The next few days of Marching went smoothly, with no threats that required the leading team to interfere, while the weaker members made sure the way was open.

  It took them several days of marching that way to reach Mittellande, only to fall into the back of a monstrous army, any kind of beast imaginable besieging the area's capital.

  Quickly, they fell into the hordes back, tearing open large holes in the group's rear before they could even respond.

  The fight was a breeze from then on, the city gates opening to a second frontier.

  The fight was bad for the people defending the gate, while the Larv did not even try properly, their main goal being their own survival as they slowly and methodically decimated their opponents, like a scythe reaping weed, an analogy that would infuriate Jeolas if he knew of it.

  Soon, the ground looked as if the city had rolled the red carpet for its benefactors, the cheers of Survival stiffening quickly as the true nature of their saviors revealed itself.

  "We are the larv, cleansers of impurity and devout followers of the Primeval ones. Bow before us as your southern allies have, and we shall protect you from the mountain's wrath as we did today. Gather in the central sphere for the rite of cleansing, and forsake your twisted gods, then, and only then, will any of you live long enough to see the light of morning."

  The warlock smiled inwards - his current body incapable of such movements - as he considered the fact that none of his Paladins could actually kill someone.

  He saw it whenever he looked at their weapons, the magic within resonated not merely with him, but the very world they lived in, shattering souls of anyone on the other hand as the radiant power of it quite literally inflicted eons worth of burning to get rid of the otherworldly influence that plagued them.

  He felt the god's influence deep within these people, and some immediately ran into his people's blades in protest, simply falling to the ground as their own nerves began cooking their brains with information, their HP draining to make place for the nothing he called purification.

  "Forsake your gods, and our blades will not take your mind, for we are Paladins and priests, not cruel slaughterers like your people. We will even allow the Adventurers guild to set up here, the best monster slayers within these lands. Now give up and embrace the light we bring."

  He commanded, everyone quickly getting into position as he organized the larvan Paladins for the coming ceremony.

  His people all hummed a delighted tune as dawn began to break, their skin not burning in the gentle climate of these lands, which felt more like a gentle caress rather than the death sentence it usually meant.

  Few resisted, those who did so being put to the blade and purged of their classes and levels, their own power utilized against them as a taste of hell greeted them.

  Slowly even this resistance crumbled, and everyone knelt to greet their new governors, who proceeded the way they did with the previous city, beginning to rest for a few days as they began to convert and destroy all local worship sites, ensuring that nothing but the primordial's and the heroes who strike in their name remained.

  The Adventurers guild took root right in front of the Steinbrauer brewery, their friend quickly agreeing with their methods, as the two buildings were connected via the cellars. A branch of the shadow guild was hidden in a nearby shop, the allied organizations quickly spreading propaganda on the greatness of the primordials, quickly ensuring the collective effort to enforce an iron grip on the city.

  Within three days, a runner was sent to Furchenstein to ensure further political operations would begin within a few days more.

  It was after these days that the slimy legion decided to embark on further conquest, their troops heading towards the theocracies border, knowing that there were only four more cities to take, and their fast journey had overwhelmed their enemies without problems.

  "Well, it seems that otherworldly tactics do work, now hoping that we sweep those wannabe sacred heretics from this planet before we land in a war with two fronts, that didn't end well for the guy who invented this tactic."

  He commented, those who follow him simply accepting his weird mumblings as they braced the temperate plains panning out between them and their next goal.

  It was great, the moral had never been higher, and his soldiers praised him when the ground began to shift.

  Jeolas had heard this sound only once in all of his lives, and hoped to never hear it again.

  But none could ever mistake the sound of a charging cavalry for anything else.

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