Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 419 refers to 400,000 pigs.
The battle to catch a turtle in a jar was quickly coming to an end.

Inside the expeditionary force's camp, blood flowed like rivers, and the imperial dragon flag was broken and carelessly discarded in the mud, mixed with corpses and shattered armor.

Of the 400,000 Imperial Expeditionary Force soldiers, apart from those killed in battle and a very few lucky ones who escaped before the encirclement was completed for various reasons, none of the rest were spared and were all captured!
Three hundred thousand defeated four hundred thousand, with fewer than ten thousand casualties, yet the enemy was completely annihilated.

This was a glorious victory that will go down in history!

"High Priest! I've brought back the person you wanted!"

Buck, the vanguard who had won the first victory in this battle, rang out with his signature loud voice. He strode in, carrying a person who was tied up like a dumpling.

Najenda, who had been captured, sighed helplessly in her heart. It seemed that her survival under the axe was not due to luck, but rather the result of someone taking special care of her before the battle.

As for the legendary figure who led a weak northern tribe to defeat an army of hundreds of thousands commanded by the northern prince Numasekha, founded the Church of the God of War, and directly caused the fall of the empire's millennia-old fortress, Changyuan, and was the main reason for her current defeat—

High Priest Mo Yu!
She was still very curious about what kind of person he was.
When Buck dragged her into the command tent and casually tossed her to the ground, Najenda finally got a clear look at the man.

It didn't have the three heads and six arms, or the blue face and fangs that one might imagine.

He was simply a man sitting cross-legged in the main seat, writing something on a piece of animal skin.

He wore a simple black Taoist robe and had no remarkable features. In fact, he was quite ordinary. Apart from exuding a domineering aura, he was no different from the masses.

What shocked Najeta even more was another figure sitting next to Mo Yu.

"Esdeath? What are you doing here?!"

Najeta gasped in shock.

Her best friend, who used to be aloof and treated men like playthings, was now as docile as a kitten, kneeling affectionately beside Mo Yu.

He pressed almost his entire body against him, craning his neck to curiously watch what he was writing.

Upon hearing Najenda's voice, Esdeath looked up, waved dismissively, and then pointed at Mo Yu as if it were the most natural thing in the world, saying:

"Me? I was defeated by this guy. As a prisoner of war, it's not surprising that I'm here, is it?"

As she spoke, Esdeath deliberately shook the finger-thick iron chain hanging down in front of her chest.

"Dingling bell~"

The crisp sound caught Najenda's attention.

Only then did she notice the chains buried beneath the proud snow-capped peaks, and the black collar that extended all the way to her fair neck.

Najenda looked at the chain that symbolized humiliation, and then at Esdeath's completely unashamed, even slightly amused, expression, and felt her eyes twitch uncontrollably.

To her, the collar and chain looked exactly like... a dog leash!

Which empire, arrogant to the core, is the strongest?

What about that incredibly powerful Ice Queen?

It's only been a few days! Surely the sadistic queen wouldn't just give up so easily after being defeated by this man in front of her, right?

No way! No way!

You are Esdeath's mouth!
Just as Najenda's worldview was being severely shaken, several more people entered the main tent.

Leading the group was the commander-in-chief of this battle, Gen Shi.

Following closely behind was Li Wu, who held a jade flute and had a graceful figure.

After that, there were five tribal chiefs, led by the old chief of the Rorou tribe, Urka.

Mo Yu's three-day rally order.

In the end, apart from the original four, only the Sefrik tribe obediently followed their orders.

Moreover, the young new clan leader didn't even dare to wait until the third day.

On the very day he received the divine decree, he immediately assembled all his warriors and marched at breakneck speed, rushing towards the camp of the Rorowu tribe.

Because the distance wasn't too far, and he ran really fast, he arrived at the battlefield this morning, just in time for the final battle to annihilate the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

That's right, Mo Yu never intended to actually wait three days.

The day after the message was sent out was the day of the final offensive.

Victory is a foregone conclusion; whether the four major tribes come or not is actually not important.

The so-called rallying order was nothing more than an attempt to add the crime of "disobeying military orders" to the existing charge of "allowing troops to plunder," thus adding the death penalty.

In this era where arson, murder, and looting were commonplace, even if Mo Yu had issued a prior order, the most that could be punished would be the tribal chief and a few others.

Compared to the benefits their tribe received, sacrificing a tribal chief is nothing! They'll do it again next time!

But if the rallying order is issued and no one shows up, that's a matter that can't be resolved simply by the head of a tribal chief.

In theory, all officers and soldiers who fail to arrive at the battlefield within the stipulated time are guilty of a serious crime of disobeying military orders and should be dealt with according to military law.

The young new chieftain of the Sefrik tribe froze the moment he entered the main tent and saw the figure on the main seat.

The Blood Asura who had just been leading the charge on the battlefield, penetrating deep into enemy lines, and striking fear into the hearts of the Imperial Army.

At that moment, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, like a sieve. He looked as if a rabbit had seen a tiger and was too frightened to walk.

He struggled to follow the four clan leaders to Mo Yu's side, then his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the cold, muddy ground hard.

"Greetings...Greetings, High Priest!"

The other four clan leaders, with equally respectful expressions, did not kneel, but instead clasped their hands and bowed in unison.

"Greetings, High Priest!"

"Ah."

Mo Yu continued writing something, replying indifferently without looking up.

The four clan leaders straightened up.

The young chieftain of the Sefrik tribe also hurriedly stood up, his body trembling and covered in sweat.

But then, his legs buckled again, and he knelt down once more.

"Your subordinate is guilty! I beg Your Highness... to punish me!"

He stood up earlier because the high priest tacitly allowed them to rise; if he hadn't stood up, he would have been disobeying orders. He knelt down again because he knew his actions had displeased the high priest and he felt guilty for not daring to stand.

Besides, his legs were so weak that he felt more secure kneeling than standing. So he knelt down again.

After witnessing firsthand how the Empire's 400,000-strong army was utterly routed, the new clan leader felt not only shock but also immense relief.

Thankfully... thankfully, I made the right choice the moment I received the order and rushed on my way without stopping, and I finally made it to the battle.

Otherwise, even if he did arrive within three days, he would still feel a chill on his neck.

Mo Yu ignored his apology and continued writing as if nothing had happened.

Only after writing the last word did he put down his pen, raise his eyes, and look at the burly man kneeling before him.

“As a warrior, you are far too weak, not nearly as good as your father.”

Upon hearing this, the young new clan chief lowered his head even further, his body trembling even more violently.

He knew clearly that what the Church of the God of War revered was the fighting spirit to wield a sword against the strong and the indomitable courage.

At this moment, what he should do most is to prove his courage, to raise his head and look the high priest in the eye!
But...but!
He dared not...

In his mind, Mo Yu's image was one of overwhelming power and immense pressure.

He dared not raise his head, much less look directly at Mo Yu.

At this moment, in his heart, even facing death was far less terrifying than enduring the high priest's indifferent gaze.

The power of Mo Yu is truly astounding!
Najeta witnessed this scene and understood it even more deeply.

In the eyes of these warriors from the northern tribes, just how terrifying was the power of Mo Yu, the high priest?

This is how the iron-blooded warriors who could not fear mountains of knives and seas of fire, and who could fight their way out of hellish blood seas, instantly turned into timid rabbits.

"Ugh."

Mo Yu sighed softly.

He gave them one last chance, but unfortunately, they didn't seize it.

"Get up."

Mo Yu waved his hand.

"You are not suitable to be the high priest of the Church of the God of War. Go back and find someone else."

"Thank you, High Priest!!"

Upon hearing this, the young new clan leader showed no fear or resentment whatsoever; instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he kowtowed again, deeply.

Mo Yu didn't look at him again, but simply waved his hand casually, signaling him to get lost.

His three-day mobilization order was no joke.

Those who come within three days are at least loyal and faithful. Just cut off a few of the ringleaders, replace them with a new batch of officers, and guide them. There's still value in giving them another chance.

The Sefrik tribe, for example, not only arrived at the scene immediately but also participated in the encirclement and annihilation of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, earning merit in the battle.

Furthermore, they were not simply looting; rather, because the old chieftain had died in battle and the tribe's warriors had suffered heavy losses, the new chieftain was worried that continuing to fight would be too much for the tribe to bear, so the march was slow, and the crime they committed was "cowardice."

As the clan leader, his choice was not problematic, but as the high priest of the Church of the God of War, and even as a warrior of faith, his cowardly behavior towards the lizards was absolutely unacceptable.

However, his performance and achievements in the annihilation campaign against the empire were enough to offset his merits and demerits.

As long as this young new clan leader can show even a little courage in front of him, Mo Yu will let him go without even touching his position as high priest.

But in the end, it was all missed.

However, considering the deceased chieftain of the Sefrik tribe and the merits made by the new chieftain, Mo Yu only removed him from the position of chief priest. His successor can still be elected by the Sefrik tribe itself.

As for the other three tribes...

One of them was incredibly enthusiastic towards the messenger, readily agreeing to everything, but in reality, he made no move to break camp. No sooner had the messenger left than he ordered the entire army to continue raiding southward.

They resorted to the Imperials' specialty: feigning compliance while secretly opposing them.

The other was much more direct, citing the long journey, the soldiers' exhaustion, and the ongoing siege of a major imperial city as reasons for flatly rejecting the envoy's request.

They even said that a general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders.

As for the third one...

The messenger did not return, and the other party did not react at all, continuing to do what they were doing before.

It's as if there was no messenger or any rallying order.

All I can say is that they are all highly skilled, and each one is more impressive than the last.

Having barely stepped into the empire's territory, he had already thoroughly learned all the bad habits accumulated over a thousand years in the imperial bureaucracy.

The next day, it was completely over.

Seeing that Mo Yu had no reaction and had not even sent anyone to urge or supervise the troops, the chieftains of the three tribes were completely relieved.

They even began to spread the message among their followers that the law does not punish the masses and that even the high priest could not do anything to them.

Moreover, in their own view, they were merely following the custom of the time to make up for the losses of their tribe after a great battle, and the high priest would not punish them for such a trivial matter.

The third day, in the evening.

The devastating news of the annihilation of 400,000 imperial expeditionary troops finally reached their ears.

This completely threw the three major tribes into a panic.

Holy shit! !
We were supposed to attack the Imperial Army together in three days? Why did the battle start so early?

Moreover, what's with the Empire's expeditionary force? Four hundred thousand troops!
Or annihilation?!
Even if you had 400,000 pigs, you couldn't be slaughtered all in one night!

At this point, the tribal chief who had chosen to outwardly comply but inwardly defy him finally remembered that he needed to quickly break camp and head back.

But as he looked westward at the setting sun, he knew in his heart that everything... was already too late.

On the third day, it was completely over.

(End of this chapter)