Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 227 The Future of the Feather Corps

When the battle ended that day, many soldiers surrendered on the spot and were taken prisoner. In addition to them, nearly half of the soldiers escaped and wanted to return to the kingdom.

Anleston ordered a pursuit, and the relentless pursuit lasted for half a day. The warriors ran with a murderous aura. The enemy soldiers were caught up in groups. They were either shot in the vitals and turned into cold corpses, or their hands were tied and they became prisoners. Only a few people were able to escape the open plains, enter the undulating Weiman River, and follow the river back to their hometown.

The Feather Legion of Anleston moved like the wind, turning dozens of miles. They wanted to board the boat and try their best to go to the other side. But the boat in the fortress at the mouth of the Weiman River had been burned by the Kingdom Army. The pursuing warriors stopped by the river and sighed at the river. They captured the warriors who fell behind, collected the precious food and weapons in the fortress, hid the private spoils, and escorted the prisoners back.

The day's fighting came to an end only when the sun set from the sky, the red dusk seeped into the earth, and darkness submerged the ruins of the battlefield.

After the great victory, Antonio counted the military achievements, held a banquet, and treated the entire army to a feast.

Around the burning bonfire at night, Duzulla's soldiers and the advance troops sang and danced together, celebrating the end of the war that had lasted for several years.

Anleston came to the giant dragon tearing at the whole roasted lamb with a wine glass in his hand, looked at him sincerely and said, "Thank you for your timely support today and for saving the soldiers of Duzula City."

If Nemesis had not taken action today, he would probably have had to watch Kunard slaughter everyone inside the magic ball and then lose his own life.

Although he had long since obeyed Quetzalcoatl's orders and submitted to Nemesis, only after today did he truly want to serve him as his master from now on.

Anleston has shouldered the honor of his family since he was born, and he regards the people of Duzula as everything. If not, he would not have decided to completely break with the Church of Tezca because of the blood sacrifice.

Nemesis glanced at Andrestone. Although he himself was not a good person, he had a good impression of Andrestone's role as a great and glorious savior.

"Don't be so polite. Defending the kingdom's army is also my job, isn't it?" Nemesis said lightly.

Anleston shook his head and said, "No, even so, it is a fact that you saved the Feather Legion. For this, you deserve everyone's respect."

Nemesis looked at him with interest and asked, "Feather Legion? Are you planning to turn this army under your command into a private army of the church?"

The church's private army is a term that has long been lost in the dust of history in the continent of Faerun.

Before the gods were restricted and unable to take action, the power of the church in the entire continent reached its maximum. Even thousands of years ago, there were theocratic states established by the church.

During that period, it was very normal for the church to have an army, because the church at that time not only sought to protect itself, but also needed hounds to conquer territory for them.

Later, after the dramatic changes more than four hundred years ago, the gods were restricted from interfering in the world, the power of the church shrank as a whole, and some religious states even announced their dissolution on the spot.

Without the need to attack territory, the army had no place to use its power. The church's high-level professionals and holy knights alone were enough for the church to maintain the dignity of God. For this reason, the church's private army slowly disappeared from the stage.

The former Sun Cult Army, Justice Cult Army and other legions were all disbanded by the church on the spot.

Now the Orthodox Church on the continent of Faerun basically only has squad-level guards in its own territory, but don't underestimate them because the professionals in these teams are often very high-level masters, and even on the battlefield, they can fight one against a hundred. But Maztec's situation at this time is different from that of Faerun.

This primitive continent is full of violence, and the large amount of empty land represents the existence of countless power vacuums. The alien continent where war is raging is when the church needs the army.

"I plan to transform the Duzula Army into a crusade for Quetzalcoatl." Andreston nodded and expressed his thoughts honestly.

Nemesis shook his head and said, "There is no problem in establishing a crusading army, but when the Golden Legion arrives, the church's private army is likely to have friction with them."

"Although Quetzalcoatl is a member of the Triumvirate, it is still a god from another continent. There are many priests from Woking and Helm in the Golden Legion, and I'm afraid they will have objections to this."

Nemesis didn't finish his words. Not only would the priests of the two gods of Amn have objections, but the top brass of the Golden Legion would also be jealous of this army that obeyed orders independently and would definitely find ways to get them to obey the orders of the Golden Legion.

After hearing this, Andreston fell silent. He knew that what the dragon said was true, but he did not want his soldiers to become cannon fodder at the orders of others. He knew that once the Feather Legion was united with the Golden Legion, the most dangerous tasks on the battlefield in the future would be assigned to these natives.

This is also the reason why he wanted to establish a private army of the church. First, it was to better maintain the reputation of Quetzalcoatl, and second, it was a pretext for him to continue to retain the sole ruling power of the Feather Legion.

He had already seen clearly that without the protection of the pyramid, they no longer had the opportunity to cooperate with the Golden Legion on an equal footing. Once the opponent's large force arrived, he was afraid that his own army would immediately become a vassal.

"What do you think I should do?" asked Anleston in confusion.

Nemesis smiled and said, "No sacrifice, no reward. Anleston, think clearly about what you want. Do you want to use this army as capital to bargain with the Golden Legion for a high position and countless wealth, or do you sincerely consider your soldiers?"

"If it's the former, you don't need to do anything, just wait quietly. If it's the latter, then you have a lot more things to do and a lot more responsibilities to shoulder."

Anleston's eyes moved, and he seemed to understand what the other party wanted to say.

"Leave here, Andreston, take your feather army and go to a foreign land to open up new territories for me. The faith of Quetzalcoatl will also spread during your journey. This is a good thing that kills three birds with one stone." Nemesis said with a smile.

Anleston was relieved when he heard this. He thought about leaving here with his army and living somewhere else, but he was afraid of retaliation from the Golden Legion. Moreover, he had already recognized Nemesis as his master, and he could not leave without Nemesis's permission.

Fortunately, with Nemesis's words, he could leave with his army, and the Golden Legion would not pursue him.

He looked at Nemesis with gratitude and bowed deeply. In his opinion, it was his duty to expand the territory for his master. Nemesis only asked him to do his duty, but took the risk of offending the Golden Legion for him, which touched him deeply.

Nemesis shaved his teeth and waved his claws to show that he didn't need to be so respectful. "Have you decided where you want to go?"

Anleston hesitated for a while, then said firmly: "West, I want to go to the West Coast."

(End of this chapter)