Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

2When Marshal Giles found out something had happened to Holy Maiden, it was already spring.     0

    

Although Holy Maiden was the highest commander of this army, the actual matters had always been handled by Marshal Giles and the high-ranking generals. Apart from some confidence in the general direction, "Holy Maiden" basically did not directly take charge of any matters. This also meant that even if this army was less, she could still maintain the most basic operation. This was also the reason why Marshal Giles let "Holy Maiden" lead the personal guards to the front line.    

    

As someone in a superior position, occasionally being a little willful was not a big deal.    

    

Furthermore, Marshal Giles could also see that... "Holy Maiden" seemed to be in a bad state recently. It was also a good thing to go to the front line to take a break from those enemies.    

    

However, Marshal Giles did not expect that "Holy Maiden" would never come back after she left.    

    

In the month and the month of the month, Marshal Giles could still receive some battle reports that seemed to be related to Holy Maiden. In the month of the month, the army started to move. Marshal Giles did not care about the results of the attack on the front line for now. After that, he did not receive any news about Holy Maiden.    

    

In the beginning, Marshal Giles thought that this was just Holy Maiden's strategy. After all, not only did she have extraordinary martial power, but she also had great military talent. It was normal for her to hide there to gain more battle results.    

    

In April, he still did not receive any news.    

    

In May, Marshal Giles finally could not hold on any longer.    

    

Yes, even if "Holy Maiden" was not around, the army could still maintain the most basic operation, but that was only the most basic operation.    

    

Without the most important core, the army could not even attack.    

    

Not to mention the various problems that had been hidden all along.    

    

There were strong enemies outside, and the generals inside were not completely united. Even the soldiers gradually began to ignore military law. Just yesterday, Marshal Giles even personally chopped off the heads of five deserters.    

    

But when Holy Maiden was around, even deserters would not appear in the army.    

    

In the big tent belonging to the general, Marshal Giles, who sat in the main seat, held a tobacco pipe in his mouth and looked up at the top of the tent. Smoke lingered and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the piles of wine bottles around him were enough to show that there were a lot of things.    

    

It was only when the smoke no longer drifted out and the tobacco in the pipe was all burnt up that Marshal Giles stared at the pair of bloodshot eyes and searched around.    

    

His hands were trembling.    

    

He did not know if it was because of alcohol or something else.    

    

Marshal Giles only managed to calm down after he took out a small bag filled with tobacco and a new tobacco pipe.    

    

"Sure enough, there is still smoke. There is still... Gan! F * ck you!"    

    

Not only did Marshal Giles not fill in a new pipe, he even smashed the pipe in his hand into pieces.    

    

"It's useless..."    

    

Marshal Giles painfully closed his eyes.    

    

The tobacco given to him by the Snake Worship Sect could temporarily calm him down. It was even more effective than alcohol, but that was only temporary. Once the tobacco was gone, he would become even more anxious.    

    

He looked like a cripple now.    

    

"It's impossible that there's no news at all..."    

    

His nails dug into his palm, and blood dripped down the gaps between his fingers.    

    

"How is this possible... What in the world went wrong?"    

    

Marshal Giles hammered his own head with all his strength, as if this could make his thoughts clearer.    

    

His thoughts had also become clearer.    

    

No matter what happened to Holy Maiden, it was still related to those foreign enemies.    

    

In other words...    

    

"Someone come! Someone come!"    

    

Marshal Giles, whose eyes were bloodshot, shouted loudly.    

    

"Sir, what kind of fen do you have..."    

    

A guard walked into the big tent, but was shocked by Marshal Giles's appearance.    

    

"Master, are you alright? Do you want to find a doctor?"    

    

"I'm fine!"    

    

Marshal Giles rudely interrupted the guard.    

    

"Pass on the order! Assemble the army to fight! All troops, go out!"    

    

"Go... fight?"    

    

The guards were confused by Marshal Giles's order.    

    

"Master, who are we going to fight?"    

    

"Anyone!"    

    

Marshal Giles roared angrily.    

    

"British! Burgundians! French! It didn't matter who it was! They were all the main culprits! They should all be killed! No one can escape!"    

    

" Uh... "    

    

The corner of the guard's mouth twitched.    

    

"Sir, you are drunk..."    

    

"I did not drink!"    

    

Marshal Giles was still roaring.    

    

"Send my orders! Quickly go!"    

    

"Uh... Sir, you are indeed drunk."    

    

The guard pointed at the hill-sized bottle of wine.    

    

"Sir, you may have been too tired during this period of time. You should take a rest..."    

    

Bang!    

    

Before he could finish, Marshal Giles threw the guard to the ground.    

    

The large hand that was still dripping blood grabbed the guard's neck. At this moment, the thin hand was like an iron clamp, unable to break free.    

    

Marshal Giles stared at the guard's eyes. The shadow behind him twisted and changed. It looked like it was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, but it also looked like it was screaming.    

    

"You are also a traitor. Am I right? Just like the five deserters yesterday... You sold Holy Maiden out, right? "    

    

The big hand slowly tightened.    

    

"You are all traitors..."    

    

"Urgent report! Lord Marshal! Urgent report!"    

    

A messenger rushed in.    

    

"Holy Maiden's send-off, sir!"    

    

The messenger was shocked by Marshal Giles's action and froze on the spot.    

    

"What? There's news?"    

    

Shocked, Marshal Giles threw the half-dead guard aside and snatched the report from the messenger.    

    

"Gong Bini... was captured? Burgundians?"    

    

Looking at the battle report in his hand, Marshal Giles's brows tightly knitted together.    

    

No, it was completely wrong.    

    

With Holy Maiden's strength, she would not have any problems killing her way out of the Burgundians's territory. How could she possibly be captured?    

    

Furthermore, the time was completely not right.    

    

But there was no need to think so much anymore.    

    

"All troops, attack! Kill!"    

    

Marshal Giles waved his bloody hand.    

    

"Kill all the Burgundians! No... Wait, wait..."    

    

Marshal Giles grabbed his hair in pain.    

    

He couldn't kill them, he absolutely couldn't kill them like this. Putting aside the military order that "Holy Maiden" had left behind, just the safety of "Holy Maiden" would definitely not allow him to do so.    

    

After all, "Holy Maiden" was at least still alive.    

    

"Money! We will give them money!"    

    

Marshal Giles seemed to have thought of something.    

    

"I still have real estate at home! And a manor! I can give them all! We can give them a lot of money! As long as they can get Holy Maiden to return..."    

    

Marshal Giles suddenly could not say anything.    

    

Although there were rules such as using ransom to exchange for captives in name, but in the current situation, would those Burgundians really abide by this rule?    

    

"Oh god..."    

    

In the big tent, only Marshal Giles's wailing could be heard.    

    

He was like a dying night owl.