As the elf spoke, the entire venue fell into silence.
The elves present at the meeting showed gratified expressions, while the Bayerjans looked at each other, and finally, they all turned their eyes to Lord Caesar and Her Majesty Basilisa.
Basilisa didn't seem to have any intention of objecting. After all, this was what she had promised Finn, and it was something she had to do to the best of her ability.
Yang Hao looked a little bewildered. But soon, as his newlywed wife twisted his waist furtively, this man, who had long understood that his marriage might not be decided according to his own wishes, smiled bitterly:
"So are you planning on Caparia or Constantinople?"
He knew he had no choice but to accept Fen's open proposal.
This is not only because the United Nations does need a stronger and more powerful bond to go further, but more importantly, Theresa has no intention of objecting, but is urging him to win.
Did you reach some agreement secretly
The man sighed and decided to teach his wife a lesson tonight.
With his approval, the venue became lively again. The other girls with their own thoughts became more determined in their ideas and planned to follow Fen's actions and strive to get the wreath they wanted next time.
…
This is the last day of celebration and peace in the United Nations during this period.
After today, everyone will have to worry about the rest of life and war.
In the north, in Panlan, the former capital of Polan, the Great Khan had used all the methods he could to recruit all the nobles and capable people in Polan, and successfully moved his people to Polan to recuperate.
He did not plan to move south so quickly because he needed more and better equipment, needed to train his soldiers, and more importantly, needed to understand the current tactics of the Romans and further prepare supplies for the army's move south.
All these actions would take a lot of time, so Hutot Khan decided to launch the attack in June of this year, and before June, they still had to rest and recuperate.
At the same time, on the sea, the colonial fleet of Ishugard finally arrived at the waters approaching the continent of Elucia.
Their commander judged that they would enter the waters around Drake Harbor at the end of February, which also meant that they would officially launch the attack at the end of February.
Intelligence sent by the "merchants" who stayed behind in Drake Harbor showed that only new recruits and some veterans were left garrisoning the port of the Roman Military District.
This is the most vulnerable moment for the entire Drake Harbor - but the problem is that they may be intercepted by the Alesse fleet on their way to attack.
"Instead of passively facing resistance, we might as well attack their homeland first! Come on, send a fleet immediately to approach the Arese Islands. I want to see if the Arese people will allow their hometown to be attacked for the sake of Roman!"
The commander's method of solving the problem was very simple, and he also heard this method from Miss Black Dragon.
Everything is going according to plan.
But in Roman, new chaos began again.
It was because the "smog" in the parish reappeared after a few years.
Chapter 9:
…
February 15th.
While Patriarch Peter was preparing to accumulate some land to increase his strength before the decisive battle with the Saint.
St. Petersburg, the city protected by the group of hymn angels in the sky that were constantly dropping rotten flesh, was suddenly filled with fog from top to bottom. The golden-gray fog was spreading through the city at a slow and steady pace.
Soon, the mist poured out of the city. When the believers who mistakenly thought it was the grace of the God of Light rushed up to embrace the "gift given to me by the Lord" in ecstasy, the hastily arrived Patriarch Peter and the bishops happened to see them wailing miserably after being swallowed by the mist.
Everyone looked at each other, and Patriarch Peter's face was livid.
He was the only one who knew clearly that this was an action that the God of Light had "inadvertently" done.
The golden haze was not a "blessing" at all, it was clearly a punishment for murder. And not only murder, this haze now seemed to have an effect unique to the God of Light... It was a completely modified horror phenomenon.
“We can’t let that stuff spread through the parish.”
Looking at the "living corpses" that died wailing in the golden-gray mist, whose souls disappeared without a trace and then climbed up again, Patriarch Peter shouted with a sullen face, "Quickly lead them to the populated areas outside the parish! These things are much more brutal than last time! Hurry! Otherwise, my Lord, who has not filled his stomach, might eat us all! Hurry!"
Several years ago, when the Roman Empire exiled the Regent, it pinned a crime called the "smog incident" on the Regent.
In fact, except for the saint and the ascetic nun, other bishops in the diocese are very clear that the so-called "smog" is actually an experiment conducted by the main god of their faith, the God of Light.
Perhaps it was to explore a physical way to make non-believers believe in him, or perhaps it was simply to kill non-believers, or perhaps now the God of Light not only wanted to kill non-believers, but also planned to use their corpses.
All in all, this time's "smog" is much stronger than the last time. The last gray "smog" at most made people feel uncomfortable and put people with weak bodies at risk of death - nothing like now? !
It even devoured the soul completely, and even transformed the pain left by the injured soul into the corpse, and then the corpse was directly transformed into a living dead...
The power of the God of Light cannot be underestimated.
Looking at the golden mist that was constantly accumulating, Archbishop Peter was sweating and thought to himself that he must guide these golden-gray mists out before they cover the entire diocese!
Otherwise, not only will that damn saint die, but Patriarch Peter himself will also die in the mist of the God of Light!
How can he stab the God of Light if he is dead? So no matter what... Patriarch Peter has to try his best.
He recalled the properties of the mist.
The "fog" of the God of Light will move towards the "crowd"... In other words, as long as the fog is deliberately directed to populated areas, it will be possible to avoid being "accidentally injured" by the God to the greatest extent.
But where exactly should it lead
The leader Peter was extremely anxious. The Monster Forest and the Elf Forest were definitely not an option. On the one hand, the inhabited areas were deep in the forest, and the guidance team might be caught up by the "smog" in the tangled forest, and finally fail to lead them to the designated place, and then let the "smog" flow back to the parish, finally causing greater losses, which would not be worth the loss.
Well, if the Monster Forest doesn’t work, what about the Saint
Patriarch Peter thought for a moment, then shook his head: No.
For now, let’s not talk about whether the Saint knows the effect of this “smog”… There are too few people there. Before the “smog” is full and disappears, the “smog” that stays in the parish may continue to move towards us…
And the Saint must know how to use this haze. If she leads it to my lair, it will be terrible...
So, can we only...
Leading the "smog" towards the central area of the Roman Empire
Although many people have died in the central area of the Roman Empire, there are still many people staying in the central area, preparing for this year's spring plowing...
Moreover, the territory of the Roman Empire's central region is large enough. Even if the God of Light needs to eat millions of people to fill his stomach, he will have to waste a lot of time in the central region...
Um…
Let’s do it!
Anyway, the dead people are not mine, so why should I be afraid
Patriarch Peter immediately made his thoughts clear. He ordered his bishops to lead the "fog" to the central part of the Roman Empire with the unsuspecting believers, and ordered them to abandon the believers and return immediately after the guidance was successful.
"Remember! Tell them that this is a series of actions taken by the God of Light to bless the Central District. Tell them that they can be blessed immediately as long as they reach the towns in the Central District... Then you must sneak back immediately, whether you use divine magic or something else - come back immediately, do you understand?!"
"Yes, Master."
The bishops nodded and left immediately.
On the afternoon of the 15th, under the expectation of Patriarch Peter and the gaze of the Saint Fang in the distance, the golden-gray haze formed a river of death that separated the "two sides" between the Protestant and Catholic churches, and under the guidance of the bishops and believers, it was slowly approaching the south.
The Saint didn't know what these things were... but Priscilla beside her knew exactly what they were.
“It’s essentially the same thing as magic residue,” she said, taking out a pen and paper to write and draw, then recording the golden-gray river of haze in her most precious magic book.
"I'm not sure if there is such a thing in the magic of the God of Light, but in short - they seem to have the ability to kill lives directly from the soul level, reveal the wounds, and temporarily control the corpse... Cecilia, look in the river. Is there a person moving there?"
Cecilia was silent for a long time, then nodded at the corpse that was moving along the river of haze:
"Yes. There was indeed a man there... a believer."
"What? Don't you know what your God would do?"
"I don't know." Cecilia shook her head blankly. "I... have always known about God's greatness from ancient books... but never seen him in person - even last time, in the Holy City, he was just a vague shadow of a man... He doesn't look as great as I imagined, I don't know why."
"Perhaps the scriptures you read are different from those of others." Priscilla shrugged and watched the golden river gradually move towards the central area of the Roman Empire.
"After all, I understand that the saint and the ascetic nun used the "most original" scriptures, while the current believers use the modified ones - in fact, you are the old church, and Patriarch Peter and his people are the new church."
"So which side is my God on?"
"I tend not to side with him at all. Forget it, let's be prepared... We have barely adjusted all aspects of the territory. If nothing unexpected happens, after the river flows into the central Roman Empire, the now divided Roman Empire will directly infuse its hostility into the diocese after suffering losses. At that time, they may retaliate and attack, so be prepared."
"Uh..." The saint did not say anything, but nodded to show that she understood.
She was very confused about what was happening.
She no longer believed that God would not come out to stop the sectarian conflicts and killings among believers.
Now that she had seen with her own eyes the fog pouring out of the holy city, the so-called "angels" in the sky that kept dropping pieces of flesh and blood, and the believers who had been swallowed up by the river of fog and died and then climbed up again... she began to doubt the doctrines of her faith even more.
What is going on here? Why is the God I believe in so different from the teachings I have seen…
Is the God of Light that I believe in really the one who is killing his believers right before my eyes
Cecilia looked down at the scripture at her waist that she had carefully taken care of. She took a deep breath, knowing that she had no time to be in a daze.
She had to go back and prepare people... prepare for the future, and prepare for the invasion of Pope Peter and the Roman Empire.
After all, the diocese no longer belongs to the Roman Empire, let alone Pope Peter.
…
Soon, under the guidance of the bishops, the golden-gray sea of smog spread to half of the central region of the Roman Empire.
The bishops had already abandoned their believers and fled the moment the smog entered the central area, and the believers' piety in the face of the smog only increased the number of the dead.
Caught off guard, the rebels who were fighting the nobles were hit head-on by a sea of smog that came with corpses.
All knowledgeable people will remember the crime they framed His Majesty the Regent during the Quiet Exile incident.
But before they could react and figure out whether it was that man who did it, the golden haze swallowed them up. It swallowed up group after group of soldiers, town after town, and even swallowed up a group of about two thousand elite Alessi air rifle infantrymen with unstoppable steps.
The Alesse people inexplicably lost two thousand elite soldiers in less than ten days, while the Roman Empire lost half of the towns and nobles in the central and western regions and millions of people in less than ten days.
These millions of people became a group of terrors that flowed along with the river of haze. Wherever they went, the golden river followed them, and those they killed would become part of them, which seriously affected the morale of the Romans.
For a moment, even those who were most disloyal to the Roman Empire stopped preparing to continue fighting.
They temporarily gave up their mutual hostility and turned to fearfully resist the five people who might continue to move south at any time, the Haze River, and sent messengers to the capital to beg Prince Gassen to step in to protect the overall situation.
On February 25, the nightmarish golden river of haze finally receded.
Prince Gasson had no sense of sovereignty over the overall situation, because he felt that everything that was happening outside had nothing to do with him.
He stayed in the palace, where he could enjoy wine, roast chicken, rest and sleep at any time. More importantly, even if he was not sitting on the throne, the people of Ares still needed to take care of him humbly and politely in order to legally control the country.
This made Prince Gasson feel extremely pleased, but his servants were extremely shocked by what happened to Roman.
"Squire—my squire, where are you going?"
"My Lord, I am going to prepare some food for you. Please wait for a moment."
When the servant left the resting place where Prince Gasson was, after leaving the corridor patrolled by the Aresians and entering the kitchen, the demon servant finally couldn't help but grumble:
"What the hell is this Roman doing?"
It would be fine if Prince Gasson allowed his people to die, after all, his servants knew very well that these were the corrupt people he needed at this stage - but what was going on in other places
Do you Romans like to massacre your own people? And what on earth is the God of Light
The devil's poor knowledge made it impossible for him to understand what the parish was doing at this moment.
And it was at this time that Pope Peter was using his eloquent eloquence to explain to his believers everything that was happening in the Roman Empire.
He said that all of this was a gift from the Lord - because the refugees in the central Roman region hoped to live "without starvation", the God of Light used the golden mist of blessing to turn them into "people" who could survive without starvation, but whose movements were slightly slower and who could not speak.
These people who felt blessed by the God of Light hoped that others could join them, so they made strange noises to try to bring others into their own heaven... and in fact they succeeded, didn't they
"But Master! How can you guarantee that the people they hurt have really entered heaven?!"
Some believers raised doubts, but Patriarch Peter just kindly said that as a Patriarch who had witnessed the coming of the God of Light with his own eyes, he was certainly the one who understood God's grace best.
"As for those who still have doubts, you can go and see for yourself - after you enter heaven, come back and tell the others who still don't believe. Of course, I think you should not plan to come back by then. But, we still need you to fight a holy war here."
Patriarch Peter did not try to keep anyone who wanted to leave, but instead generously invited them to leave and was even willing to pay for their journey to heaven.
Now, those who were willing to leave and witness the kingdom of heaven left, ready to find those "fellow believers" who had ascended to heaven, and with their help leave this miserable world.
The morale of those believers who stayed behind was high, and they decided to live in a more beautiful heaven after winning the holy war.
After finishing the affairs in the parish, Patriarch Peter took a breath and stayed in his room to rest.
Fortunately, he had made all the preparations! Fortunately, the believers were all brainless idiots - but the question was, what should he do next
The "smog" of the God of Light has successfully and thoroughly made the diocese an enemy of the Roman Empire. They will never be able to integrate into the Roman Empire again, and they can only rely on themselves from now on!
But the problem is that the premise of surviving on one's own is to have a country that agrees with it. And that saint is undoubtedly a thorn in the side of Peter the Great...