Chapter 173: Deya, who should be hung on a street lamp, and the coffin of King Inglo!
Standing on the high platform on the round tower of the church, you can overlook the entire Golden City.

Deya stood on the edge of the balcony. He was wearing a black wizard robe, letting the cold wind from high in the sky make his clothes rustle.

The few remaining troops in the city have been eliminated by Deya, and their bodies have been temporarily stored in the negative energy space to make up for the losses in this battle.

Important sectors have also been occupied by Deya's undead army.

In particular, the place where the city-level protective magic device was stored was guarded by Deya's hero-level units, preventing anyone from entering and activating it.

The disadvantage of the Undead Legion is that the IQ of the Undead is too low and they are unable to perform precise operations.

Therefore, Deya could not directly use the various important weapons and props to protect the city.

"What's the situation in the Golden City?"

Deya looked at the sacred city built on the mountain below him and asked the half-elf Camille who was standing behind him.

Camille hesitated for a moment.

Deya seemed to have eyes behind him and said, "I like to hear the truth, not those fancy words that flatter people."

Half-elf Camille took a deep breath and said, "Lord Deya, the situation is not very good. These believers really have problems with their brains, and many of them are uncooperative.

As for those who are willing to cooperate, I don’t know whether they are really willing or not, and whether they want us to let down our guard.

In addition, there are many resistance forces within the Golden City, and they are all thinking about counterattacking."

Camille was helpless and felt very troubled by the current situation.

The number of people Deya brought was too few. It was impossible for just these few people to manage a huge city.

Deya was able to capture the capital by sheer force and by taking advantage of some loopholes in the Kingdom of Inglo.

"I roughly know the specific situation."

De Ya had already anticipated the current situation.

It was no secret on this island that he was a believer of the Dark Moon Goddess and a chosen one.

Deya is a pagan, a Susaitani, and a long-time enemy. He is also a necromancer who relies on the undead to achieve victory.

It can be said that Deya has already maxed out the buffs. In this case, it would be strange for the people of the Golden City to obey directly.

Especially at this time, England was not destroyed, and the troops from other parishes were still there.

It is estimated that the people here are also hoping that the troops from other parishes can counterattack and liberate the Golden City.

It is in this context that not many people are willing to cooperate with Deya. If the Golden City is taken back, the collaborators will become traitors.

"I don't intend to make this city surrender, but I don't want it to be too chaotic either. Camille, you go and organize the forces. I will send some undead creatures to you to annihilate all those who secretly want to rebel against us. No one will be spared."

Even if he wanted to rule this city with terror, it would take time, and Deya would not be able to make the people in this city fear him in a short period of time.

So Deya also has to do something practical to make the people in this city understand his cruel methods.

And those organizations and forces that attempt to resist themselves are just the right ones to be killed as a warning to others.

Camille smiled and said, "Please leave it to me, Lord Deya."

Camille finally got his feeling back. In the past, when he was with Deya, he always did things that were easily criticized and did the dirty work for Deya.

Now that Deya asked him to do the dirty work again, Camille was very happy because it meant that Lord Deya still valued him and did not abandon him.

After Camille left, Deya looked at the bishop of the Dawn Church who was in his forties and asked, "What do you think?"

The bishop drew a holy emblem of the Goddess of Dawn in front of him and said angrily: "The goddess will definitely punish you, such an arrogant person!"

Deya didn't care: "I am now standing in the most ancient palace of the goddess. I even desecrated her statue, but the goddess still didn't punish me.

Admit it, Mr. Bishop, your goddess has fallen long ago, and the so-called oracles you have received in the past seven hundred years are nothing but deceptive lies.

Your Patriarch left the Golden City and fled to Sussetani because he saw through this lie, too."

The bishop of the Dawn Church looked angry, but he finally slumped down.

The bishop realized that he had been deceiving himself. He knew very well that what Deya said was correct and that the goddess might have really fallen a long time ago.

According to the records of the Dawn Church, seven hundred years ago the goddess would occasionally perform miracles to demonstrate her existence.

But in these seven hundred years, the goddess has never performed her miracles once.

"Necromancer, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't want this city to fall into chaos without management. As a bishop, you already hold the highest position in the Dawn Church in this city. I hope you can personally come forward to appease the people and help me manage the city temporarily."

"You want me to betray the church? I won't do that. Just kill me!"

Deya smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Bishop, you think too much. I didn't ask you to betray the church. I just gave you another choice.

Either you help me manage the living people in this city, or I will just kill all the people in this city, turn them all into undead, and then let these undead creatures spread throughout England.

Do you want to be an unknown hero and save this city, or die as witness to the demise of millions of people in this city?"

Deya was actually just trying to scare him.

At present, Deya’s strength has not yet reached the point where he can be the enemy of the whole world, and he cannot do something like massacring millions of people.

If he really dared to do such a thing, countless experts would come to kill him tomorrow.

Not only the masters of this continental island, but also Narpo absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of such "terrorists".

Moreover, as for the huge country of England, Deya wanted to conquer it and incorporate it into the territory of the Cavendish family, rather than destroy it.

"You damned necromancer!"

When the bishop heard that Deya wanted to carry out a massacre, he really believed it and cursed loudly.

After a long while, the bishop finally said in frustration: "Okay, I will obey your orders and manage this city for you to prevent it from getting into chaos."

"It's the right choice, Your Excellency. The whole city will be grateful for your sacrifice."

Deya patted the bishop's shoulder gently and left.

As soon as he left the balcony of the tower, Deya saw Lamia and Mavis coming together.

"How did it get done?"

Deya stopped and asked. Lamia said in a cold tone: "I have found the treasure room. There is a powerful mystery lock there. It may be very troublesome to crack it."

Deya said indifferently: "Then we can crack it violently and let the bone dragon use the power of myth to destroy the mystery lock with its dragon breath."

Now that Deya is wealthy and powerful, he has already used this bone dragon as a real dragon.

Although the number of Dragon Feast Crystals produced by the Shadow of Dragon Evil every day is not much, Deya's accumulation of them adds up to a lot.

Moreover, his bone dragon does not need to fight every day, so overall, the bone dragon's mythical power is more than enough.

Lamia nodded to indicate that she understood.

Mavis raised her pretty chin slightly and said proudly: “I have already followed your request and am taking those undead creatures to dismantle the magical protection devices of the entire city.

The various magic and alchemical props used to defend the city have also found their storage warehouses and are being moved out."

Deya looked delighted and said, “Yes, I will go to find Upton later. He just informed me that he found more than a hundred falcons.

There are fewer falcons, most of which should have been taken away by the Patriarch, but these falcons are enough. I will have them transport all the weapons back to Cavendish Territory."

After occupying the Golden City, the first thing Deya did was to carry out demolition work.

Because he took the city by surprise, the city's defense equipment was almost not activated, and all kinds of magic and alchemical props were intact.

This is the capital of England. You can imagine how top-notch the equipment here is.

Deya planned to send them all to Cavendish Territory by air, and let his father and brother use them to guard the territory as appropriate.

When Rex Garcia sees that the people he is attacking in Cavendish Territory are using all kinds of weapons and equipment and magic props for defending the city from the City of Gold, I wonder if he will be so angry that he will die.

Deya himself was worried that his father and brother might not be able to stop Rex Garcia's army.

That's at least 150,000 people, all of whom are England's front-line troops, with sufficient siege equipment. The Cavendish family has only 20,000 people guarding their territory. Even if they have the geographical advantage of the defenders, the gap is too big.

But now with the full support of the City of Gold, and relying on the city walls and fortresses built by the Cavendish family over the past four hundred years, the difficulty has been reduced a lot.

It’s not that Deya doesn’t want to go back to help, but there are simply too many treasures in the City of Gold. If he doesn’t empty it, then his capture of the city will only have political significance but no economic benefits.

So I can only let my father and brother suffer first, and I will do my best to loot here.

"Mavis, can you dismantle those magical devices?"

Magical devices that can protect a city are extremely large, and it is almost impossible to transport them directly.

So Deya's plan is to dismantle them into parts and then ship them back for reassembly.

The Cavendish family also has its own talent pool and employs a group of alchemists.

In fact, although these equipment are called magical equipment, they are actually assembled by alchemists.

Only the core part was made by the mages.

These city-level magic equipment, which are available in major cities in every country, have the following manufacturing and sales channels.

The magician masters the core technology and produces the most important parts, similar to the CPU and graphics card of a computer.

The Alchemist Guild purchased these most technologically advanced core components from the mages, and then they mastered the manufacture and assembly of other accessories.

After the magic equipment is made, the Alchemist Association will sell it to various countries or lords at a high price, forming a complete manufacturing and sales system.

According to Deya, almost all of these core components are actually manufactured by the Nine Rings Tower, a wizard organization, and the biggest profits are taken away by the Nine Rings Tower.

There is no other way, this is called mastering core technology.

"I can communicate with my other self in my brain, and she will tell me how to remove these devices."

Mavis told Deya not to worry, she could do it well.

This is why Deya gave this task to Mavis.

Even Deya couldn't understand that kind of complex and sophisticated equipment now, so he could only rely on Mavis, the master of the White Tower, to contribute her knowledge.

Deya has too few people under him, and everyone's job is very important, so everyone is busy.

After temporarily saying goodbye to Mavis and Lamia, Deya went to the falcon breeding base again, where he met Upton.

The wood elf pointed at the falcons and said, "Lord Deya, there are a total of 137 falcons here. They are barely enough as a means of transportation, but the efficiency is probably very low.

This place is too far from your family's territory. The falcon needs time to rest every time it flies. I don't know how long it will take to go back and forth."

Deya looked at the falcons with their legs tied up. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly waved his hand, and dozens of vampires appeared behind him.

When the falcons saw these vampires, they all let out fierce roars. Deya used the power of the Son of Dark Moon to give all the vampires a BUFF.

The vampires rushed forward with a squeak, grabbed the falcons and began to suck their blood.

Deya's undead virus was also injected into Falcon's body through the vampire's blood-sucking process.

It didn't take long before the falcons lost their lives, their skin shriveled up, and they turned into undead creatures.

Deya said calmly:
"Although the load capacity of a single falcon is reduced after becoming an undead creature, the undead creature has no physical and mental limitations, so it can transport supplies without sleep. I don't like employees who need to rest."

Upton blushed and wiped his forehead. "That shouldn't be a problem, Lord Deya."

"Okay, I will assign you another thousand vampires as air guards, and the task of transporting the supplies will be left to you."

After saying that, Deya looked at the street lights outside.

He is choosing the one that suits him. Which one is right for him to hang on?
After arranging the basic tasks so that everyone had something to do, Deya came to an auditorium in the Dawn Cathedral.

It is solemn and dignified here, with beautifully decorated coffins placed on both sides and a beautiful statue of a goddess standing at the northernmost part of the auditorium.

Patricia was floating in mid-air, gazing at the statue of the Goddess of the Dawn.

Deya thought Patricia's eyes should be mocking, but when he walked over, what he saw was the dazed look on the doll girl's face.

"Patricia, do you want me to burn down the entire cathedral? I think you must hate the Goddess of the Morning."

Deya stood beside the puppet, with one hand behind his back and looking up at the sculpture several meters high in front of him.

Patricia came back to her senses, shook her head and said softly, "Let's not burn it down. My heart tells me that if I burn this church down, I might regret it in the future."

After a pause, she pointed at the coffins and said, "I helped you find the coffin of King Inglo, who destroyed the Dark Moon Church. He is exactly the Seven-Ring Cavalry General you need!"

(End of this chapter)