence was more effective than a shot of chicken blood. Uriel immediately turned red with excitement and thumped his chest heavily.

"For the Dawn and His Holiness the Pope, we are willing to give our lives!"

"Moreover, with the protection of the great Dawn and His Holiness the Pope, we have achieved an amazing victory with zero casualties. It's not hard work at all!"

"The truly hard work should be done by His Holiness the Pope, who cares about the children of the Dawn!"

Leyal glanced at Uriel silently. This guy was really a talent.

After joining the Dawn, his strength hadn't improved much, but his flattery skills had increased day by day.

Was this still the iron-blooded strongman who shouted "Charge" hoarsely in the face of tens of thousands of demons?

Fortunately, Ian had heard enough flattery, and this little skill wasn't enough to move him.

His expression remained gentle, and he nodded slightly.

"You should go and rest first. Treecrown City is just the beginning, and there will be more to do next. Adjust your state to better fight for the Dawn."

"Yes!"

A moment later, only Ian and Leyal were left in the castle.

Leyal put down his airs.

"Master Ian, there are still more than four hundred infected zombie citizens in Treecrown City."

Ian nodded and said:

"Later, identify these infected people, and then take the antidote there."

"Is there anything noteworthy about this battle?"

Leyal thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, the war went smoothly. Almost in one encounter, Treecrown City completely collapsed. The knights and mages raised by the Cleveland and Lyman families were all annihilated."

"It's just that we were in a hurry to come back, and we didn't have time to search the treasuries of these two families. We only brought some gold coins and books on knights and magic."

Ian raised an eyebrow, took a few books, glanced at them, and quickly lost interest, handing them to Lesia.

"Put them in the castle library, whoever is interested can go and learn them."

The Cleveland and Lyman families' knight cultivation methods were quite crude compared to the Forbes family's inheritance.

Only those magic books were a bit interesting, but the magic recorded was very low-level, mostly fireballs, ice balls, wind bullets, and the like.

Ian didn't care about this stuff.

With the MC world, he was the strongest knight even without cultivation. Similarly, with the MC world gate, Ian would definitely not lack magic in the future.

If these books were from the Elven race, Ian would be interested in reading them.

"Master Ian, I have carefully observed this battle."

Leyal didn't care about Ian's handling of the books, but after pondering for a moment, he made up his mind.

"The Church soldiers of the Church of the Dawn, as well as the Winged Clan, have engraved their devotion to the Dawn into their bones, meeting your standards for fanatics."

"When are you planning to add some manpower to our exploration of the Dawn's Heavenly Kingdom?"

"Our Church of the Dawn is spreading wider and wider. Relying on just a few of us, not to mention anything else, just transporting supplies is not enough."

To be honest, Leyal didn't really want to mention this matter.

The MC world was Ian's private and great land. Their ability to enter the MC world meant Ian's utmost trust. To Leyal, this was a more important honor than life.

Who would want to share this honor?

But the current Church of the Dawn really needed to expand its core circle.

Take the newly conquered Treecrown City as an example.

To detoxify the hundreds of zombie citizens of Treecrown City, relying on Leyal and the others to transport materials such as golden apples would probably take two or three trips.

Subsequently, the construction of Treecrown City, the recruitment of troops, large-scale construction, and other works would involve the transportation of a large amount of resources.

How many trips would Leyal and the others have to make to build Treecrown City?

This was just the beginning. The expansion of the Church of the Dawn would not stop. Relying on just a few of them, how many cities could they develop?

Regarding the development of the Church of the Dawn, Leyal had to mention it. With his grasp of people's hearts, he could see the loyalty and fanaticism of Uriel and the others.

He could guarantee that Uriel and the others would not have any malicious intentions towards Ian's MC world and would cherish this glory as carefully as they did.

Coincidentally, after Ian's observation of Uriel and the others during this period, he also recognized their faith.

"I will consider this matter."

After thinking for a moment, Ian nodded in agreement. Leyal breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

This glory, shared by Master Ian, would accommodate more newcomers.

Perhaps they would no longer be special.

"However…"

Ian suddenly spoke again:

"We'll talk about it after I take you to slay a dragon."

"Master Ian…"

Leyal was stunned for a moment, looking at the smiling Ian, his heart churning, but he still suppressed this emotion.

Having stayed in the MC world for so long, he naturally understood what dragon slaying meant.

That was the highest achievement and glory recognized by Ian in the MC world.

Ian wanted to take them to slay a dragon, which only meant one thing.

No matter what stage the Church of the Dawn developed to, these people would always be Ian's most blatant favoritism.

"Yes! I understand, Master Ian!"

"It's good that you understand, there's one more thing…"

Ian hesitated slightly and couldn't help but ask:

"I'm still very curious, how exactly did you get brought back by the Winged Clan?"

"Master Ian!"

Leyal was embarrassed. After a long while, looking at Ian's persistent face, the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and Leyal sighed.

"Anyway, I wasn't carried back."

"Got it! You were dragged back!"