What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

Every day, soldiers escaped from the camp under the cover of night. Soldiers would rather risk being discovered and beheaded than leave Arthas.

Every day, Arthas's army was seriously reduced. In the end, even the demon soldiers abandoned him, because they knew that as long as they followed Arthas, they would not be able to escape the vast ocean of people, so it would be better for them to escape alone!

Only by escaping from Arthas can there be a chance of survival.

In the end, Arthas had less than a hundred people around him, and they were short of food and clothing, so they could only kill horses to satisfy their hunger.

Arthas, who had nothing, ultimately failed to successfully cross the Feruman Empire and was caught by Zhu Chongba who came after hearing the news.

When Fran led her troops to Minsk, Arthas had already been placed under house arrest in a dungeon in Minsk.

The funny thing is that this dungeon was originally renovated by Arthas to imprison the clergy who opposed him, but now it is his turn as the instigator.

Fran and Christina came to the dungeon and saw Arthas tied up against a wall covered with dark red blood. He looked crazy and haggard, and did not look like an emperor at all.

"We meet again! Lord Fran..." After seeing Fran, a trace of clarity finally appeared in Arthas' crazy eyes.

"Yeah, we finally meet again." Fran sat opposite Arthas and said disdainfully, "I thought you would just commit suicide to apologize."

"Oh, suicide?" Arthas said, "I don't even bother to commit suicide. Do you think you are noble and great because you won the war? In my opinion, you are just a lackey! A minion who borrowed the power of the evil god! Although I lost, I will always be proud of what I have done."

These righteous words completely confused Fran.

Evil god? Running dog? Minion?

What is this talking about?

"What? You have the courage to do it, but not the courage to admit it?" Arthas looked at Fran's puzzled expression and immediately said disdainfully.

"Wait a moment..." Fran interrupted him, and then said, "What is the evil god's minions? I don't remember worshipping any evil gods. If there is an evil god who can give me a lot of money just by worshipping him twice, and doesn't require me to do anything, please recommend it to me."

"Humph! Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Arthas said, "You must have made some kind of deal with the evil god! Otherwise, why would you suddenly get so many firearms! It's like the dwarves making a deal with the dwarf god!"

"FN NDP!" After hearing this, Fran also said angrily: "Firearms are developed bit by bit through continuous research and innovation by us Orila people! What does it have to do with those gods! You can slander me, Fran, for cheating money, but you can't destroy the fruits of the hard work of the Orila compatriots!"

"Hmph! Whatever you say!" Arthas turned his head.

"You really pissed me off!" Fran said, "Why should I explain to you? You are a dying man, whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me. In my opinion, you are just trying to find an excuse for your failure!"

"You!" After hearing this, Arthas was speechless for a moment.

It is exactly as Fran said.

What if she really had a deal with the evil god? There was no need to hide it. In this world, people believed in gods and gained power from them. As long as they could bring power to the race, such gods would be worshipped sooner or later.

As for whether the gods are true gods or evil gods, that is even less of a question. As long as the power of the forces is large enough, black can be turned into white, and even necromancy can become the most sacred spell.

Seeing Fran's angry look, Arthas immediately fell into self-doubt.

Is it true that the city of Aurora does not worship evil gods?

"Artas, you'd better put yourself in the right place. I'm the one asking you questions, not you asking me!!" Fran said, "Tell me, where did you get your necromancy from?"

"Why, City Lord Fran is also interested in necromancy?"

"To be honest, I'm not interested." Fran said, "The flaws of the undead are too great, and the cost of producing them is very high. They are not as good as my firearms. Why should I go so far? I just want to understand it and better guard against this disgusting and evil technology."

Hearing Fran's ruthless evaluation, Arthas said: "Not as good as your firearms? But even so, I still killed the elves and your Vienna allies and made them flee in disarray."

"That's just because they were caught off guard." Fran said, "If you let the undead fight the elves again, do you think they will lose? Besides, the upper limit of necromancy is too low! No matter how many tricks they use, they can only drive human corpses to launch a sea of ​​corpses! But firearms will be improved. Now we have no way to resist the army of corpses.

It’s still just barely passable, but what about a few years later, or a dozen years later?”

Chapter 207 Multiple Identities

"It's not easy to improve a weapon!" Arthas said, "It's easy for you to say that."

"Compared to your necromancy, it is indeed much lighter." Fran said with a smile: "But... from your disdain for the gods just now, your necromancy did not come from any evil god. This is a little different from what we guessed. But whether it comes from the gods or not is actually not important."

"Not important?"

"Whether your necromancy comes from God or a miracle, it actually makes no difference in essence! You don't understand the principles of necromancy, let alone how this power is generated, how to improve it, and how to deduce it! You are just imitating and using it. Just like the dwarf's machinery, the elf's

It's the same magic. Tell me, is there any difference?"

"Of course there is a difference!" said Arthas.

"So, what's the difference?"

"The difference is..." Arthas opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless.

As for necromancy, they really won't improve it, they just use it.

Finally, he managed to utter a few words tremblingly: "At least, we won't be hunted down when we study necromancy, unlike the dwarves, who would be burned at the stake if they dared to study the internal structure of the core."

"That's a big difference." Fran said sarcastically, "But I remember there are gray dwarves in this world. They are still researching the core tirelessly."

Arthas said nothing.

"As long as you don't understand it, it doesn't matter where you get it from. You are just borrowing it, not using it. And in my opinion, your use of necromancy is too childish! Pulling the undead into battle? How shallow."

"shallow?"

"In my opinion, these corpses are extremely childish and cheap labor! The necromancer can drive them to dig pits in wasteland, build roads and bridges, mine and forge, and build the barren Feruman Empire! In this way, you don't even need to sacrifice soldiers or civilians to achieve your ideal. It's obviously a good method.

No, you used the lowest kind!"

After hearing this, Arthas opened his mouth in surprise.

He really hadn't thought of this level.

In other words, as a descendant of the Huang family, he has never thought about how food is produced or how roads are built since he was born, and he has no idea how the lower-class workers live.

"You keep talking about evil gods and gods. I can see that you hate gods very much." Fran said, "Can you tell me why?"

"Because the gods are complete parasites! They rely on the faith of their believers to grow stronger, and then they bind their believers with shackles and drive them with the whip of oracles, just to satisfy their own selfish desires. The original demon god was like this, and the current Holy Alliance is even more like this." Arthas said:

"If we want to live proudly in this world, we must break free from the shackles they have placed on us."

After hearing this, Fran's eyes showed a trace of doubt: "It's really strange. You grew up in a country like the Feruman Empire. Even if you later colluded with the demons, don't the demons believe in the devil? Why do you hate the gods so strongly? This doesn't make sense! As a member of the royal family, you shouldn't believe in the gods.

A clear vested interest."

Arthas turned his face away and said nothing.

"Well... if you don't want to talk about it, I have no interest in asking." Fran said, "But what's interesting is that although you keep saying how hateful the gods are, what you do seems to be worse than the gods! The gods only put an extra restraint around the waists of believers, but you directly strangled them with this restraint around their necks."

"You're talking nonsense! I'm clearly helping them break free from the shackles of the gods!"

"It doesn't matter what you said. The key is what you did! The elves still say they are the beacon of civilization! The dwarves still say they are the saviors of the world!" Fran said as she slapped a thick stack of notebooks on the table, and then said, "These are the evidence of your crime. Catherine, read it out!"

Catherine took the notebook and began to repeat what was written on it.

The population of Feruman Empire decreased by X million people.

X acres of cultivated land abandoned,

Direct property loss...

Indirect property damage...

"Your Majesty Arthas, is this what you always said, that you would free everyone from the shackles of God?" Fran looked at Arthas and said, "You are obviously a swordsman who is more terrifying than God! It is you who caused the Fruman Empire to be devastated! And you also dragged us into the war!"

After hearing this, Arthas was stunned, his face full of shock.

"Carry the things up." Fran said again.

Several soldiers held up a white cloth covered with bloody fingerprints.

"These are all accusations of your crimes by the people who wish to kill you! It is you who caused them to become homeless and separated from their families! You are not a revolutionary who opposes God at all! You are just a swordsman who executes himself for his own selfish desires!"

"No, I'm not..." Arthas's eyes showed madness again: "I'm not!!"

However, when he saw the dense handprints on the white cloth, his face immediately darkened, and he began to scream heartbreakingly: "Oh my God! What...what have I done??!"

Fran didn't say anything else. She just stayed quietly by the side, watching Arthas, who was sometimes crazy and sometimes depressed.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Arthas finally woke up again.

He looked at Fulan, but the hatred and madness in his eyes were gone. He spoke word by word: "City Lord Fulan, please answer me, did you make a deal with the evil god? Did everything you got come from the evil god?"

"I, the people of Orila City, do not believe in any gods." Fran said word by word, "Everything we produce and make comes from our own wisdom. The wisdom of ordinary people has nothing to do with gods! Otherwise, why would all the countries and forces come to buy our firearms? Isn't it because

Because as long as you master the principles and processes, you can manufacture it.”

"I... I should have thought of it earlier! Which god would be so generous to share knowledge and technology so selflessly with his believers, or even with unrelated foreign races! I!! What on earth have I done!!"

"It's too late to regret now. The dead cannot be resurrected." Fran said, "Why don't you tell me where this evil necromancy came from and what it does. This will also provide some prevention for those lucky survivors."

Arthas was silent for a while, then said: "Necromancer comes from my teacher..."

"Who is your teacher?"

"Su Helen."

"Su Hailun??!!"

Upon hearing the name, Fran jumped up from her chair in surprise.

Su Hailun is the current lord of Rainbow City, one of the four powerful saints in the entire continent, and also the most mysterious one.

Originally, Fran thought that Arthas's identities as the crown prince of the Feruman Empire and the demon necromancer were shocking enough, but she didn't expect that he was also a student of the Lord of Rainbow City.

Chapter 208: Arthas's Last Wish

"Yes, it's the mayor of your Rainbow City..."

"But why would the Lord of Rainbow City use necromancy..." Fran asked in surprise: "Also, where is she now?"

"She's dead."

"Dead?" Fran's eyes widened.

Theoretically, a Saint Domain warrior possesses a near-eternal lifespan, and with their powerful strength, they have no rivals in the entire world. I didn't expect that she would actually die.

"She died at the hands of Merlin." Asasa paused and said something even more important.

Merlin is the founder of Rainbow City. Her statue is still placed in front of Rainbow City.

"Merlin? Isn't that Su Hailun's teacher?" Christina at the side couldn't help but stood up and said, "And Merlin has been dead for a long time. How could a dead person kill someone, especially her student?"

"You are the Saint of the Shinra Church, right?" Arthas said, "From the looks of you, it seems that you don't know about the feud between Rainbow City and the Shinra Church."

The feud between Rainbow City and Shinra? What does this have to do with Shinra?

Christina was stunned.

When Christina took over the position of Saint, the books of the Holy Roman Empire had already been cleansed, and many past histories had been destroyed. She really didn't know a lot about the Holy Roman Empire.

Seeing Christina's expression, Arthas continued, "It seems that you really don't know. Back then, it was Merlin who led his disciples into the divine domain of the Twelve Pillar Gods, injured and killed the Twelve Pillar Gods, and then took their place."

"Kill? Replace him!" Everyone present widened their eyes.

Can gods be killed? Or even replaced?

The gods were too far away and too strange to them. They were like statues high above, immortal and looking down upon all living things.

But now, Arthas said that the twelve pillars of gods were killed by mortals. And they were replaced by mortals. Such words are really hard to believe. The amount of information in Arthas's words is really too much.

"But if that's the case, why did Merlin kill Su Hailun?" Fran asked.

"Because the warrior who slays the dragon will soon become the dragon himself."

"You mean, Merlin is the new god?"

"Yes." Arthas said, "I don't know the reason... The teacher didn't want to see Merlin go down this path, so he took up arms... But when Merlin became a god, the power of magic was completely controlled by him! So the teacher created necromancy."

"If I remember correctly, necromancy has existed since the invasion of the demon world," said Fran.

"I don't know about that." Arthas said, "The teacher wrote down how to use the undead in his notebook. It's just that we are stupid and can't see the whole picture and use its full capabilities."

"Where is necromancy and the methods of using it now?"

"In the Demon God Temple." Arthas said: "We transformed the Demon God Temple into the teacher's tomb."

"A magician's tomb is actually in the Demon Temple." Fran said.

"Because the demon god has died a long time ago. Or he has fallen into a deep sleep due to serious injuries. And if you want to enter the realm of God, you must go through God... I have not reached the level of my teacher, and I don't know what happened to her." Arthas said.

Everyone fell into silence.

Discussions about gods were taboos in the world, and since gods were so high up, even if they wanted to understand them, they had no idea where to start. But from Arthas's few words, they were finally able to get a glimpse of the full picture of gods, and vaguely guessed their intentions.

If gods want to improve their strength, they must absorb the power of their believers. For them, the more believers they have, the stronger they are. Although they don't know the purpose of gods improving their strength, the relationship between them, and how to become gods.