socalfunplaces Chapter 110 110 What is the point of a great victory if you don’t laugh at the enemy in person?
Chapter 110 110 What is the point of a great victory if you don’t laugh at the enemy in person?
Chapter 110 110. What's the point of a great victory if you don't mock your enemies to their faces?
The Dawn Church's Silver Armor Column's western expedition temporarily paused in Songlan City for rest and reorganization.
Markov, led by Gale, also went to the dungeon of Songlan City.
Markov was actually a bit helpless about Leo being captured.
They had tried to slow down their pursuit of Leo and his remnants as much as possible, but they really didn't expect this guy to be so useless.
He actually got caught just passing by Songlan City.
But it doesn't matter now. With the war having reached this point, Leo's excuse is no longer important.
The slogan of 'fighting nobles and dividing land' would, if taken seriously, probably lead to fighting all the way to the edge of the world.
Markov originally just wanted to drive Leo back to the royal capital and completely crush the Billka Duchy during the final battle.
This would serve as psychological torment for Leo.
After that, when Ian arrived at the royal capital, he would execute the royal nobles to inflict physical torment on the guy.
This way, he could maximize the torment and save trouble.
He didn't expect…
But Leo's capture ultimately doesn't affect the overall situation.
Considering it from another perspective, the fact that Leo, who had painstakingly planned for so long, was captured in Songlan City can also be seen as a kind of irony.
In any case, the current Leo is the most worthy of mockery.
After all, if he can't mock his enemies, then wouldn't Markov's greatest pleasure in winning the battle be gone?
Walking all the way to the depths of the dungeon, Gale pointed to the darkest, dirtiest, and most blood-soaked dungeon not far away and said:
"Leo and that mage are locked up over there. To prevent the mage from casting spells, we cut off his only arm and cut out his tongue."
"Sokoni also crippled his mana pool. Sokoni was the main force in this capture."
Markov didn't overreact to Gale's statement, after all, Leo and that mage deserved such a reward.
Markov just reminisced a bit:
"Sokoni's strength must have improved a lot… I still remember when I used to train with him under our adoptive father when we were young."
"Sokoni is a genius, always progressing faster than me, so my adoptive father always compared me to Sokoni…"
"Young Master Ian said that this is the hateful 'child of someone else'."
Gale didn't know how to feel and gave a wry smile:
"Sokoni's improvement certainly can't be compared to Captain Markov… Captain Markov, would you like to see him?"
Markov was silent for a long time, then smiled freely.
"Forget it, I think he probably doesn't want to see me right now… Let's get down to business first, the Dawn Church's western expedition can't be delayed."
As he said that, Markov glanced at the corner not far away.
At the corner, a black-haired young man leaned against the dungeon wall, motionless like a piece of wood, his breathing almost imperceptible.
Gale pursed his lips and said softly:
"Actually… after His… Pope left with you, Sokoni also missed His Holiness the Pope and Captain Markov very much."
"It's just… Sokoni's mother is not in good health, he can't leave, otherwise he would definitely…"
Before he could finish speaking, Markov raised his hand to interrupt Gale and said softly:
"Gale, let's not talk about these things. The past is the past. It's enough as long as everyone is doing well."
"There's no need to worry about Sokoni's mother's condition either. When the clergy of the White Robe Column arrive, they will solve everything."
"Dawn and His Holiness the Pope will not let their devout children suffer…"
Gale understood Markov's unspoken words and ultimately gave a wry smile, nodding without saying anything more.
The young man at the corner lowered his head, the dim dungeon concealing the complex and sorrowful expression in his eyes.
"Gale, I want to talk to Leo alone."
Markov said softly, looking at the dungeon where Leo was imprisoned.
Gale nodded and slowly retreated. Suddenly, Markov called out to him again.
"In any case, you guys have worked hard to capture Leo. Is there anything you want? His Holiness the Pope will not mistreat those who have contributed."
"No…"
Gale shook his head and said softly:
"It's already our honor to be able to help His Holiness the Pope, it's just…"
After a pause, Gale looked at Markov again with anticipation.
"If possible, can I see His Holiness the Pope again? I… we all miss him very much."
Markov pondered for a long time, but didn't directly agree.
"I'll help you pass on the message, but His Holiness the Pope is very busy with work every day. I can't guarantee whether he will see you or not."
"That's enough, thank you…"
Gale breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.
"Captain Markov, please do as you wish, I'll leave first."
At this time, the black-haired young man at the corner also quietly left.
Before long, only Markov and Leo in the dungeon were left in the dungeon.
Markov raised his foot and walked to the front of the dungeon. The next moment, accompanied by the intense rattling of chains.
Leo instantly rushed to the front of the dungeon, grabbing the fence tightly. On his bruised and swollen face, the madness of fear and hatred intertwined was undisguised.
"Damn it! How dare you treat me like this! The prince who has the right to inherit the noble Billka Duchy!"
"When my father gathers the Billka Duchy army, he will definitely crush you into dust!"
"I will definitely make you wish you were dead!"
Leo's hand struggled to reach out from the fence, trying to grab Markov.
But Markov remained unmoved, quietly watching Leo's last madness.
After he cursed for a long time, cursing until he was tired, Markov suddenly chuckled.
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it, Leo Billka?"
"Being beaten by the citizens of Songlan City that you were so concerned about, it's truly humiliating and ironic…"
"Looking at the way you are now, I feel a little sorry for you."
At this, Leo, who had just cursed until he was tired, went crazy again, cursing and spitting blood towards Markov.
But no matter what, Markov still stood in a place out of his reach, looking at him contemptuously.
"Look at you, Leo, you look like a helpless and crazy sick dog now."
Markov shook his head, pretending to be sympathetic.
"You tried every possible way to drive us out, did you get what you wanted?"
"You probably didn't expect such a day to come, did you?"
"What shouldn't be yours will never be yours, like Songlan City, like the throne."
Markov lightly said words enough to tear apart Leo's sanity.
Then he looked at Leo, who had just cursed until he was tired, once again flying into a rage.
This feeling, Markov had to say, was very good.
"Three hundred thousand troops, very impressive…"
Markov continued to sprinkle salt on Leo's wounds with a smile.
"Speaking of which, how long did you guys last? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? Leo… your army is as fragile as your pitiful dignity."
"Damn it! Damn it! Plebeian!"
Leo spat saliva frantically.
"Father will not let you go! Don't think that only you have heavy cavalry! We have more! We have more and stronger troops!"
"Are you talking about those wastes that we crushed into blood mist with one charge?"
Markov laughed dumbly.
"You thought you had seized the excuse for our Dawn Church to annex Treecrown City and played a little trick on your dying father."
"In your heart, our Dawn Church is probably an opportunity to help you fight for the throne, right?"
"Leo, ah Leo, you really are a waste, never understanding from beginning to end who is scheming against whom."
"What, still don't understand?"
The smile on Markov's face became more and more mocking and playful.
"From the day the Dawn Church was founded, we never thought that the Billka Duchy would continue to exist."
"You are glad that our appearance brought you an excuse to fight for military power, but from beginning to end, you have not faced this war squarely."
"Who is the hunter, who is the prey? You can't even understand this, and you still want to fight for the throne?"
"Leo, your life and pitiful intelligence make me sincerely sad for you…"
Speaking of this, Markov paused, then laughed loudly.
"Just kidding, I'm very happy!"
Looking at Leo, whose eyes were becoming more and more red, Markov said lightly:
"Still don't understand? Still think you can turn things around?"
"How about I explain it to you?"
Markov looked at Leo with great interest, regardless of the other party's reaction, from the beginning, setting the tone of the holy war without end.
To later, waiting for a reasonable opportunity to counterattack, and then raising the banner of the Dawn, shouting the slogan of 'fighting nobles and dividing land' to launch a war to annex the Billka Duchy.
All the steps and plans, he told him one by one.
Only then did Leo understand that he was a pathetic disposable item from beginning to end.
His existence was only to allow the Dawn Church to send troops openly.
And he…
Even with 300,000 troops, in the eyes of the Dawn Church, he was still an insignificant pawn.
This news completely shattered Leo's last trace of dignity.
He slumped to the ground, panting and roaring madly.
"You are devils! You will not die well! The Human Kingdom Alliance will not let you go!"
"You guessed right this time!"
Markov clapped his hands and said with a look of admiration:
"This is also what we expect! But… that has nothing to do with you."
Taking one last look at Leo, Markov turned and walked out.
"Enjoy your last miserable days."
"When the Dawn army breaks through the royal capital, you and your pathetic father and brothers will become the Dawn Church's best sacrificial offerings."
"Your lives are very useful and will draw a fair and square pause rune for this holy war."
Markov's footsteps gradually faded away, and in the dungeon, only Leo's roar was left with a powerless despair.
"Leo Billka, on behalf of His Holiness the Pope, I thank you for the opportunity created by your foolishness for the Dawn Church."
"Dawn will bless you in hell."
Accompanied by the sound of the dungeon door slamming shut, Leo's roar was only left with a powerless and desperate color.