And most importantly, no one knows how to transform mortals into spirits that can survive in the world after death. Even the goddess Leia, who understands the soul best, cannot redeem her people.
Therefore, the ideal country could not exist from the beginning.
Even when Mozo was still Aragon, he was very clear that the ideal country described by the faith of victory for the people was always just a dream that the goddess herself felt was out of reach.
It's just that the goddess Victory at that time might really be moving towards her dream. But what happened back then has nothing to do with today.
It is enough to know that the Utopia does not exist.
Looking at the inscriptions flashing wildly around him, the old bishop apologized to Mozo.
He closed his eyes and prayed silently.
Marquis Bill's men outside rushed out as soon as they saw the church suddenly closed.
However, after seeing the countless inscriptions flashing wildly, they rushed back at a faster speed than when they came.
Mozo, who was inside the church, stopped thinking and immediately took out the pure white scale from the bag around his waist.
The pure white balance just left the bag before complaining to Mozo.
It was horrified to see the countless inscriptions around it whose energy levels were madly increasing.
"This, this is the Siber Explosion Magic?! Partner, why do you always go to such dangerous places?!"
"You also know what this technique is?"
"Of course I know. It's Siber's Explosion Magic. Not only can it precisely control the explosion range, but it can also blow everything within the range to pieces! It looks like it's about to explode. Partner, don't just stand there, make a wish!"
Mozo said without further delay:
"I am Aragorn Isildur, Duke of Hebron! I offer this in exchange for the safe disintegration of Sibor's explosion magic and my successful recovery of the Sword of Anduril!"
"That's right, partner, don't worry. This little magic trick is definitely not as good as the information you gave me, huh? Is the one you brewed specially for Aragorn, Duke of Hebron? And you're going to find the Holy Sword of Anduril?"
Chunbai Ping cursed out immediately.
Why is it that you never stop making this thousand-layer cake
Looking at the inscriptions that covered the entire church, they went from shining wildly just now to disappearing one by one.
Mozo then retracted his gaze and turned to the pure white balance and said:
"This doesn't seem like a big deal, does it?"
"Isn't this a big deal? This isn't some unknown duke. This special brew is from a famous hero during the Orc Wars. This, um, this, uh, doesn't seem as good as the previous ones?"
I remembered that the pure white balance in Mozo’s previous identities suddenly went out of power.
If you think about it carefully, the identity of the Duke of Aragon seems to be nothing compared to the other identities of this partner who seems to be a thousand-layer pancake!
How could a country duke from a bitterly cold land compare himself to such big and powerful figures as the Lord of Painted Shadows and the Sun King
And the most important thing is that one Aragon is at most involved in one Hazel Empire!
Compared with the previous ones, this is nothing!
After realizing this, Chun Bai Ping immediately smiled happily at Mozo:
"Ahem, well done, partner! Please give me more of this kind of information in the future. I like this kind of mediocre intelligence the most!"
Chunbai Ping was here smiling and sighing that he had finally done a normal business of high quality.
On the other side, the old bishop stood up in shock and looked at the inscriptions around him that had all been extinguished.
Then the old bishop pointed at Mozo fiercely:
"You! What did you just say?"
After Mozo put down the pure white scale, he looked at the old bishop and said with a smile:
"I say I am Aragorn Isildur!"
After hearing Mozo point out his identity again, the old bishop's face suddenly showed a complex expression that Mozo could not describe in his own words.
After a while, the old bishop asked Mozo:
"Yes, the Lord Aragorn Isildur who was long dead in the books?"
What is the one who died a long time ago...
Mozo was also choked by this sentence. After coughing, Mozo held up the pure white scale and said:
"You are also a high-ranking clergyman of the True God Church. You should know that what I am holding in my hand is the Pure White Scale, one of the original divine objects! Then I don't need to explain what this means, right?"
As the diocesan bishop of the True God Church placed in the city of Goling, the old bishop must have good knowledge and experience.
So when Mozo said this, no matter how shocked the old bishop was in his heart and how distorted his face was,
He could only nod sadly.
Even so, the old bishop couldn't help but say:
"But how is this possible? How could you be Lord Aragorn?"
322 There is a better way (3k)
Mozo smiled and expressed his understanding of the old bishop's gradual shock. He then turned around and looked at the church where the inscription had disappeared.
While using his own ability to draw a false explosion inscription on it, he said to the old bishop:
"Whether you believe it or not, the facts are here. Of course, if you think I made these up on purpose to deceive you, that's fine. But I personally sincerely hope that you can believe me."
"Because this should allow many, many people to survive safely."
I don’t know if it was Mozo’s last words that touched the old bishop or something else.
Anyway, after Mozo finished speaking, the old bishop shook his head helplessly and said:
"Okay, I believe you. After all, what you hold in your hand is indeed consistent with the legend. And I don't think they will make a big fuss for me. After all, this Sibor Explosion Magic is impossible to shut down in my opinion."
"But you stopped it, so what you want to take is not the real Pure White Scale, but some other high-sequence item. I accept both of them regardless of whether they are real or fake."
Of these two possibilities, the former naturally needs no further explanation, and the latter is enough for the old bishop to accept, because the glimmer of hope represented by Mozo made the old bishop unwilling and afraid to let go. At least before confirming that Mozo is really just a lackey of the nobles, the old bishop is absolutely unwilling to give up.
The old bishop finally acknowledged his identity.
Mozo, who had painted a false explosion inscription on the church to delay time, sat down again and said:
"Although this can deal with the people outside for a while, it won't last forever, so I must take this time to have a good talk with you."
The old bishop nodded in agreement and sat down.
"What do you want to know?"
Mozo knew that the two sides had only established preliminary trust, so he did not ask sensitive and unnecessary questions such as who the old bishop's companions were.
Mozo asked the question that had been on his mind since the beginning:
"You are planning to sacrifice yourself to buy time for your companions, so I want to know what your companions are going to do?"
Mozo knew that this question was also very sensitive, but he had to ask. The other party's actions undoubtedly meant that they would take action in the near future!
In this situation, Mozo felt that if he knew nothing, he would not only regret it, but these rebels would probably not get a good result.
Even Mozo had some doubts that the rebels' plan might have been doomed to fail from the beginning.
If possible, he hopes to avoid such unnecessary things.
The old bishop hesitated in response to Mozo's question.
Mozo waited quietly without urging anyone. The time he had gained was not much, but such a wait was undoubtedly necessary.
After a few breaths, the old bishop sighed and said:
“I hope I made the right choice.”
After saying this, the old bishop turned to Mozo and said:
"My companions have decided to launch an armed uprising and occupy Geling City at the Victory Festival in five days!"
Mozo knew that they must be planning something very big, but he never expected that what they were planning would be so big? !
After being shocked for a moment, Mozo suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked:
"I'm not laughing at you, but how can you possibly gather enough troops to occupy Ge Ling City? And even if you have a considerable number of troops supporting you, how can you fight against the large number of mid- and high-sequence transcendents in Ge Ling City?"
In Mozo's hometown, such an armed uprising might be able to make up for the power gap by relying on the right time, place and people.
But in this fucked-up supernatural world, the difference in quality could never be made up by quantity. Moreover, Mozo really didn't think that these rebels could gain much military support.
The old bishop bowed his head and said:
"Not only were soldiers allowed to drink on the day of the Victory Festival, but even sentries on duty could get drunk secretly. This was an opportunity, and they wouldn't have been prepared for much."
"Besides the troops that agreed to support us at the beginning, there are many officers in the camps who are also keeping a wait-and-see attitude. As long as we show them the results, some of them will definitely follow us."
"In the end, as long as we can really occupy Geling City, people in other areas will definitely follow suit."
Mozo quickly interrupted the old bishop's speech and said in a strong voice:
"That's enough. You and I should both know that this can only expand your influence, but it will never be a decisive factor!"
"Are you guys doing this without any plan, just relying on passion? I understand your feelings, but how can such a reckless plan be approved?"
"This is not passion, nor is it justice. This is just a futile sacrifice!"
Upon hearing this, the old bishop could not help but stand up and shouted angrily:
"We are pursuing the dawn of the long night! Sacrifice is acceptable! This is something we all know! I cannot allow you to insult us like this! Their sacrifice is extremely noble!"
Mozo also shouted in an even more angry voice:
"Shouldn't those who pursue light live to see the dawn?"
This sentence instantly touched the old bishop's heart. He was stunned for a moment before he sat back down in dejection and murmured:
"We want to, too, but this long night is so despairing. We can't wait for the dawn, and we can't see even a glimmer of light."
"So, we, we."
The old bishop began to tremble all over as he said this.
Mozo also said suddenly at this time:
"You knew from the beginning that it would be impossible to succeed? Your goal is not to occupy Ge Ling, you want to let others know that there are still people resisting?"
After being accurately predicted by Mozo once again, the old bishop slowly stopped trembling and struggling in astonishment. He looked at Mozo helplessly before smiling bitterly:
"Can you tell me whether you are too clever or our plan is too naive?"
Without waiting for Mozo to answer, the old bishop continued:
"As I said, this long night is really hopeless. After you and Emperor Baggins left, everything changed. Her Majesty the Goddess gave up her glory, and Queen Carol also changed her original intention."
"After seeing this situation, the other surrounding countries also slowly but quickly changed their attitudes."
"After the initial reformers left, our lives went from prosperity to continuous decline. Our predecessors paid countless blood and sacrifices, but this darkness is as thick as ink."
"It can't tolerate a little light!"
The old bishop looked at his clenched fingertips and said:
"Even if there is a little spark, they will put it out immediately! And such sparks have appeared countless times in history. They have also been blown out countless times!"
"Today, almost everyone has accepted everything. We, the dreamers, have gone from having constant success at the beginning to having a hard time now."
"No one believes in the light anymore! It's as if everything at the beginning was just a dream!"
Having said this, the old bishop looked at Mozo and said:
"This is not right. We all think it is not right."
Mozo also looked at the old bishop with complicated eyes and said:
"So you plan to attack Geling City?"
"Yes, we also know that it is impossible to succeed, but as long as we do it, we will definitely light a fire in Nengling City!"
After the old bishop said this, he held Mozo's shoulders with great excitement and said:
"It is true that this fire can only illuminate this long night for a brief moment, but it is precisely with the backdrop of this endless darkness that our firelight will illuminate more places!"
"Even if it's only for a moment, we firmly believe that this moment of light is enough to let everyone who is accustomed to the long night understand that there are still people resisting! We still have hope!"
"They will surely understand that not everything is born right!"