The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

Walking on the gravel road of their hideout, and seeing the believers who were clearly quite satisfied with their current lives, Ellie and Olena felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Back in the White Kingdom, they never had the opportunity to participate so actively in government affairs and see the results so clearly.

In fact, at first, they were not very willing to handle matters, fearing that it would cause a bad impact. So at the beginning, they all learned from Rand's style to handle the things that Rand pushed to them.

In fact, although they have their own understanding now, they still follow RAND's standard practical style.

So far, the results seem quite good; managing an entire baronial territory with a population of over two thousand has not encountered any problems.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction, and they are contributing to this progress.

They initially wanted to recruit Rand as a staff member of the White Kingdom, but now it seems that they themselves have been recruited by Rand and have been doing their best to help him.

But it feels good.

Such achievements are impossible to obtain elsewhere, at least not in the Land of White, where one of them can only play the role of a young prince and the other can only play the role of a rigid teacher.

I didn't feel anything when I was in the White Country, but now when I look back, I just feel that my time in the White Country was really boring.

Therefore, even though they were left with embarrassing images from the past, Ellie and Olena were very glad they were able to come out.

At least during this period, they were quite happy.

The two of them strolled around outside, enjoying the breeze for a long time.

Since it was already summer, but because we were located in the north, the wind felt warm rather than hot.

Rand finally emerged from the sacrificial chamber and bumped into two beauties strolling there, immediately realizing the soundproofing problem of the sacrificial chamber.

However, Lysa's personality has already become deeply ingrained in people's minds, so Rand doesn't need to worry about becoming even more perverted in their eyes.

He simply coughed lightly and said, "I extracted information about the God of Struggle's hideout from Lysa."

"Pfft." Ellie couldn't help but laugh when she heard Rand mention interrogation, then she shut her mouth and waited for Rand to continue.

Distracted by Ellie's laughter, Rand wasn't embarrassed and continued, "The God of Strife's hideout is stronger than we thought. Be prepared."

"I will oversee the pre-battle preparations of the second-phase army and command them from the sidelines. I will entrust the affairs during this period to you." As this was a serious matter, Rand's voice became serious as he meticulously explained the situation.

After Rand finished speaking and left, Ellie kicked a pebble on the side of the road and thought to herself, "He's pretty handsome."

Chapter 43 The Battle to Destroy the Cult of the God of Struggle's Stronghold

Ellie opened the documents she had borrowed from her sister.

Information about the Dark Abundance Goddess Cult is extremely scarce. Based on their actions, it can be confirmed that they are a cult. As for the Dark Abundance Goddess they worship, there is absolutely no information available.

In comparison, there is much more information about the God of Struggle. He is a bloodline god, and his image is mostly that of a three-headed wolf.

The Cult of the God of Struggle is mainly located in the Northern Territory, within the Northern Union. Their doctrine is to incite conflict, quarrels, fights, and wars; they relish any kind of dispute.

Those believers with a certain status could obtain the Crimson Pearl, a treasure bestowed by the god of war, through sacrificial rituals.

The Crimson Orb can transform these qualified followers into powerful monsters.

Since conflict will occur wherever there are people, even with the Torch Church's vigorous crackdown, the followers of the God of Struggle are like cockroaches that cannot be killed, and they continue to operate around the world.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Rand hid behind fifty fully armed soldiers: ten swordsmen and shieldmen, twenty spearmen, and twenty archers.

The swordsmen and spearmen were fairly competent, but the archers were less than satisfactory.

The training of archers is very difficult. Such a short time is simply not enough to train qualified archers. Moreover, without sufficient physical strength, a longbow can only be drawn a few times before it becomes unusable. Therefore, Rand equipped these archers with small bows.

However, the requirements for these archery novices are not high. As long as they don't hit their teammates and can keep their arrows stable in one area, they are fine. Rand doesn't need them to pick off specific targets, just provide firepower coverage.

The Cult of the God of Struggle's hideout in Crescent Moon Territory is extremely remote; in many places, there are no roads at all, requiring one to wade through thorns and brambles to reach it. It's a mystery how Lysa discovered this well-hidden hideout.

Of the high-level combatants accompanying the army this time, only Lysa is present. Olena and Ellie are still working at the hideout. However, if Rand is also considered a high-level combatant, then there are two of them.

On the third day after setting off, at noon, we finally arrived at the hideout of the God of Struggle sect.

After passing through the dense forest, there is a wide and flat area with a babbling stream nearby.

Rand stood on a tree, observing the surroundings. He stroked his chin, thinking that if the population of Crescent Moon Territory started to increase in the future, a village could be established here.

The land looks very fertile.

But now, we need to get rid of these parasites first.

Rand raised his command flag and shouted, "For the faith of the Mother Goddess!"

"For the faith of Mother Goddess!" the soldiers shouted along with Rand, and then, under Rand's command, they began to charge.

For flat terrain, there's no such thing as blocking the road. In fact, for villages with such flat terrain, the best way to attack is by night raid.

If Rand had fifty armored knights right now, they could charge in at night and wreak havoc.

Unfortunately, such power only exists in dreams.

Land had examined his village militia members and found that many of them, who suffered from chronic malnutrition, were night blind.

Moreover, during nighttime attacks, these recruits, who have never seen blood and have only recently undergone full-time training, may not be able to distinguish friend from foe.

So let's leave high-level maneuvers like night raids for later. Maybe by the time Tanl returns with his mercenary group after their training, they'll already be a bunch of battle-hardened veterans.

This offensive by RAND was a combined infantry and artillery attack, although there were no cannons involved.

It sounds impressive, but it's really just about maintaining the infantry's formation, waiting for the archers in the back to fire a volley of arrows, and then advancing a short distance.

The key to this offensive strategy lies in exploiting the brief but crucial gaps in the enemy's formation due to being suppressed by archers, or their inability to immediately switch from a defensive to an offensive posture.

Of course, this was just training. Although the number of cultists was greater than Rand had imagined, it was still within the scope of what these new recruits could handle in their combat training.

Unless everyone here can transform into the kind of monster Taran described.

As the massacre of these cultists continued, some cultists finally began to use the Crimson Orb.

Rand looked at Lysa beside him, and Lysa immediately drew her bow and nocked an arrow. The seemingly enchanted emerald green arrow, like a nimble fish, darted through the crowd, piercing the throats of every cultist who tried to use the Crimson Orb.

But the cultists quickly realized what was happening and began using their transformation abilities from behind cover.

Rand frowned. Tanl wasn't there, and there was no high place for him to stand, so his grasp of the situation wasn't very clear.

Until several multi-headed, giant red monsters burst out from among these cultists.

"Hold the formation!" Rand roared. These soldiers had been told beforehand that they would encounter some inhuman monsters, and they often saw minotaur villagers during training, so although they were shocked to face these monsters, they were not too panicked.

"Archers! Fire!"

The archers, following Rand's command, launched their arrows once more.

These novice archers could not control their arrows accurately, but with training, they could still hit the general area.

Once this is achieved, firepower suppression can be achieved.

Arrows rained down, felling these giant monsters that were two or three people tall, but many more still rushed to the front-line swordsmen and shieldmen.

At this point, these rookie archers are of little use, because they simply cannot avoid harming friendly forces in the melee.

They could only continue to suppress other enemies in the distance, and as for those who rushed close, they could only rely on swordsmen and halberdiers.

"Raise your shields!" Rand roared again.

The monster's giant hand slammed into the shields, but it could only break a few shields at first; the difference in strength wasn't great enough to flatten a person.

Soon the well-trained swordsmen and shieldmen raised their shields again.

"Raise the halberd!"

The halberdier raised his halberd and plunged it into the giant's body.

Several more giant monsters charged to the front lines.

Why are there so many? Rand wondered, but he still gave the order without hesitation. Having experienced a lot since his transmigration, he was hard to be swayed.

"Don't panic! Maintain formation!" Rand continued to roar loudly in the noisy environment.

Although they are new recruits, these can all be considered religious soldiers. Compared to ordinary soldiers, these soldiers with religious beliefs generally have higher morale.

Moreover, they had great trust in their messenger, Rand.

Therefore, all that could face these charging giant monsters were a forest of halberds and a mountain of shields.

With the fall of the last giant monster, the battle finally came to an end.

After ordering his followers to clean up the battlefield, Rand prepared to see if there were any suitable prisoners. Just like when he first came to the Abundance Cult, many of the cult members were actually penniless civilians, not necessarily evil cult members.

Rand planned to select some and then bring them under his command.

Furthermore, his ability to grant immunity to sacrifices is theoretically not limited to the goddess of abundance. We should take advantage of this god of war; it's a waste not to take advantage of him. I just wonder how many of these surviving captive believers can remember the prayers for the sacrifice.

The thought of the long-awaited opportunity to "fleece" (take advantage of deals) was exciting for Rand. As for the Goddess of Abundance, Rand could only apologize to her, Goddess of Abundance, for this one time only!

Chapter 44 Exploiting the God of Struggle and the Evil Neighbor

Sweat dripped from Canwell's forehead. He was an ordinary villager in Lake Source Territory, which bordered Crescent Territory, until two people dressed in blood-red robes came to the village and spoke to the village chief about something.

Then they were led to fight against other villages.

However, in Canwell's memory, all that past event remains are firelight, screams, blood, and entrails.

Then, I was brought here by these two men in blood-red robes.

During this time, he managed to learn what the God of Struggle was, and even managed to memorize the sacrificial prayers of the God of Struggle.

Then came more blood and screams. The Blood God form, which was invincible in Canwell's eyes, didn't seem so unstoppable in the face of arrows and halberds.

Immediately afterwards, he was tied up, and a young man with black hair and black eyes asked him for the sacrificial prayer to the god of struggle.

He gave a wry smile, roughly understanding what this young man, whom they called the messenger of the gods, wanted to do.

The divine messenger wanted to sacrifice himself.

The scene of the battle now, the corpses scattered all over the ground, the blood and entrails, and the prisoners captured after the fight.

Isn't this the best sacrifice to the god of war?

He had never offered a sacrifice before, yet the prayer he had just learned was about to be used by the enemy to sacrifice himself.

But there was no use in stubbornly refusing to speak. He wasn't the only prisoner, and they could torture him. Being sacrificed directly was better than being tortured first and then sacrificed.

To Canwell's great surprise, after the young messenger asked the sacrificial prayer, he did not send them to the altar, but went up himself.

Blood poured out, crimson swirled.