.Our enemies go and civil strife arise.

With the complete collapse of the three hundred years of cruel rule by the elf colonists, the military cooperation alliance formed between the nations of the Mazka continent has basically come to an end. Next, it will be another old-fashioned drama of melee, annexation and rebellion.

As the winner of the first round and the most powerful military leader in this vast land, the fish of King Tecumse, has they been provoked?!"

"What does Oukai's rebellion have to do with you? It's a big deal!"

Looking at the old man with a suspicious and vigilant look, Tinazen, who was covered in bruises, was so angry that she was so angry that General Oukai defected to him. "The new master whom General Oukai defected to is Samast, the founder of the Dragon Witch Cult. You should know his affairs as well."

"I have heard of some of the overseas merchants, who are said to be the most famous degenerate voter in the continent of Feren, a traitor who is enemies of the goddess of magic... But isn't he already dead? Or are you kidding me?"

Manuel's eyes became even more confused for a moment. If it weren't for the scars that looked at the two ladies and seemed to be not threatening, he might have called the guards in.

Of course, he did not immediately take action to heal their injuries.

"But in fact, not only did Samast not die, but also reached his hand to the Infinite Abyss and the Mazka continent."

The red shroud sighed and added with a dim face, "Everything in the world will eventually be destroyed. Only the dead dragon will rule everything... You should have heard of this fundamental doctrine of the Dragon Witch Cult. It is now circulating everywhere on your land!"

High Priest Manuel was finally moved.

"Can you say that those mysterious missionaries who secretly make trouble on the plateau are all Samaster's subordinates?" For a moment, the old man's voice was full of trembling, "Why is it the same for the Mayan tribes around General Oukai who had contacted during the rainy season?"

"It's almost the same. The advance team stationed on the outskirts of Tikal was suddenly attacked by nearby tribal militias. In the camp, Oukai's people took advantage of the chaos to rebel... As a result, only Red Shield and I had time to use short-range space spells to teleport out, and the destination was here."

Seeing that the old man finally believed what he said, Tinazen rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, while grinning and barely chanting the healing spell, repairing the wounds all over his body one by one - of course, he had to get out the arrows and bullets in the wound first.

"His Highness Glazt's adventure in entering the Mazka continent has been completely ruined now. The loss of Duanyu Town also makes any reinforcements from the abyss undesirable."

The red shroud slightly tidied up the torn outerwear and said with a serious expression, "But the situation you are facing is probably worse than us. There is a more terrible bad news to tell you that the feathered snake god Kukurkan, who has fallen for three hundred years, has been subdued and resurrected by Samast, and it is in the form of a dragon lich: a red-eyed snake covered with colorful feathers... Haha, this is really a dragon lich with the characteristics of the Mazka continent!"

"Kukurkan is resurrected!!!"

Without caring about the succubus's joke, Manuel's dim old eyes suddenly widened, his chest was undulating violently like a bellows, and he looked like he would fall down with a heart attack at any time. As a Maya, even a Maya who had left his hometown since he was a teenager, he knew very well what respectful status the Feathered Snake God had in this vast rain forest.

That was the absolute ruler of all things in the world over thousands of years!

As a arrogant god who has always been the only one, the feathered snake god Kukurkan would never be so generous: allowing a remote barbarian who does not worship him and a mortal king who does not believe in him to jump into the overlord of this continent.

Then, what awaits the Inca Expeditionary Force afterwards will inevitably be a terrible full-scale rebellion.

The city of Tikal was unfortunately at the forefront of this rebellion - not only because of the two fugitives who had just arrived, but also because of the huge amount of food, supplies, arms and transport ships stored in this transportation hub... were all the things that the rebels needed most urgently.

"...I am so grateful to the two ladies for their emergency notice, otherwise we would have almost become unjustly dead. Our intelligence officers did not even hear any slightest news about these terrifying news. It was really unsuccessful to have the dereliction of duty..."

After barely calming down, Manuel ordered the whole city to prepare for the war urgently and called the police to other strongholds. While tidying up his whole body, he hurriedly thanked the two ladies, "Fortunately, we have some time to prepare..."

"No, you don't have time anymore."

The red shroud suddenly interrupted his words in a deep voice, and at the same time, his right hand was stretched out with a dull look and pointed out outside the window. Manuel stood on tiptoe with questions and looked at it, and immediately opened his mouth wide and was stunned. Tinazen, who was casting spells to heal himself, noticed this situation, and shook his hands slightly and wrapped the unplugged arrow into the wound that was rapidly healing.

At some point, many torches lit up in the edge of the deserted and empty field outside the window. With the help of the orange-red flames, you can see that teams of blurry black shadows are gradually approaching from all directions, and there are also vague cold lights of sharp blades. After a while, a rush of voices came to your face. Even if you are still a distance between them, you can fully feel the murderous intent.

Those were thousands of crazy thugs driven by devout faith and filled with bloodthirsty desires!

"Oh, it's too late to discuss anything now... I said, I'd better give up on my fantasy and prepare for war!"

When he saw the military envoy sent out of the city to negotiate, who was shot into a sieve by the other party with a spree of guns, Tinazen sighed, pulled out the snake-shaped short sword from his waist with a calm expression, and whispered loudly to the two people standing in the room. The red shroud and Manuel, who had reacted from the loss of consciousness, immediately picked up their weapons and walked out of the house with a calm face.

A battle full of despair began.

The same scene was born around many other strongholds of the Inca Expeditionary Force.

King Tekumse spent half his life to defeat the elf colonial army, and the grand hegemony that had been established after thousands of difficulties and dangers was declared collapsed in just a short moment!

However, some foreign tourists who were not good at hearing and hearing still did not notice it at all.
Chapter completed!