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

Chapter 89 89. This batch of demons is Dawn's gift for the expedition!

Now, Ian is using Dawn's banner more and more smoothly.

And in this ignorant Roderick Continent, the weight of the word 'faith' far exceeded Ian's imagination.

To put it bluntly, the Dawn Divine Church is converting batches of die-hards all the time.

Of course, Ian wouldn't see them that way. The power of the Holy See goes from top to bottom, falling on the cornerstones composed of individual believers.

Finally, these cornerstones are piled up day after day, raising the Holy See and Ian high.

Ian formed the Holy See not for the ideal of universal harmony; he had many selfish motives.

After all, in his previous life, in his homeland with thousands of years of civilization, only one selfless great sage had appeared.

Ian can't do that, but he doesn't mind trying to make his believers live better, establishing a rule in this Roderick Continent that is without demons and as fair as possible.

For this battle, Ian and the believers of the Dawn Divine Church personally saw them off and cheered them on.

At the city gate, Ian placed his scepter on the shoulder of Markov, who was kneeling on one knee, and said calmly:

"Markov, I require you to ensure that all the Dawn Knights and Night Watchers return safely. Can you do it?"

Markov nodded heavily.

"Under the protection of Dawn, if even one person sacrifices, may His Holiness the Pope dismiss me from my position!"

"Very good…"

Ian smiled with relief, raised his scepter, and said loudly:

"Depart…"

Before the next word could be said, a violent explosion rang out outside the city.

If the Land of Origin hadn't been completely converted to MC materials, this one explosion would have caused a massive earthquake, collapsing many buildings.

Ian frowned slightly, turning his head to look at the sky outside the city.

Just now, the sky was clear and cloudless, but at this moment, it was dyed black by a black-purple halo emanating from the ground.

A violent aura came from outside the city.

"This aura…"

Uriel was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

"Damn demons, how dare they! They dare to attack the great Land of Origin!"

Ian's expression returned to calm as he led the crowd up the city wall.

Standing on the twenty-meter-high city wall, he looked out.

In an area about three kilometers outside the Land of Origin, the earth was torn open, revealing a deep purple-black spatial rift.

"The Abyss!"

A cold glint flashed in Ian's eyes.

He glanced at the rear. The believers of Dawn were only slightly surprised, then whispered to each other indifferently, as if they didn't take the Abyss seriously.

In their conversations, there was mostly laughter.

They really weren't afraid of the Abyss.

Back when the Dawn Knights hadn't completed their reorganization, their Pope had led a dozen people to wipe out tens of thousands of demons.

The head of that Mind Flayer commander was still hanging on the cross outside the city.

Now, the Dawn Knights had completed their reorganization, and the Winged Clan army had also finished re-equipping.

Within the Land of Origin, there were more than four thousand Dawn Knight heavy cavalry, a thousand Winged Clan warriors, and countless Dawn Guardians.

Demons appearing here?

Wasn't that just sending demon heads over?

In fact, the believers' performance was only average. Look at the Dawn Knights and the Night Watchers led by Uriel.

Each of them was excitedly clenching their weapons, eagerly looking at Ian, waiting for Ian to give the order to let them start fighting directly.

Before the great battle to attack the Duchy of Bilka, some appetizers were more than appropriate.

Ian nodded slightly, this mentality was very good.

It was worth investing so many resources to arm them. If they really retreated like other human soldiers when they saw demons, Ian would have fired all these people on the spot.

"Please let me through! I have something urgent to tell His Holiness the Pope!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the rear of the army. Lyal looked back and saw that it was those few elves, arguing with the Dawn heavy cavalry.

He glanced at Ian and saw that he didn't express anything. Lyal beckoned, signaling the Dawn heavy cavalry to let them through.

Fishley ran over quickly, not even bothering to thank Lyal, and said hurriedly:

"Your Holiness the Pope, this is a small Abyss. It seems that there must be a large demon army inside."

"While this small Abyss is still brewing, quickly send someone to defeat the core of the Abyss, otherwise it will be too late!"

Fishley spoke sincerely, but Ian didn't listen to her and immediately send someone to defeat the Abyss.

He just pondered Fishley's words for a while, and said thoughtfully:

"A small Abyss? How can you be sure that there must be a large demon army inside? According to existing experience, not all Abyss have armies, right?"

"I…"

Fishley stalled, her eyes dodging and not daring to meet Ian's gaze.

Possessing a special talent for detecting and seeing through people's hearts, she now felt that Ian was even more skilled at peering into people's hearts than she was.

"Lady Fishley is the most talented druid mage in our clan. Her detection skills are unparalleled. She can see it."

Califa spoke up to help Fishley out of the predicament.

"I see…"

Ian smiled and withdrew his gaze.

He didn't believe a word of what the elf said.

The clear definition of a small Abyss, the existence of demons inside the Abyss.

If the elves hadn't passed this information to her, then Ian shouldn't be the Pope.

It seemed that, as he thought, the elves did know a lot of secret information about the Abyss and the demons.

However, he didn't know what purpose the elves were hiding it for. If it was based on the elves' sincere heart to resist demons…

Most likely, this news wasn't very optimistic, fearing that it would undermine the confidence of the Hundred Clan Alliance, so they hid it?

In any case, Ian was now looking forward to chatting with the elves in detail, but he couldn't let them see it. The initiative must be in his hands.

"Your Holiness the Pope…"

Lyal leaned close to Ian's ear and whispered.

“These few elves are very powerful…”

Ian glanced at Leyar, who understood and added:

“Much stronger than me. I’m afraid I’d need the Ender Pearl and the Great Katana, plus alchemical potions, to even fight them.”

Even fight, not sure of winning?

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the elves' foundation was much more solid than he had imagined.

This race favored by heaven and earth is truly exaggerated.

Fishli naturally didn't know what Ian was thinking. She didn't dare to use detection techniques on Ian, and even if she did, she wouldn't see anything.

She just watched the abyss entrance expand like a vortex, devouring something indescribable.

Fishli became more and more anxious.

After brewing for so long, I'm afraid it's not just a simple undead legion inside, but a main force unit under one of the Seven Demon Kings.

“Your Holiness the Pope! We can't wait any longer!”

Fishli pleaded bitterly:

“Once this abyss takes shape, it cannot be compared to other abysses at all! By then, even if you can resist, I'm afraid there will be great losses.”

“We must defeat the core of the abyss in time to prevent it from continuing to absorb the source. If you are worried, you can let our elves destroy it!”

Ian turned his head and asked curiously:

“Source?”

Fishli stopped talking.

Ian smiled and didn't ask any further. In this moment, he already knew enough.

This abyss suddenly appeared outside the city of the Land of Origin, storing a large number of demon legions…

No matter how you look at it, Ian didn't think this was a coincidence.

If there are no accidents, are there probably all Mind Flayers inside?

Almost as soon as this thought appeared, the abyss's swallowing stopped.

Immediately afterwards, like spitting, a large number of undead warriors were sent out of the abyss.

Following closely behind…

Was row after row of Mind Flayer warriors and Mind Flayer mages.

Densely packed, numbering as many as four or five thousand.

Adding the undead legion, I'm afraid there are thirty or forty thousand.

“It's over! It's the Domain of Arrogance… so many…”

Fishli's face was pale, and she tightly pressed against the edge of the city wall.

The strong demonic aura condensed in the air, completely covering the clear sky.

But facing such a fierce battle situation, a demon army of thirty to forty thousand who came prepared, Ian just chuckled and muttered to himself.

“Not even pretending anymore…”

Leyar also understood and said in a low voice:

“Your Holiness the Pope, this is coming for us.”

“Of course, I can see it… I can even guess whose doing this is, do you believe it?”

Ian joked, then his eyes gradually turned cold.

“I just don’t know… if it’s a test, or if they are underestimating us.”

Leyar remembered what Ian had said before, the black-winged being he saw when destroying the abyss.

After carefully examining the advancing demons, he said in a low voice:

“Your Holiness the Pope, they are not very strong. If the Dawn Knights attack and the Night Watchers carry out an air raid, we don’t even need to defend the city; one charge is enough to take them down.”

“Markov and I can execute a beheading tactic and wipe out these demons in one fell swoop.”

Ian raised his hand to stop Leyar.

“No need.”

After saying that, Ian slowly stepped forward, approached the city wall, and said faintly:

“Isn’t he trying to watch? I will let him see clearly whether the Church of Dawn is something he can plot against.”

“I just hope he doesn’t drop his jaw.”

Leyar was stunned for a moment and looked at Ian with suspicion.

“You want to…”

Ian didn't answer, but turned around and faced the army of the Church of Dawn, ready to attack.

“Do you see it, children? The Dawn is always watching and loving you.”

These words stunned not only the elves, but even Uriel and the others.

They looked at Ian with confusion, and then at the advancing demons below.

Ian pointed casually and smiled:

“Knowing that our Church of Dawn is about to go on an expedition, the Dawn specially sent this great gift of demons to cheer us on.”

“This time, with the blessing of the Dawn, the battle to capture the Duchy of Bilka will be invincible!”

Hearing this, the army finally understood Ian's meaning.

They were also infected by Ian's confidence, raised their weapons high, and roared hoarsely.

“Victory! Victory! Victory!”

Ian raised his hand, and the place instantly quieted down.

“The Dawn has felt your will, but your strength should be reserved for those who tarnish unity.”

“These insignificant demons will be dealt with by me, personally demonstrating the divine power of the Dawn.”

In the next moment, Ian stepped out and fell towards the city wall.

“Your Holiness the Pope!”

Matthew and others were shocked and quickly ran to the edge of the city wall, but before they could get close, a burst of violent wind, accompanied by a roar that shook the wilderness, swirled up from below the city wall.

A black-purple behemoth rose from the ground, circling in the sky, and the roar from its flapping wings tore apart the dark clouds in the sky.

“Dragon… it’s a dragon!”

Henderson was shocked and sat down on the ground.

Even Matthew and others were shocked, let alone these elves.

Fishli looked up at the sky with a bewildered expression.

On top of that dark, domineering, giant dragon, like a small city.

There was a golden-white spot of light. Staring intently, Fishli was lost in thought.

Ian stood on top of the Ender Dragon's head, holding a golden scepter. The fierce wind in the air made his papal robes flutter.

“Gaze upon me, soldiers!”

Ian’s voice spread throughout the Land of Origin.

“I will use the blood of demons to see you off!”