Chapter 2061 - 552: The Ancient Pact Awakened by the Demon King (Part 2)

Sir Dickbin felt a chill down his back, swallowing hard, he finally temporarily forgot about his messy hairstyle.

"I don't want to talk to you about glory because your King has already sold the virtues of knights for a good price. And I don't want to talk to you about loyalty because you are not citizens of the Grand Duke, at least not now."

"But——"

Wesley changed his tone and raised his voice.

"Here, at least at this moment, I will look at you all in a different light! Because you are not those slaves who can't live without a master, nor those beggars waiting shamelessly for our Majesty's charity, but a group of men attempting to regain their dignity!"

"You are willing to pick up the rifle with us, to prove to those rats who tread on you like worms that you are not the same as those weaklings, you are fellows with a backbone! Not a worm wriggling in the mud!"

"The Campbell Duchy's army doesn't accept the spineless lot!"

That stirring voice fell, leaving the entire parade ground in a dead silence, only the increasingly heavy breathing echoed in the rain curtain.

In those pairs of numb eyes, it seemed something was ignited.

That is the bloodthirstiness repeatedly suppressed and obliterated!

Sir Wesley was very satisfied with their expressions.

Including Sir Dickbin, whose eyes glazed over, although he shivered like a drowned rat, it seemed his face no longer showed only fear.

There was also a bewilderment from being hit.

This was enough.

No one can become good stuff overnight.

Sir Wesley didn't glance at them again, turned around, and looked at the young officer standing behind him, always maintaining an upright posture.

He was the instructor of the First Corps Laine Camp, once established his battle achievements in the Winter Coup, and was promoted from private to sergeant, Laman.

Heard that this young fellow used to be a carpenter, Sir Wesley hoped he could carve these rain-soaked woods into something useful.

"Laman, it's up to you."

The military boots made a crisp sound in the muddy water, Laman performed an impeccable military salute, startling the dazed Sir Dickbin.

"Yes, Sir!"

...

"Saint Sis above... how can this bunch of brutes bring themselves to do this!"

The tranquility of Thunder City's morning was shattered by a curse.

A worker who was preparing to go to the factory held the newspaper tightly in disbelief at the headline.

The front-page headline displayed a magic photo.

Although the editor handled the horrors outside Cold Crow City and the rat holes with a vague touch to take care of readers' psychological endurance, the imminent sense of death and brutal textual description still suffocated everyone with a conscience.

The sons and daughters of Rushing River allowed themselves to be whipped by the rats like beasts, just like sardines on the slaughter line, even embryos were made into sacrilegious medicinal ingredients—

Not killing these brutes is a disgrace to the Holy Light's citizens!

Ever since the Second Epoch, it's been a long time since the Aus Continent held a Holy Light war against alien races, but now this ancient name has once again appeared in the hearts of all followers of the Holy Light.

Along with this name, the ancient treaties were also mentioned.

The dwarf friends who disappeared God knows how long ago have once again appeared in Thunder City citizens' line of sight—

The High Mountain Dwarves, who once extended a helping hand in the Twilight Province campaign to Campbell Duchy, also suffer the rats for so long!

The curses on the streets and alleys did not stop at lips and teeth.

Under the unity and dedication of everyone, the Campbell Duchy's war machine was operating at unprecedented efficiency and full speed!

The train station was crowded to the brim.

Young men carrying simple backpacks bade farewell to tear-eyed mothers and wives, boarded the troop train heading to Spinor Earl's Domain wave after wave.

Among them were Ryan people, Campbell people, and adventurers and mercenaries from various regions of the Vortex Sea.

Some fought for nationality or rewards, some for dignity sold by the King, or joined passionately with their unyielding enthusiasm for the Holy Light.

In the summer of Aus Calendar 1054, Thunder City was not just occupied by profit-seeking Mr. Horace; the vast majority remained the Saint Sis followers devout to the Holy Light.

Those heading to the front line weren't just Saint Sis's followers.

Also the Dragon God's followers.

During an interview with Thunder City Daily, Mr. Sak Jifeng, envoy of the Gutaf Kingdom, denounced the crimes of the ratmen in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.

"This is a blasphemy against life! A stain on the soul! The Gutaf United Kingdom will absolutely not allow Chaos to devour our world, even if our Dragon God has long left this land, the roar of the Giant Dragons will never be lenient towards evil!"

"Queen Aisemata declares war on the Rot Clan!"

Accompanied by this deafening speech, a special unit departed from Mire City, took the railway through Thunder City, and rushed to the front line.

Spinor Castle, temporary train station platform.

With a piercing whistle echoing through the clouds, a loaded steel train puffed billowing white smoke, like a giant, panting beast slowly pulled into the platform.

As soon as the wheels stopped turning, before the doors could open, a wave of dark green surged out from the doors and windows.

That was thousands upon thousands of Lizardmen hissing tongues.

They were covered in scales, swaying their strong tails, faces filled with excitement.