Chapter 598 Desperate Holy City

Soon, the envoys persuaded by the Holy Sword Empire set out and encountered almost no obstacles. The envoys were arranged to see His Majesty Arnold, the emperor of the Holy Empire, because after all, the lower soldiers preferred peace between the two countries, and they did not want to die in battle.

Civilians are also panicked. After all, the holy city of Caen has never had such a crisis for ten thousand years. Looking from the memory slowly accumulated over the long years, it seems that no enemy's army can drive so close to the holy city Caen.

A waiter rushed into Archbishop Sloc's office in a panic, which was tall and magnificent, showing the archbishop's style and power.

The bishops of the Holy Empire gathered in the corridor and whispered about the army of the Holy Sword Empire more than 30 kilometers away from the city, shaking their hair and sighing from time to time.

Everything seems to be over, and the Holy Empire is defeated like a mountain. Although the defense line around the holy city is solid, hundreds of thousands of elite troops and millions of pieces of cannon fodder are also a lot of people, but after all, there is no foreign aid and the successor is weak. The ten-thousand-year history of the Holy Empire seems to end in these days. Some people have unspeakable frustration and confusion on their faces.

No one picked up the documents scattered on the ground, and the room was filled with the smell of burning paper. The empire's documents, the Pope's secrets, data backups everywhere, and even the tax records of the Holy Empire for tens of thousands of years were required to be burned.

At the same time, all the systems in Caen were required to be destroyed. The sewers were transformed into underground bunkers, the walls were reinforced, countless trenches were dug on each street, and civilians could only travel on temporary boards.

Food and medicine were concentrated, the elderly were asked to join the army, all doctors were concentrated, and clergy were unified into troops and deployed to various neighborhoods to be responsible for street fighting defense. The old man and children were all registered and became the army in Arnold's eyes.

All departments in Caen City are empty, and only the army is still operating normally. Under Arnold's crazy order, the whole Caen City has become a chaotic fortress and has lost other functions except war.

There is almost no dying struggle. Everyone knows that Pope Arnold is burning jade, because even if the Holy Empire finally wins this battle, the collapse of the leadership system will make the Holy Empire lose its ability to control the place. In other words, no matter what, the Holy Empire is going further and further on the road to self-destruction.

The door of Sloc's office was opened, and the waiter bowed his head in panic and reported mourning: "Archbishop Sloc, the envoys of the Holy Sword Empire came to persuade him to surrender! Would you like to have a look?

"Surrender?" Sloc snorted and sneered: "He dreamed! Do you want to take the holy city of Caen without a single soldier?

walked to the announced servant and slapped the servant hard in the face: "From the moment John's whereabouts were unknown, the Slock family has been incompetent with the Holy Sword Empire! Even if the Sloc family is dead! Rudolph, the thief, doesn't want to get a complete Caen City!"

He hurried to the hall where Arnold received the Holy Sword Empire to persuade the envoy. Outside the door, he heard Arnold's hysterical roar: "The Holy Empire will never surrender! I, Arnold, will never surrender! I want to turn Caen into ruins! I want to turn this place into the tomb of the army of the Holy Sword Empire! You humiliate me with Alice! I want you to pay it back with blood!"

Slok opened the door and laughed: "Well said! Your Majesty! The Holy Empire will never surrender! We must avenge John and Alice! We have 1 million troops! There are countless devout believers! Let the Sword Empire see the power of our great god!"

He looked at Arnold. After years of getting along with him, he had already figured out Arnold's temper for an old greasy like Sloc. Sloc knew what kind of flattery Arnold liked to hear.

So Sloc continued: "Arnold, the great monarch of our sacred empire, is the master of the world!" He is the hope of mankind! Other jumping clowns will eventually be defeated by us! Arnold will definitely become the real emperor respected by everyone in Yavia!"

Arnold couldn't help but float up under Sloc's praise: "The archbishop is right! The Holy Empire will never have an emperor who is afraid of death! I, Arnold, am the orthodox master of the world! The Holy Empire and the Holy Sword Empire are no different! God will bless us faithful believers, and we will win the final victory!"

He glanced at the envoy of the Holy Sword Empire under the steps, his eyes were cold, and he ordered, "Go back! The Holy Empire does not welcome you.

"slow down!" Sloc smiled at this time and stopped Arnold's order to drive away the envoy: "Your Majesty! Do you remember Queen Alice?" He said gloomyly.

Sure enough, as if he had been pierced in the heart, Arnold's pupil suddenly dilated, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily: "Remember! Of course I remember!"

He stared at the fearless envoys of the Sword Empire and roared loudly, "Pull this man out! Beat me to death! Hang it at the head of the city and show it to the people of the Holy Empire! I, Arnold, am determined to fight to the death with the Holy Sword Empire! Also show it to the people of the Sword Empire! I, Arnold, also has the power of the Holy Empire!"

"You kill the envoys! Heaven and earth do not allow it! Today, I was killed by you as a thief! Millions of troops of the Holy Sword Empire will avenge me in the next day! Waiting for you to fall into the hands of our majesty! He will get justice for me! Hahahaha! Dog thief! Stupid! Fuck you! You..." The envoy of the Holy Sword Empire was pulled out by the guards of the Korsay Palace and scolded all the way. The hall was full of unpleasant swear words over and over again for a long time.

"Go on with the order! All military preparations!" Arnold waved feebly, drove Sloc and others away, sat on the throne, and looked at the carpet that had been dirty for a long time.

He stroked the ring in his hand and muttered wonderful words: "Come and help me. Give me a chance. Please, who will tell me how to open this thing? God, are you listening to my prayers?"

In the evening, the defenders of the Holy Empire heard the news that His Majesty had killed the envoys of the Holy Sword Empire and prepared to go to war. An atmosphere of despair shrouded the whole city of Caen. Groups of civilians were crowded at the gates of the city, and shouts for refuge came one after another.

In the end, Arnold forbade forbade anyone to leave Caen. He was full of burning jade and making Caen a nightmare for the Holy Sword Empire. Of course, he refused to let go of these natural "shields" and "combatpower".

On April 15, 7 of the Gregorian calendar, Caen City ushered in another sleepless night in chaos.