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Strife was on his horse,Rebellion.He couldn't believe that he has to find find one of the Sins.At least one, to get them to fest up on the cause of the Apocalypse.

He hated/loved this. He loved the chase and the fight. But he hated that he has to be called up first. And of all the Horsemen.But it was a job, and he couldn't complain about it.

Hull arrived around 2 weeks since Strife landed on Britannia and within the eastern part of the island. He came here looking and preparing for something huge. He felt nothing as of yet as all he saw since his landing for open grasslands, mountains, and hills. Not even a sign of any sort of civilization. He felt frustrated as the lack of any Intelligent life in any direction his vision. His horse Be'lakor, a light red horse was busy taking its orders from Lawrence of going in a straight line and mapping out the routes he would create to help his fellow Horsemen. He then began to monologue to himself about the lack of any life forms to be seen and continued to carry.

But unknown to him, if he continued the same way he went then he will be 3-day journey to the Kingdom of Camelot.

Strife would stop at a village after a bit of travel. Though he planned to get to travel around Britannia. He could sleep on the outskirts of town, a bed sounded better.

After finding the main cottage and renting a room for the night, he would take a seat on one of the chairs and put his feet on the table. This was the rendezvous point before they e
get near Camelot.

Hull after a day worth of traveling later would eventually arrive at a moderately sized-village during the day. At first, people were somewhat intimidated by his uniform and mask which was extremely strange from most Holy Knights in the lands. However, their suspension died down after a while when he was in the tavern and rented a large room for around a couple of months so the just assumed he was a knight staying down here for a while.

With them believing he was a Holy Knight he began to plan as he put down maps of the different Kingdoms he procured and measurement tools on a fairly large table. His Gas mask hid his emotions but he was smiling giddily as his plans are being set in place and stone.

Throughout the day, Strife figured that he could help the town, when he needs to.

He would hunt monsters, as he finds no fun in just going for lost people, unless they were captured by monsters. Out of all the horsemen, Strife was always about himself, but could risk his life. But he was more about the Gold more than anything.

In his room large room in the town, he came recently to he had everything set up for a temporary base of operations until all Horsemen had arrived and their armies were signaled to cross the Great Pond. There Lawernce had multiple swords mounted up and maps both old and new littered the wall with multiple different routes and villages near there.

Currently, Hull was on a chair that was looking out a window. He was reading a book that contained information on the multiple races of Britannia. What intrigued him the most was the Giants. It read that the Giants were a savage and warlike race that has a connection to the earth but they still can listen to reason and if he defeats a leader of a tribe 1v1 combat maybe they will serve. Hull thought to himself if he is going to head up to the North of the Britannia, he may as well recruit a couple of tribes to further his plans.

Alongside Northern Brittania, the Seven Deadly Sins were walking about, trying to fix the damage caused by the Ten Commandments. After a long day of rebuilding towns and wiping out demons, the Sins decided that it was time to relax outside of the previous town. Meliodas and Ban sparred with each other, while Gowther watched. King and Diane were busy trying not to let the other know of their love, and Escanor kept himself awake by helping Merlin with her own studies.

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Strife now going to Northern Brittania, as he now caught word that the Sins last known location. How he got that info was his knowledge and his knowledge only.

However, once he caught word of what his brother was doing, and he could do roll his eyes.Always planning and thinking. One of these days, he's going to have a thinking stroke.

Although it would be easier to blow their brains out...it was a good idea for reinforcements.

Just one question, who is the horseman of what? Just so I know.))

Lawrence remained in Southern Britannia as he planned to things with the local populace of the villages. In the current village, he had been in for the last few days he came to the center of the village with a proportion for the townfolks. He had told them he is recruiting men for a mission of great importance and needed some quality men for his group and said he is willing to pay a large sum for their services. But the reason he has done this was that he was recruiting townsfolk and would be training them to act as a mercenary force that will spread his will and join up with his mercs until the REAL army of War's would arrive.

Some of the younger townsfolk (17-25) were excited about this news and took this as an adventure and to do battle while some of the older folks that needed money would join him to have money to send back to their families. In total, around 150 people in this town of 30,000 had joined up with War. Satisfied with this, Hull had told them to go home, rest, and pack up because they are leaving in 8 days.

I’ll be death then))

Grant rode into the town on his horse, despair. The eyes of his helmet glowed the deep crimson red they always did. Making the people around him feel afraid and uneasy. As he rode he looked for a place to stop, or familiar faces. Deciding to park himself near the crowd of new recruits, spotting Hull amongst them.

There Hull was talking with some of the younger recruits who looked upon him with awe. His outfit was a thing of his creation, to inspire fear, loyalty, and to be awe-inspiring. To Lawrence, this reason why his brethren wear similar outfits as him, to gain the same effects as such as his. The recruits were talking about who Lawrence was, why he's here and where did he even come from. But before he could answer their question saw his brother in the crowd of recruits, there was no mistaking such an outfit. He then changed his voice to that intimidation as he yelled to the recruits that were enough questions and sent them along and to wait for their leave as he himself is busy packing (and making war plans but they didn't know that.). He then waved his hand over to Grant before walking into the tavern.

Grant dismounted in front of the tavern and walked in. Everyone looked at him as he opened the door, the uneasy feeling filling everyone. He closed the door and walked over to hull.

“I see you have new recruits, it’s really the outfit that ,asks you so charismatic towards people.” He said

"Thanks, brother, it means the uniform works as intended." He said casually even though his mask hid his facial expression. "Let's head to my room, quickly now ." He then whispered to him a low voice that only the Horsemen themselves or those with great hearing could hear, "There too many eyes and ears." He said before going up the stairs nearby and heading in the hall and then into the room at the end of the hall.

He followed him and entered the room,

“Where are our brothers? I’d expect Strife to be here.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

"You know Strife, he always likes to play Lone Wolf." He said as he sat down in a simple wooden chair. The Room was Decorated with different swords and maps of Britannia and on the largest table in the middle of the room lied a large map with knives in where were cities and pieces of different types of units. "But anyways lets us speak of current affairs. Rumors have it the Demon race has attacked Liones and was repelled by the Seven Deadly Sins and that Camelot was recently conquered by the Demon Race."

“And that means?”

Grants job as death worked well for him, but he never really found the importance of strategy and tactics that Hull did. Not that he didn’t see them as effective but more as he didn’t need them to do his job. So if a city went down, he would go in without warning.

"Means that the Demons are making a massive comeback especially with a major city like Camelot. And Camelot from these maps is two-days away by foot. With this, the demons once again roam these lands and that will be a hindrance to our plans. However, the costal east and south has not yet been taken. If we expand our influence over these regions I can grow force ten-fold and we can have landing areas once we signal the REAL forces to come." He said vigours.

"Also means we have a helluva lot of fighting to do.", Strife said as we walked to his brothers. He was late, he admits that, but he had gathered a lot of gold through raiding so they have enough to build a fort of operations.