Many new ships were being built at the port of Pullin Port, including the restored warships of the previous Empire. Most of the Derman slaves were working, and the Northland people were in charge of supervising the work.
On the beach, there were many corpses that had been soaked and turned into giant statues. As for what a giant statue was, forget it, it was better not to know.
Soon, the ceremony to thank God Olugar for his blessings would begin, and the people were busy with it.
So many days had passed, and this formerly bustling city had now become dilapidated. These Southern Empire people were not tall. Compared to the tall and mighty bodies of the Northland people, they could really be said to be insignificant.
The Empire people were best at scheming and scheming, but in the face of absolute force, it was not worth mentioning. But that being said, there were still many very powerful people among these Empire people who were very accomplished in all aspects. These people were worthy of respect, but they did not represent the majority. In fact, these Empire people were not that bad. Except for small fights, they were still considered diligent.
Perhaps it was because they were too diligent, did not care about certain things, despised force, and looked down on military affairs, which led to their current disaster. But no matter what, in the game of the upper class, the unlucky ones were the people at the bottom, although the will of the lower class also determined their fate in the future.
"Get a Derman girl to play with," the two Northland warriors in charge of guarding said to each other, laughing.
These days, this kind of scene was not strange. The captured Derman people were already numb to it. It was good to be alive, talk less and do more.
Gravel had already ordered all books with Derman words to be burned. He wanted to completely erase the Derman language in this city.
Finally, on the night of the ceremony, all the Northland people in the city were ready.
Everyone sang and danced, and everyone was unusually excited. There was wine and food everywhere, and of course, there were countless beautiful women and killings.
The Northland priest took out a huge sharp machete and beheaded the cow in the center of the bonfire. Immediately, the cow's blood flowed into the container prepared in advance.
People smeared the blood on their faces, and some mixed it with wine and drank it. The Derman trembled with fear, the priest held up the head of the ox, and the crowd shouted with joy. The fate of the Derman and the ox was no different.
Next, several beautiful Derman women were also tied up. They were the same as the cow. The only difference was that the tears of the beautiful women had dried up. Perhaps this was the best relief for them. The priest threw away the backs of the beautiful women and took their blood.
All the Northland people happily joined in the feast. This was the best way to experience their God up close.
The ceremony had not reached its climax yet. The nobles were brought up, and after a few screams, they were turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
At this time, the climax of the ceremony came. The priest, whose face was painted white, was wearing a white robe, just like Azrael.
They brought up the main character of the day, the old Feudal Lord, known as the Sleeping Lion, Drago Aldrich. He was Theoden's uncle, and it was not easy for him to survive until now at such an old age.
The crowd cheered, because the highlight of the night was the execution of the "Blood Eagle" punishment on the old Feudal Lord. The so-called "Blood Eagle Punishment" was to cut open the person's back, cut off his skin, and hang it on two trees. When the sun shone on it, it would look like a young eagle that wanted to soar with its wings open.
This night, there were painful screams, cries, laughter, singing and dancing. Of course, there were happy and joyful cries of men and women. You all know.
After a night of revelry, corpses littered the ground. Spring Harbor had become a burning city of the dead. Anyone who came here would probably vomit non-stop.
Dellman men strung up on pikes, white women, burning houses.
Humans were indeed the most terrifying. War was the result of the people bearing the consequences of their superiors. Spring Harbor was a tragic and terrifying place.
The next day, Gravel and the others were ready. They decided to return. This invasion and plunder had allowed them to obtain a huge amount of wealth and manpower from the Empire, as well as countless technologies. Along with them were the intelligence organizations that had been hiding here. This time, they had destroyed the Empire's strongest naval force in one fell swoop.
It was April 12, 1501, the Month of Dew. From the time they landed, Gravel and the others had caused immeasurable damage to the city, almost razing it to the ground. Later on, people would call this catastrophe the Whip of the Seven Gods, but this was a story for later.
Gravel and the others returned with a bountiful harvest. This was their first expedition to the Empire, and they had achieved such results. It seemed that the Empire was only so-so.
Before this, there was an episode. When Horf and the others were retreating, a group of black-armored knights suddenly came out of the barrier. They were from the Church. The Bishop himself wore black armor and rode a tall horse, fully armed and wielding a long sword, to kill the Northland people. He wanted to save the Derman. He had fallen out with Irdele, and he had lost Irdele's protection. He did not want to be Irdele's lackey anymore.
But in the face of the tide of Northland people, he was so scared that he chose to run away. He wanted to report everything that had happened here to the Pope. He ran fast enough. The knights who had already fought with the Northland people were not so lucky. They were all brutally killed.
Soon, the church was ransacked, but they still could not get close to the area in front. Even the church was burned to ashes by the raging fire. The Church's strength here was completely uprooted and eradicated, because Gravel had ordered that other faiths were not allowed to exist.
In the place still protected by the barrier, St. Mary's Hotel. Young and beautiful women were poked in soft and wet places by Irdele with his thorny tail. Some of the beautiful women's skin was torn off like a chicken leg. Irdele respected women, but to people without souls, they were like playthings. Would you feel guilty because you ate a chicken leg?
In this sealed place, there was only freedom and no restrictions. They could do as they pleased. All evil was allowed here. Irdele was the supreme law. This was the promised land that belonged to him and the demons under him.
"Intrigue, flattery, deceit, greed for vanity, and hypocrisy are not worth mentioning in front of me. Humans are pitifully small, and all their arrogance will be crushed under my feet. Destroy it. Compared to the pure path of demons, the human world is more disgusting. If the laws that govern this world are wrong, then let me break the laws of this world! "Irdele smiled contemptuously.
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