When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

"I heard the human army came, and those barbarians immediately gathered up to two hundred warriors, attempting to compete with our Salvation Army.

They ambushed in the bushes, then suddenly jumped out and rushed towards us. At that time, I calmly protected everyone behind me and shouted that if you want to kill, kill me.

But guess what?

First, the Holy Gunman blew a gust of Holy Wind, causing chaos among them, then Her Highness Jeanne led the cavalry to scatter their formation, and Mr. Victor directly charged, defeating them within five minutes."

Hariba sat on the bench with an air that dared not underestimate my intelligence network, happily boasting to the other Beastmen around.

Beside him, over a hundred Beastmen barbarians had been stripped naked, their hands tied behind their backs, huddled together in despair.

Four or five cuirassier cavalry wearing feathered iron helmets stood by, responsible for escorting and monitoring them.

Many Beastmen were covered with bruises and swelling, it seemed several untamed ones had already been dealt with.

"Oh, Your Majesty." Upon seeing Horn, Hariba immediately approached, "I brought all the prisoners."

"Good, thank you for your hard work." Horn continued walking past Hariba, towards Rudilo who had dismounted, and asked, "How is the situation?"

"The scouts can already see the broken bridge; we came back to drag a few carts to prevent them from launching a night raid." Rudilo stood straight.

Horn shook his head and said, "The road is too narrow here; carts can't come through, so make camp earlier, this is good progress, don't overturn in the ditch."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After discussing with Rudilo in detail, Horn let them go back, then turned and saw those Beastmen barbarians glaring at him with fear and impotent rage.

Their beast ears drooped like little cats, yet mismatched with their rugged faces, giving a sense of ugly cuteness.

Once sufficiently weak, even anger in the eyes of the strong appears amusing.

But seeing the fear on the faces of other Carthage Beastmen, Horn suddenly realized.

To these Carthage Beastmen, these Southern Barbarians are still ferocious beings.

"Send them to the Trinity Education Team, let those priests keep them busy, or else they're living too comfortably without educational value." Looking at these roughly dressed Beastmen, Horn suddenly laughed, "During this cold winter, check for weapons, then give them clothes and take them away."

Pulling out three to five relatively honest ones, Horn called in Carthage's Hand of the King, who understood the Southern Barbarian language, and made him the translator.

"Come, sit, I have something to ask you." Horn said with a smile to the barbarian before him.

Originally well-behaved, the chosen Beastman now looked defiant, spat toward Horn: "I won't tell you anything, kill me!"

"Fine!" Horn immediately decided, the Holy Gunman stepped forward, aimed at her head, and pulled the trigger.

Like the explosive sound of a watermelon, the Beastman's face was directly blown apart by the shrapnel, with broken bones and blood splattering onto other Beastmen behind.

With half her head smashed, she fell straight to the ground, dust rising as her body continued to twitch.

"I've never seen such a request in my life."

The stench of blood immediately filled the small area, Horn wiped the blood stain on his shoe with a handkerchief, gestured with his finger: "Alright, next."

This time, the Beastman was much more obedient, standing meekly in front of Horn.

Without bloodshed, they really don't distinguish between major and minor.

"What's the name of the god you worship?"

"Was called Moon God before, after the Blood God devoured the Moon God, now it's Blood God."

"Why do you call Him Blood God?"

"Because He conducts a blood sacrifice every seven days. Previously with the Moon God, living human sacrifices were needed, but the Blood God is kind; using live sheep's blood suffices."

"So you periodically steal sheep and attack Beastmen here for the blood sacrifice?"

"For the blood sacrifice and revenge, these damned Bei Kui, they betrayed us. They're the barbarians; we're the legitimate descendants of El Empire..."

Horn had heard this rhetoric from the Northern Beastman mouths too many times; he found the grandiose history of these thousands of people uninteresting and stopped the Beastman's speech.

"Then what does the Blood God look like?"

"Don't know."

"And the Moon God?"

"We're not allowed to look directly at Gods, but if we fail to sacrifice, those divine envoys will come and attack our village."

So the Blood God and Moon God's variety of Evil Gods can control those long-haired monsters?

Horn noted this information and continued, "How many of those long-haired monsters are there?"

"Don't know." Maybe seeing Horn's impatience, the Beastman hurriedly added, "More than the warriors we previously deployed, and they're incredibly strong."

That's not less than two hundred then, with formidable power, can those long haired withstand the spring guns or Jeanne's lightning?

"How do they attack you? By ship?" Horn further asked.

"No no no, anyone who doesn't submit offerings, those fur divine envoys walk out of the lake to unleash God's punishment on us."

"You mean they regularly stay on Autumn Dusk Island, and only when you don't provide offerings they swim to shore to attack?"

"Yes."

Horn exchanged a glance with Patrick nearby; these long-haired monsters seemed rather intelligent.

"Then how do you deliver offerings?"

"Place them on small boats, row to Autumn Dusk Island, then send offerings to the altar, we can seize the opportunity to collect some iron tools from the island, as long as we leave before dark."

"Alright then." Horn stood up, walked to her, "Does that Blood God have a symbol? Draw it for me."

Untying her hand ropes, she dared not make any move despite Horn being near, with the spring gun pressing against her back.

Honestly drawing a geometric pattern consisting of rectangular shapes on the ground, followed by a spiral object above.

Observing the symbol thoroughly, Horn could only think it looked like a pile of dung on an open book.

Then he turned his gaze to Patrick, who frowned deeply, seeming in difficult recollection and thought.

Horn swallowed, waiting expectantly by Patrick.

"Master Chrispa, did you discover something?"

"Ah, I remember now." Patrick slammed his thigh with his fist heavily, "This pattern looks like dung on a book, hahahaha going to make master laugh."

Amidst Patrick's uninhibited laughter, Horn sat back in the chair numb and disappointed.

But as soon as his seat touched the chair, he thought of something and jumped up: "Draw the Moon God's symbol, let me see."

Upon hearing the translation, the Beastman clearly hesitated, pondering for a long time before reluctantly drawing a pattern on the ground.

"It's been too long, I can't recall clearly."

The pattern on the ground was a cross within a circle, with a long and a short horizontal line added at each end, symmetrical from top to bottom and left to right.

Anyway, Horn had never seen such a pattern, but he noticed Patrick's expression changed, and quickly approached to whisper, "Pas, Master Chrispa, did you notice something? Please don't say it's something like a flower."

Ignoring Horn's remarks, Patrick pointed to the ground pattern, his expression both serious and confused: "This pattern... looks like the symbol of Scales Hermitage."