Chapter 1129 Taking Over the Corps

After communicating for several hours, Weilin bid farewell to Archbishop Gerard, came to the floating port with his identity token, boarded the Lynn floating ship, and headed to the Kisilin Camp at the border between the Principality of Morning Light and the Kingdom of Belfas, preparing to officially take office.

The war between the Church of Dawn and the Black Orcs has already broken out, but it is currently confined to the border of the Kingdom of Belfas and has not yet broken out in full force.

As one of the main forces, the Ninth Corps is not far from being dispatched, which means that he doesn't have much time left.

At the bow of the airship, Weilin leaned on the wooden railing, slightly raised his head and looked at the sky, thinking about the final outcome of the war and the chain reactions after the war.

During the brief exchange with Archbishop Gerard, Weilin had a premonition that this war would be different from previous defensive wars or punitive wars.

"What exactly does the Church of Dawn want to do? Do they want to forcibly upgrade the Dawn Principality to the Dawn Kingdom, or establish a new principality south of the Belfas Kingdom, or support a new Shia Orc Principality northwest of the Holy Shia Orc Kingdom?"

Raising his hand to block the dazzling light, many bold ideas popped into Weilin's mind.

The war between the Gray Orc Kingdom and the Sakr Kingdom was definitely not a whim. He felt that the God of Dawn should have made some kind of deal with the God of War to let his country of faith provoke a war in the western continent of the Synaps subcontinent and completely disrupt the situation.

Or maybe the situation is reversed, with the Black Asian Orc God and the Orc God of War working together to implement some kind of plan.

"Forget it. I'll just be a good marshal. Let the legends deal with these things."

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Weilin shook his head, turned around and leaned against the wooden fence, looking out into the distance, admiring the scenery as if no one was around.

A breeze blew by, and Weilin felt more relaxed than ever before.

If nothing unexpected happens, these may be the last relaxing days before the war begins.

“There’s no point in looking at the scenery.”

Thinking of this, Weilin directly took out a recliner from the space ring, and then took out a wooden table. He took out some fruits from the inner space of the Druid's Book and placed them on it, and then lay down comfortably.

After regaining his relaxed and free state, Weilin couldn't help but stretch.

At this moment, he finally became his true self.

The Temple Knights who were patrolling back and forth on the ship were slightly surprised when they saw the actions of the Eternal Light Knight, but when they thought that some powerful people had some special hobbies, they no longer paid attention to it and continued to patrol attentively.

Thirteen hours later, the airship crossed the entire Principality of Morning Light and arrived in the airspace near the Kisilin Camp at five o'clock in the morning.

At the floating ship port, three thousand knights of the Ninth Legion were dressed in armor and lined up solemnly with solemn expressions.

In front of the army, more than a hundred generals gathered in groups of three or four to talk with each other, but the topic of their conversation was surprisingly consistent: they were all discussing the upcoming supreme commander of the Ninth Corps.

Feeling the surge of magic power, everyone present stopped communicating and looked up into the sky, staring at the floating ship.

More than ten minutes later, the airship arrived above the port and began to slowly descend.

"call--"

When the floating ship landed, the magic circle on the left side of the ship was instantly activated, and countless magic powers gathered here to form a staircase connecting the deck and the ground.

Weilin walked down the magic stairs.

"Respectfully--"

A low-level gold temple knight drew out his knight's sword and spoke loudly.

Three thousand knights straightened their chests, drew their swords, placed them on their chests, and saluted the supreme commander of the Ninth Legion.

"I have met the Marshal."

At the same time, more than one hundred generals placed their right hands on their chests and bowed to salute to show their orthodoxy and legitimacy.

Upon seeing this, Weilin raised his hands slightly and used his magic to help everyone up.

After a few brief greetings, Weilin waved his hand to disband the knights who served as the guard of honor, and asked some generals to go back and rest.

The three thousand knights strictly followed Weilin's orders and left the floating port in an orderly manner. They did not show any sign of disobedience or ask for instructions from anyone.

The other generals did the same, obeying Weilin's orders and returning to their barracks.

For them, God's will comes first, followed by the Pope's orders.

"Paladin Leonas, Bishop Selina, Speaker Pragon, how about we have a brief meeting today?" Weilin asked, looking at the three deputy marshals of the Ninth Legion.

"Yes."

Leonas answered without hesitation.

Selina bowed slightly and said, "I will follow your orders, Lord Knight Yongxi."

"As you command, Marshal."

Praghan smiled and showed his very friendly side.

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand to open the demiplane and invited, "If you don't mind, how about an informal meeting in my demiplane?"

Seeing the half-plane passage emitting flowing light, except for Lionas who remained calm, Selina and Pragon both showed more or less surprised expressions in their eyes.

After entering the demiplane, Weilin lit a bonfire, took out a few cushions and spread them on the grass, then invited everyone to sit down.

At this point, the first campfire meeting of the Ninth Corps officially began.

"This is my wife, Shemya Akers." Weilin pointed at Shemya who was sitting next to him and introduced her to the three people.

"Greetings to Paladin Leonas, Bishop Selina, and Speaker Pragon." Xuemia stood up and bowed to the three of them in turn, then sat down.

"According to the order of the church, my wife was appointed as the deputy chief of logistics of the 9th Corps."

At this point, Weilin looked at Kyle again and introduced him to everyone: "This is my guardian knight and my brother, Kyle, who will serve as the commander of the 25th Legion of the Ninth Legion."

Seeing this, Kyle stood up, bowed to the three people, and then sat back down.

After introducing each other, Weilin began to listen to the three people's assessment of the border situation.

Although some information had been obtained from the memory light ball when meeting Archbishop Gerard, the situation was changing rapidly, and the information learned at the previous moment might no longer be applicable in the next moment.

"Sir Knight Yongxi, let me explain."

"please."

Weilin made a gesture of invitation and spoke to the high-level soul priest in front of him.

Selina waved her hand and used magic to condense a complete map of the United Kingdom of Coles in the air, and then began to explain: "Lord Knight Yongxi, according to the information sent by the 11th Corps yesterday, a battalion of the 31st Corps fought with 8,000 black orcs in the Jiaduo Plain in the north of the Visera tribal area half a month ago." United Kingdom of Coles "The battle lasted for a day and a night. The battalion of the 31st Corps lost more than 1,500 people, and the black orcs suffered more than 1,000 casualties, which is a draw."