This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 339 - 294: One Shouldn’t Be Too Holy Sin

Chapter 339: Chapter 294: One Shouldn’t Be Too Holy Sin

From Emily’s perspective, this so-called war this morning was very boring.

The six armies dispatched by the First Empire were all defeated without exception, and a large number of Imperial soldiers were captured.

The entire battle process was absurdly simple.

The Imperial army advanced side by side!

The Imperial army sang all the way!

The Imperial army penetrated deep into the battlefield!

The Imperial army discovered the enemy!

The Imperial army boldly charged!

The Imperial army was completely annihilated!

The storyline was already boring, and Emily watched it six times in a row, almost falling asleep.

Those explosive potatoes buried on the early phase of the advancing route were actually a feint left behind to lure the enemy deep.

Their power was deliberately reduced; in Lette’s terms, they were the youthful, mini, castrated version of explosive potatoes.

The purpose was to give the enemy a scare and then dispel their doubts.

After all, if they walked for such a long time without encountering any enemies, surely someone would become suspicious.

Giving them little surprises from time to time was the way to make sure they stayed on the right pursuit path.

A good planner should guide the players onto the pre-designed correct path using imperceptible means.

This was the most useful piece of Holy Sin Quotes that the Elf Princess noted down during the morning.

For most of the time, the First Empire’s army was searching for the enemy, and the actual combat time was less than one-twentieth of the marching time, after which they scattered and fled in defeat.

Being too far in, they had nowhere to run, and not a single fish slipped through the net.

One of the armies had an especially miserable time, not even seeing the shadow of an elf throughout the entire process.

They cooperatively walked into the predetermined fire coordinates under the guide of earlier trap hints and then lost all fighting capabilities after a barrage from the Pea Shooter cluster on the hillside.

Then, the already planted magic vines quickly grew, binding the captives tightly.

Lette considered that too much killing would affect the divinity of the Holy Light Goddess, and also not be conducive to the future diplomatic relations between the Elf Empire and other human empires.

So, the power of the Magic Bombs was adjusted to the point of stunning the enemy.

Otherwise, these six armies would have been blown apart, turning into the forest’s bloody fertilizer.

"Tell me, Lette, is this okay?"

Emily patrolled the scene again: "What about these captives?"

"Just leave them in place; the magic vines will slowly transport them to the designated locations,"

Lette’s voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Once the war ends, and after the high-level personnel changes of the First Empire, release them back.

They are walking faith generators. If they can be preserved without large-scale damage, then they should be.

No one will go against the Power of Faith."

"So, what’s my role exactly?"

"Don’t worry, these troops aren’t the core of the First Empire. I think they are probably just border city garrisons.

Catching them won’t hurt the First Empire’s core.

If I’m not mistaken, the First Empire is already truly gathering its large army and summoning high-end forces to move to the border.

As for speed, it could be one or two days at the fastest, four or five days at the slowest, arriving in batches.

By then, that will be the real counterattack of the Empire.

Then you won’t have to worry about being idle; there will be high-level opponents for you to choose from."

"Alright, I’ll be watching."

Lette’s voice continued to echo in the walkie-talkie: "Also, don’t remain idle, see if there are any big fishes hidden among these six armies.

If you can catch one or two, our gameplay will become more varied."

Emily scratched her head: "But how will I know who the big fish is?"

Lette chuckled: "Use your dead-accurate beast’s instinct to guess! Since you have nothing better to do, it’s best if you guess right. If not, there’s nothing lost.

Just consider it as adding a bit of fun to your otherwise plain and tedious task."

Emily wanted to refuse, but for some reason, upon hearing the phrase ’if you have nothing better to do’, she felt inexplicably persuaded!

Well then... let’s look?

Thus, Emily covered her face and, riding on Wind Magic, began hovering back and forth between the six prisoner camps created by magic plants.

But in her eyes, these captured prisoners didn’t seem to have anything special.

However, there were indeed a lot of them.

The first batch of war-ready troops from the Elf Empire comprised nearly as few or as many as one of these six groups.

Mobilizing the entire population of the Elf Empire adds up to numbers similar to these six armies.

And this is only the number of defensive troops from six border cities.

If the entire military force of the Empire were mobilized, that number...

Emily wiped the cold sweat from her forehead; it was only after this real engagement began that she realized the gap in military strength between the Elf Empire and the First Empire was so wide without Lette and their intervention.

Indeed, it’s no wonder that the Elf Queen and the domestic opposition were so uncertain.

If she were an elf too, she’d be worried.

With such disproportionate strength, can they really win?

And what was terrifying was that, despite such a massive military gap, elves throughout the entire Elf Empire, from the Empress, the Princess, to various ministers, and down to the common folk of every profession.

All were incited by him, unwavering in their conviction to wage war!

But that’s not the scariest part!

The scariest part is, with his prior intervention, the elves, who initially had almost no chance of winning, could very well defeat the First Empire without significant casualty!

Furthermore, reclaim all the territories humiliatedly ceded over the years in one go.

Emily took a deep breath, searching her mind for words to describe this man’s perversity.

Perhaps, using Holy Sin as a substitute for this new connotation might be an apt expression!

For example, one should not be too Holy Sin!

Or perhaps, a person can be perverse but not Holy Sin!

Or maybe I’m not yet perverse to the level of a Holy Sin!

Yeah, yeah!

Not bad!

This could perhaps become a new cultural trend!

Emily flew across the sky smiling, but Lette’s voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Emily! What are you thinking?!"

"Huh huh huh! How would you know what I’m thinking?"

"I may not know, but Lilith told me she just felt a strong malice directed at me! Is that you?"

"Wha-what! How can you falsely accuse someone without evidence?"

Feeling guilty, Emily suddenly frowned, swooping down to grab one of the prisoners from the camp.

"Lette, Lette, I think I really caught a big fish!"