The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1513 434: The New Testament and the Salvation Army! (Part 3)

The thing he feared most eventually happened.

The Deputy Officer also received news from the Scout and walked to Finnian's side, his expression solemn as he spoke.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

After pondering for a moment, Finnian put down the binoculars in his hand and said with a gloomy face.

"Let's retreat first, withdraw to the forest five kilometers north, and rely on the strongholds we prepared in advance to start defending."

On the plains, they had no chance of winning, but in the forest and on the hills, it might be a different story.

That would be his home ground.

It's just a pity that the over eight thousand brothers who fell in front of Rapids Pass died for nothing...

...

The garrison at Rapids Pass finally saw the dawn of victory, and the people far away at Sparrow Wood Castle also finally awaited their hope.

After a long conversation with Colin and a night of tossing and turning, the confusion in Carian's eyes had disappeared, replaced by an unprecedentedly firm gaze.

The next morning, she gathered all the Salvation Army soldiers in the castle and her followers, instructing them to meet in the central courtyard of the castle, announcing that she had something important to declare.

It seemed as if he had anticipated what was about to happen, Brennan was the first to arrive with a look of joy on his face. He had deliberately worn a piece of armor picked from the treasury of the Lord's Mansion to replace the bear skin stained with blood, making himself look more formal, so as not to lose face in the formal occasion.

No matter what that Holy Daughter thought, or what those pretentious Priests and country squires thought, he was determined to place the crown on the head of this Holy Daughter!

No crown?

Then let the Blacksmith make one!

He didn't care about legalities or titles or the Church's recognition.

Whoever could make him and his brothers full, whoever could lead him to a life better than before, that person would be his King!

As he predicted, Saint Sis was quite reasonable and shared the same thoughts, even helping to persuade the kindhearted Sister.

He hadn't expected, however, that the Holy Daughter seemed to have already prepared the crown.

But it was not one made overnight by the Blacksmith; it was a wreath woven from olive branches.

Wearing the olive branch crown, she donned a simple nun's robe and slowly walked up to the high platform in front of the castle's main hall.

At the moment she climbed onto the platform, the spacious courtyard fell silent, with thousands of eyes focusing on that compassionate face.

She exuded a sacred aura, much like the River Elf walking out of the Rushing River.

It was the legend of Twilight Province.

The tale says that when flames sweep through the forests, the fairy of the river will descend to bring rain to heal the lands' wounds.

Although the Priests claimed it was false, every Ryan believed in this legend without a doubt, transforming the false into truth.

Just like the Holy Daughter standing on the high platform at the moment, even Ben, who had once seen her in a sorry state, completely forgot her initial appearance.

"I have heard a new Oracle."

At the moment she spoke, faces that were lost, uneasy, or fervent all lit up with a hopeful glow.

Capturing all their hopeful gazes, Carian responded to their expectations with a gentle smile.

"Through the Divine Son 'Flame King,' He told me that our mission is not to overthrow a castle, win a war victory, end a dynasty, nor start a new one, but to completely end the tragedy on this land and save all our compatriots sinking in distress..."

Afterward, she began speaking with an extremely solemn tone, pointing out an entirely unimagined direction for those yearning for salvation—

"From today onwards, we will no longer be loyal to any worldly Kings; they've forgotten their sacred duty for their own selfish desires, and their titles will no longer be legitimate!"

"From now on, we will only serve the Divine saving the masses, and the people illuminated by Divine grace!"

"Our swords will fight solely for God's people!"

This solemn and generous statement stirred a massive wave among the crowd.

The overwhelming tide was enough to shake the foundation of all worldly Kingdoms!

Rayden's eyes widened; he hadn't expected the Holy Daughter to utter such words. However, upon reconsideration... he found the words weren't entirely without reason.

The Nobles of Twilight Province indeed abandoned their feudal duties; otherwise, farmers who couldn't survive wouldn't have rebelled.

Those farmers couldn't care less about who the King was, nor whether there was a King or not; the ones who truly cared were precisely those Nobles and Priests who've forsaken their own duties—

These landowners have long been, in place of the King, exercising rights surpassing those of kings in this claimed territory!

They are utterly unworthy of sitting there!

Recalling Count Thelon's disgraceful escape, scurrying like a mouse into the castle and then fleeing like a rat, he had no desire to consider from their perspective whatsoever.

As for how the Imperial and Church would regard the Salvation Army's declaration and uprising...

That seemed too far away for him.

The Imperial only cared about Brass Pass, next the New Continent and the interests on the Vast Ocean.

As for Twilight Forest, it wasn't even within Holy City's view.

Perhaps in the eyes of those high above, this barbaric land was akin to Hell.

If so, why should they care about the opinions of those guys?

If those old things can truly be startled by this fierce flame, and notice those people drowning in despair, then they might as well die with some meaning.