Taking the [Holy Light Catalyst Stone] handed over by Chang Liuchuan, Yang Yu threw it directly to Ias not far away.
"Commander-in-chief." Chang Liuchuan was about to say something, "Nothing, I have brought the things you asked for from Lord Usger, please make good use of them."
"Is there anything else?" Yang Yu asked.
Chang Liuchuan pursed his lips. He would never forget this frivolous way of speaking and this tone.
“We also brought a lot of holy objects from the Goddess Church, but they are all very valuable, and the bishops all agreed that they should be controlled by the Goddess Church.
[Holy Light Catalyst Stone] is already a special favor."
Yang Yu shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, since you said so. Then there is nothing we can do.
Well, fellow bishops, and fellow members of the Goddess Church who have come to support, I will stop talking nonsense.
You should have heard from Bishop Usger the seriousness of the matter, so I will not elaborate on it.
Now that I have been appointed commander-in-chief, I hope you will put aside your pride and fight alongside us."
At this point, Yang Yu changed the subject and spoke sharply:
"I hope that even if you pretend, you will pretend to be willing to fight side by side.
If you dare to act on your own and disrupt our battle plan, you will bear the consequences.
As the commander-in-chief of this operation, I have the right to kill everyone here."
A bearded bishop gently stroked his mustache, obviously very dissatisfied with Yang Yu's attitude.
They are bishops of the Goddess Church. Those who can sit in their current positions are highly respected by the world. They will only obey the Goddess and bishops of a higher level. What qualifications does this kid have to give them orders
"So, do you have any questions?"
The bearded bishop pouted and noticed that Yang Yu was glaring at him fiercely.
The white light flashed on Yang Yu's sword, and the bearded bishop found that the surroundings were in a mess, but Yang Yu was almost intact. He swallowed his words back in an instant.
Bishop Hu Zi thought to himself that the situation was special now, so he should listen to him just this once.
Yang Yu gave Bishop Beard a meaningful smile and began to arrange the tasks for the support troops.
Even in such a critical situation, there is no guarantee that everyone will reach a consensus and have no second thoughts.
Hearsay is ultimately not as convincing as seeing it with your own eyes.
When we hear that something is quite serious, there are always people who question the seriousness of the problem.
Yang Yu was used to it a long time ago.
Now Yang Yu does not have time to change their minds, he can only hope that they will truly realize the seriousness of the problem in the next fight against the Curse Sect.
Due to the urgent need for combat power, Yang Yu ignored this minor conflict and was too lazy to haggle over it, but he still kept some eyes on the reinforcements from the Goddess Cult.
If any of them dare to do anything presumptuous, Yang Yu will show no mercy.
Otherwise, one bad apple will spoil the whole barrel.
After arranging the reinforcements, Yang Yu turned his attention to Bai Jin, who was fully committed to removing the barrier.
Yang Yu knew very little about magic, and he could only trust Bai Jin's abilities.
Bai Jin kept exploring the magic barrier. Carlos, the owner of the barrier, sensed that Bai Jin was using magic to explore her barrier and tried to dispel it.
He unscrewed the bottle cap and put a candy bean into his mouth, but Carlos looked at the second barrier that had just been formed in front of him and sighed, which was rare for him.
"Even if Kshia sacrificed her own life, she still couldn't buy much time?"
Recalling everything that had happened so far, Carlos took out another candy from the jar.
[Temperance] is the name Carlos inherited from her mother.
[Love], [temperance], [praise], and [humility] are all disciples that have been passed down for quite a long time.
But Carlos' mother had a good relationship with Kshia when she was alive.
To Carlos, Kshia is like a mother-in-law.
Kshia was really dead, but Carlos didn't feel anything real, just like when her mother died, she didn't feel anything real either.
But Carlos didn't know whether the so-called new world of the sect really existed, but since her mother believed so, Carlos was willing to believe that such a world existed.
She grew up under her mother's expectations and became what her mother wanted her to be.
Now she contributes to the Cult of the Damned, just as her mother wished.
"The barrier outside can't hold out for much longer. There's no time to weave a third barrier."
After putting the candy back into the bottle, Carlos took out a knife and suddenly cut her wrist, and the bright red blood splattered onto the barrier in front of her.
Above the barrier that had just been woven, countless tiny magic circles surged, constantly absorbing the magic power in Carlos's blood, rapidly strengthening the barrier at an incredible speed.
But Carlos's face turned pale.
Originally, she should have passed this ability on to her children, but the demon summoning was imminent, so it didn't matter even if she had to use methods that might damage her origin and cause her to lose her power.
The blood dripped slowly, drop by drop.
A dozen believers of the Curse Sect surrounded the black pool, and just like Carlos cut her wrist just now, they used the knives in their hands to cut the meridians in their hands without hesitation.
The bright red continued to flow into the black pool.
The bloodless followers of the Curse Sect could not stop falling into the black pool, causing waves.
Gaskell Lorente watched all this and touched his chandelier that was emitting a faint blue light.
The temperature of the chandelier was as cold as his heart.
He thought he had become completely numb, but seeing his believers sacrifice themselves one by one in front of him, Gaskell Lorente was still moved.
When the last believer splashed water by the black pool, the voices of the Curse Sect believers who had been chanting spells suddenly stopped, and they all clasped their hands, knelt down, and prayed.
The rippled black water surface slowly returned to calm, and it was so deep that it seemed as if just looking at this black pool would completely devour your soul.
Without warning, a whirlpool appeared in the center of the black pool.
The first to emerge from the vortex were black energy, floating like clouds.
The black energy did not stay above the vortex for long. In the blink of an eye, groups of black energy ran out to find their hosts.
Baal's voice once again rang in Gaskell Lorente's ears:
"I can sense that they will soon break through the barrier. First, I will grant you the promised power, and then you will be able to welcome my most reliable subordinates."
The whirlpool in the center of the black pool grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it spun to the edge of the black pool.
A long tunnel appeared at the bottom of the originally empty black pool, with countless black, purple, and blue electric currents constantly surging in it, and horrible howls, roars, and wind sounds continuously coming out of the tunnel.
Baal's voice gradually became clearer in Gaskell Lorente's ears:
"first.
Please welcome my most loyal subordinates first.
Agares, the wise man."
(End of this chapter)