Chapter 1249 Daro City
In a small gathering place in the center of the Flan tribal area, the air was filled with blood and fear.
In the center of the square, twenty-six Black Orc warriors who fought to protect their tribe fell in a pool of blood. The blood flowed through the cracks in the stone slabs to the ground and gathered into a puddle.
More than three hundred black orcs, old, weak, women and children, were crawling on the ground, their eyes full of fear and despair, trembling and huddled together, even their breathing became cautious.
A high-level silver Star Contractor shook off the blood on his hands, and the splattered blood beads sparkled with an eerie light in the sunlight.
"Kill him."
Upon hearing this, the Star Guardian standing on the left side of the Star Contractor lit up the star rune on the back of his right hand, and a long sword condensed in his hand. He walked to the dying Silver Intermediate Black Orc Priest, raised the long sword, and swung it down with force.
Blood splattered, and a head flew up, fell to the ground, and slowly rolled to the feet of a mid-level gold Star Contractor.
The silver high-level Star Contractor came to the gold middle-level Star Contractor and reported: "Captain, according to this priest, there are 3,000 defenders in Daro City, led by a gold low-level black sub-orc shadow warrior."
Looking down at the head at his feet, the Gold Intermediate Star Contractor gave an order: "Rest for half an hour, then set off. The destination is Daro City, and we will meet up with the other three teams."
"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?"
A Star Contractor standing behind the Gold Intermediate Star Contractor asked.
Hearing his subordinates' question, the Gold Intermediate Star Contractor glanced around and said expressionlessly: "Tie them all up and hand them over to the 25th Legion behind to deal with them."
"Yes."
The order was given, and eighty-four Star Guards began to act, tying up all the old, weak, women and children in this small tribe and throwing them into the tents made of animal skins and wood.
If the person who came was a Knight of Judgment, there would be no survivors in this small tribal gathering place from the very beginning.
The Star Contract members have their own pride, and they will not lay down their weapons against the civilians who have surrendered.
Half an hour later, the second squad of the third squadron of the ninth battalion of the Star Covenant Legion was assembled.
One gold mid-level Star Contractor, five gold low-level Star Contractors, nine silver high-level Star Contractors, plus the Star Guards belonging to the Star Contractors, a total of fifty-four gold-level extraordinary beings and forty-five silver-level extraordinary beings.
"Set off."
Silver streams of light emerged from the surface of the Star Contractor's armor, connecting to each other to form a translucent light curtain that enveloped the entire team.
In an instant, the fifteen Star Contractors and eighty-four Star Guardians dispersed into silver points of light and gathered towards the center.
Within a few breaths, a light blue flower appeared in the camp. It stayed on the surface for only a moment before sinking into the ground, leaving a blue trail of light underground, heading towards the direction of Daro City.
Ten minutes later, Daro City became underground. Four light blue flowers blended together and merged into one light blue flower. After the blue light faded, it emerged from the ground and was hidden among the flowers.
In the star consciousness space, sixty-one star contractors gathered here.
The soul-willed low-level star contractor who was sitting in the upper seat looked at his subordinates and said, "Knight Yongxi has ordered that no unauthorized action is allowed before the army arrives at Daro City."
"I'll wait to understand."
No one raised any objections and everyone obeyed.
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In a dark house in the lower city of Daro, the wooden floor groaned with decay under footsteps.
A seemingly elderly black orc was lying in a creaking rocking chair, his withered fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrests, his cloudy eyes staring at the glaring sunlight outside the window, but a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils that did not belong to an aging person.
"There are still one hundred and fifty years left. It's really a long time..."
A hoarse whisper slowly spread in the humid air. A skinny black orc old man stretched out his wrinkled hand. The sunlight filtered through his fingers and cast a distorted shadow on the floor.
One hundred and fifty years ago, he obtained [Masque of Usurpation: End] from an ancient ruin in the Death Desert.
Not long after, a being descended upon him, made a promise to him, and helped him seize the racial authority of the Black Orc God.
When you succeed, you need to switch to his camp.
After several struggles, greed overcame reason and he embarked on a path of no return.
He came to this carefully selected place, settled down there for a long time, and began to seek to seize the authority of the existence of his former beliefs.
As time passed, he gradually faded out of the Coles United Kingdom.
From then on, every prayer and every sacrifice was secretly eroding the foundation of the god of faith in the past.
The 13th war between the United Kingdom of Coles and the Church of Dawn broke out. Through the [Masque of Usurpation: The End], he stole seven-ten-thousandths of the authority of the God of the Black Orcs over the Black Orcs.
But until the end of the war, he had only stolen 7/10,000 of the power.
In the following decades, he, through his former subordinates and with the help of the Spirit of Lies, began to make plans to provoke another war between the Black Asia Orcs and the Church of Dawn.
After years of planning, rich results have been achieved.
In just a few years, millions of Black Orcs died on the battlefield, greatly accelerating his pace of stealing power.
So far, 5/1000 of the authority has been obtained.
Under the cover of [Mask of Usurpation·End], the God of the Black Orcs did not realize the weakening of his authority. He only mistakenly believed that a large number of believers had died and the power of his authority had temporarily weakened.
However, in order to maintain the [Mask of Usurpation: End] and block the sight of the gods, he needs the World Source Crystal, which he does not have, so now he has to rely on that existence.
After years of exploration, he has discovered that the being is not a god from the world of Ilaria and its affiliated worlds, but a god from outside the community of the world of Ilaria.
Now that I know it, it's already too late.
Having embarked on the path of stealing the authority of the gods, there is no turning back and we can only keep going.
Either succeed and become the new God of the Black Orcs.
Either they fail, their consciousness and soul are annihilated, and all traces of them in the world are completely destroyed.
"It's a pity that several spies hiding in the Silver Tribe area of the Holy Xia Orc Kingdom were killed and can no longer intervene in the situation on the southern battlefield. Otherwise, if a war is triggered and millions of Black Asian orcs die, the authority I obtain will increase to 7/1000."
"Master, something terrible is happening."
In the dark house, the figure of a strange creature gradually solidified, and a human face emerged on the vague surface.
"What's the matter?"
The skinny black orc old man sat up and spoke.
"There is an extremely large human army approaching the city of Daro."
Hearing the words of the Spirit of Lies, a hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the skinny black orc old man. If he remembered correctly, the Flan tribal area was considered the hinterland of the United Kingdom of Coles. The appearance of human troops here meant that the Northern Army had been completely defeated.
