The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

San Antonio, an ancient and powerful super empire, a powerful candidate for the most powerful country on the continent.

His area is vast, including the golden plains where the animals come from, the vast mountains of the south, and even the waterfront wetlands along the river, which are arguably rich in property and populated.

Among the great Powers, his relative moderation towards the foreigners is also due to the fact that the land is so vast that there is an extraordinary potential for war in marginal areas of human conglomeration, large areas of heterogeneous conglomeration, places of conglomeration of dwarves and dwarves.

Their successive royal families have also been extremely enlightened and have a very strategic vision. Unlike powerful countries such as Bayer, Orlando, the Sorority Federation and Silo, which have always been tough in the past, they prefer to solve problems with tactics.

But compared to elves who always hit their feet, their diplomacy strategy was rather smooth.

In the north, for example, they planted the Kingdom of Casoland, the Grand Duke of which also had the status of nobility of San Antonio, equivalent to the construction of a city wall of defensive beasts in the north and the insertion of a nail in the north.

And when they found that the integration of the North was unstoppable, under pressure from other powers, they simply abandoned Casolan and recalled the generals and San Antonio nobles who were still in the North.

Strategically, this is undoubtedly quite right. It should be good to shrink one's defensive positions before the jihad, and the Orcs of the North are not defensively necessary, but they can abandon the excess “limbs” without hesitation, but also prove the wisdom of the decision makers.

At the beginning of the jihad, they had waged several wars outside, devouring several small States, but when the crisis of the jihad had had was established, they did not hesitate to spit out the territory of those small States.

The largest population, the largest food exporters, the strongest industrial potential and the largest economic market, all have a world leader candidate in San Antonio.

But over the years, an event has considerably weakened the power of San Antonio.

Civil war, besides it, what can weaken the power faster?

The sudden death of former Emperor Hunter II, who fought Prince Winston of Power and Princess Maria for three and a half years, culminated in no victor.

The situation is getting worse and worse, so that they eventually choose to shake hands and make peace. If I recall correctly, San Antonio is now divided into two parts, the Golden Watercourse and the Golden Plains, one part of which belongs to Prince Winston and the other to Queen Maria.

In nominal terms, Queen Maria is the only orthodox, but her decree is valid only in 40% of the land and 30% of the people. Prince Winston is the first prime minister of the empire, but in his territory everyone sees him as an emperor.

It is worth mentioning that Prince Winston is also the head of the Knights of the Empire, to which at least 70% of the Knights of the Empire are loyal, while Queen Maria is the world's most powerful demon magician, and the legions of practitioners and magicians under her command are the largest legions of practitioners on the continent.

And the original people were very averse to Queen Maria's magician status, but after all these years of bloody warfare, the demon queen proved herself and the abyss were not all the way with the heads of countless demons, and she used the power of the abyss to crush the abyss, which worked very well.

And what was most amazing to me was that Maria was also the messenger of Ayer, that is, she was deeply fond of Ayer, the former reaper, and could even use the power of Ayer, which made me a little confused.

I asked the reaper of the Underworld, but he didn't get the answer, and Ayer didn't intend to introduce him to the side of the Underworld, and when asked, he always laughed mysteriously.

But now that Maria can borrow from Ayer, it's the treatment of her own daughter… In private, there are boring rumors of illegitimate daughters, but nobody is serious.

In all seriousness, San Antório is now being invaded by a coalition of trolls and demons.

Queen Maria's territory, the main enemies of which are the fiery demons and flame giants who have emerged from the Saphiron Mountains, where the volcanic zone has become a sea of abyss, from which polluters and burners, ignored, have been born, and because the Queen herself is a demon who "deserves to be purified”, with poor relations with the Church of the Holy See and no assistance whatsoever,

The Amu Mountains are the site of Prince Winston, which is already the first meat grinder of the real continent, where the troll's main battalion is, where the Great Sheikh Twerkin is present, where the Cathedral Church has built a line of defense, where the Angel Regiment has been destroyed three times and even lost its fortress.

In this context, every day the knights and mercenaries who ignore their dreams go there, every day countless bodies and bodies are lifted off the battlefield, and my arrival, the arrival of an ordinary human saint, does not provoke a single wave.

“War? Far away, little things, San Antonio will surely win the final victory. ”

“Heard, His Majesty and Prince Winston promised that whoever achieved the greatest results in Jihad would be the sole owner of the land after the war. ”

Stepping into the capital city of Klestan, the capital of San Antório, saw, but not panicked, a scene of war, the whole country had just woken up from the New Year, a scene of peace and prosperity in the city.

Even a lot of San Antórios thanked the demons and trolls for coming, at least, for getting them out of that damn civil war.

Their confidence and uncertainty are not necessarily exhaustive. San Antório's powerful combined power is one of them, and the war has always been confined to remote mountainous areas, and the great nobles and lords have not yet participated in the war, proving their sincerity.

And the first thing I did when I got to the city was gather intelligence on all sides.

Instead of my hand itching and wanting to be the obligatory golden nail hunter knight, the maps and information I got from Arroyo, the sun god, are too ancient, at least tens of thousands of years old maps and coordinates, already a hundred and eighty thousand miles from reality, I need to find relevant maps, histories, geographic information and find specific locations.

And when it comes to well-documented, historical classics, there's more to it than the palace.

So I just came to see Prince Winston here and see what kind of man he was.

But it didn't occur to me that in the palace of San Antório, the first encounter, could actually meet an unexpected object.

“You are…. ”

It was an old man with a charitable purpose, a rich sparkling eye of holy light in his head, that made his face blind.

Although I haven't seen it before, his big head is all over the continent, and I'm unlikely to mistake it.

“The Pope of the Cathedral Church? Kaloma I? ”