Yang Hao nodded to Elena on the other side of the round table, and Elena smiled and gave her response:
"affim… "
Recently, the synthetic doll has been acting more and more like a normal girl.
I just don’t know whether this is a change that comes from her heart or the result of careful calculation - but for Yang Hao, it doesn’t matter.
On the other hand, the two wives on both sides seem to have taken out their anger on Lady Lalumia for some reason recently...
What on earth happened to you guys
He sighed in distress, and under the gaze of everyone, he gently pulled Lady Lalumia, who had made an invitation gesture, over, and continued to present today's work report to everyone.
And in the parish…
Saint Cecilia felt something strange about herself... but she didn't think too much about it.
After all, the group of living dead that serve as a natural barrier are about to disappear.
The invasion of Patriarch Peter is also imminent.
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On May 15, when the Roman Empire was confronting the Khutot Khanate in central China and was unaware of the secret operations of the Isgardian colonial army.
The Protestant Church, led by Saint Cecilia, is preparing for the upcoming invasion of the Catholic Church.
To be honest, the group of living dead that she had been struggling to figure out how to deal with had now become a line of defense for them.
As the number of living dead people decreased day by day and the Old Church cavalry of Patriarch Peter appeared more and more frequently in the distance, Cecilia soon realized that she was about to face the same dilemma that Yang Hao had faced.
First, the Protestant residents urgently need to relieve their spiritual pressure.
They have been assisting the Sisters in cleaning up the corpses of the living dead for a long time. If they don't rest, it will be a problem whether they can continue to survive or even maintain their mental state.
The second is the increasingly significant threat from the Old Church... They should be planning to launch an attack when the number of living dead is getting smaller and smaller and they are exhausted.
What's worse is that Cecilia doesn't have the ability to train an army that can rival the old religious forces, whether in terms of reserves or financial resources...
Perhaps in terms of a powerful clergy system like the Ascetic Sisters, Cecilia would not lose to Patriarch Peter - but in terms of conventional combat power, the difference in numbers is too great...
Not to mention…
"What on earth was that feeling just now?"
She took a bite of sour bread and murmured to herself about her feelings. On the other side, the witch Priscilla was flipping through the magic book in her hand and shrugged:
"Perhaps someone did something to you... But I didn't feel any change in magic, and there was no physical change visible to the naked eye. In other words, it could only be that there was something wrong with your faith."
The witch pointed at Cecilia's chest. Facing the witch's statement, Cecilia shook her head:
"If it was the work of the God of Light, I would know it... But the problem is, it is a strange yet familiar existence to me... I don't know how to explain it..."
"Then there's no need to explain. Let's first solve the problem in front of us - the dilemma we are facing now is extremely bad."
"Um."
Cecilia nodded, and looking at the various reports on the desk, she sighed heavily again.
What was I talking about just now? Right. Now Cecilia is facing a dilemma.
To put it simply, either die immediately or delay suicide.
Direct death, of course, means that the people will give up resistance, let them rest for a few days, and then be annihilated by the army of the Old Church.
By then, everyone will be finished. At most, Sister Ascetic, Cecilia and others will be able to find a way to escape...
Needless to say, by then Protestantism will be completely destroyed, and Patriarch Peter will regain control of the diocese and once again obtain the supreme status of St. Petersburg.
Delaying suicide means that people will continue to prepare for the next invasion of the Old Church while being extremely tired, and then let their own side completely perish in the civil strife or the invasion of the Old Church.
Cecilia couldn't guarantee whether this was a gamble on the last tiny possibility, but at least if she chose the latter, she seemed to still have the possibility of gambling.
Priscilla's only opinion on this is that this seems to be similar to the situation when Yang Hao was crazy about improving the industrial strength of the Roman Empire. After all, the Roman Empire seemed to be facing such a dead end at that time
Either die immediately, delay death, or gamble on a slim chance - what about Cecilia
"What are you going to choose?"
Facing Priscilla's question, Cecilia was silent for a while and then shook her head:
"Take a gamble. It's the only gamble I can take."
"I thought you would think about running away first like people in other places."
"I am a saint after all - although I may have failed greatly in my duties in the Roman Empire. But at least... I am a saint. I must grasp the last hope."
After that, Cecilia fell silent.
Upon seeing this, Priscilla simply shook his head and sighed, then began to make his own arrangements.
As the most powerful magician in the Roman Empire, Priscilla might be able to lead one or two wars in the diocese, but with the large number of old church members attacking in batches, the magic reserve of the diocese is still not optimistic...
In order to better fight against the army of Patriarch Peter, the first preparation Priscilla made was to utilize the "magic residue".
(After all, the amount of "magic residue" in the Roman Empire seems to be increasing recently... If we can find a way to use them like the demons in the forest, it will definitely be a good thing) She muttered in her heart, (But how to experiment specifically... I still have to try it myself. But in order to avoid alerting the enemy, in a difficult situation like Cecilia, I can only consider... Have you tested it in actual combat?)
She had an idea. But this idea was only theoretically verified.
In Priscilla's imagination, "magic residue" is a kind of existence that can be "pushed away" artificially and "explode" after receiving strong stimulation.
If he could push the large amount of magic residue in the area to the direction where the Old Church might attack in advance, he might be able to deal a major blow to Archbishop Peter when he attacked: and this blow would consume almost no normal magic power.
But the problem is, it's just like a child playing a prank on an elder. It may work once or twice, but the third time, the old teacher will see the problem anyway...
If you conduct experiments beforehand and are observed by traditionalists, then the effects of "once or twice" may even become useless.
Although it is not impossible to use night magic to cover the surrounding areas, this move of wasting the area's magic power before the war is undoubtedly a waste of effort...
well!
The witch sighed. At this moment, the saint suddenly spoke:
"Also, there seems to be more and more movements in St. Petersburg... The God of Light has been carrying out strange behaviors since he took control of that city. Our scouts said that now there seems to be very terrifying screams coming from St. Petersburg from time to time..."
"Maybe it's another 'corpse angel' made from nowhere? Now, apart from some stubborn believers, how many people don't know about the necrophilia of the God of Light?"
"I'm more concerned about what the scream was. They said it couldn't be a human-sized creature screaming?"
"It might be something bigger, or even a product of corpses being spliced together - after all, there is strength in numbers, and perhaps the same is true for corpses."
"But the question is, what bodies are being brought to St. Petersburg now?"
The saint's question made the witch silent.
indeed…
It started from the moment when the God of Light issued the oracle and directly controlled the entire St. Petersburg - the moment when the golden mist spread on the ground and turned countless living people into the living dead.
There shouldn't be any "fresh corpses" in St. Petersburg anymore...
Where did the God of Light find the body
The two looked at each other in confusion.
But soon, the witch had a guess:
Today's St. Petersburg has nearly fifty floors rising from the underground, and is undoubtedly a "city in the sky".
According to the historical records of the diocese, St. Petersburg, which was originally half buried underground, had a large amount of underground space that had not been explored clearly...
Those places might be sealed off, or hidden in some passage. More importantly, many of them look like cemeteries, so few clergy would investigate a pile of skeletons...
in other words…
"I guess they are using skeletons from hundreds of years ago to do some research." The witch shrugged, "But skeletons from hundreds of years ago... may be too fragile to be used. After all, I personally think that the angels may send fresh corpses back from other places... to places that you and I cannot pay attention to."
“That’s right.”
"So instead of doing this, let's get through this imminent crisis first, okay?"
"Um."
They were silent again. The brushes wrote and drew on the rough paper, accompanied by Cecilia's orders one after another. Just like Yang Hao's industrial development in the Roman Empire that caused people to complain, Protestantism was about to begin to repeat what the Roman Empire experienced back then - but Cecilia and the others could only take a gamble. Just like Yang Hao took a gamble to avoid the invasion of the Roman Empire.
But in the United Nations, at this moment, Yang Hao no longer needs to worry about this situation of "being doomed to take a gamble with his life".
Now he was relaxed in the arms of Lalumia's mother as always. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that he and Lalumia were spending more and more time alone, while Theresa and Finn were leaving work for more and more time. What was going on
If Lalumia really wanted to answer, she would probably chuckle and explain it by saying, "I have used magic to make them work hard and not disturb your rest." But Lalumia knew Yang Hao very well.
Ever since Yang Hao came to this world, the gods who have been observing this alien being all the time know very well that Yang Hao is the type who cannot enjoy life with peace of mind after "understanding the situation"...
In order to allow Yang Hao to have a good rest and make up for the hard work of the past few years, and at the same time to ensure that he will not die of exhaustion in the middle of the journey for an unknown "Gaia", while letting her only little nun remain a widow... Lalumia will have to work very hard.
Even if this is a kind of "deception" in some sense.
The gentle deity sighed in her heart. After she used her slender hands in white silk gloves to smooth out the hard marks on Yang Hao's face that were gradually relaxing, she heard the man in her arms ask in a daze:
"Lalumia, are you sure that the poison will work as it should when it's supposed to?"
His question made Lalumia tilt her head, and then after she understood what this was, she smiled and sighed:
"What do you think? Do you think I would neglect the maintenance of my weapons like the Romans? My child?"
"Won't."
The man wanted to shake his head, but because his head was stuck between her breasts, he could hardly move. He could only use weak movements to mess up the neat white shawl on the nun's uniform.
Lalumia patted Yang Hao's forehead, who was resting restlessly, and then tidied her shawl. She sighed and strengthened Yang Hao's confidence in the next action:
“That’s right—so you can rest assured... As long as Constantine really absorbs that poisonous faith, then Constantine’s collapse will be imminent... After all, that is the “toxin” transformed from my power.
Just like humans who eat too much of their own brains will develop a fatal disease... Constantine will definitely die in the end. I guarantee it..."
"Um… "
Just as every human being will be suspicious when about to undertake a big plan, or just as everyone will be extremely cautious in choosing when saving enough money to buy a house, Lalumia knew very well what Yang Hao was worried about in his heart.
After all, they can only kill a god once - they must succeed, otherwise they will be dragged into the quagmire by Constantine. When facing the double attack of the demons from the north and the southeast, they will have to take into account the opponent of the diocese.
In order to avoid being bogged down in a three-front war and ultimately failing, and also to regain Lalumia's power so that she can play a greater role in the war against demons...
This operation to kill the God of Light Constantine must succeed and not fail - in this case, Yang Hao would naturally be very worried about whether Lalumia's "poison" would have the desired effect.
But for Lalumia, the only possible reason why the "poison" did not work was that the God of Light did not absorb the faith of the saint at all.
(After all, I personally poisoned it... Not to mention the tedious process that took several days to prepare, in principle, this is more like a "poison" that will cause the inside of the absorber to fester...
As long as it is absorbed into the body, the person will die without a doubt. It's just that the duration of the death will vary depending on the constitution of the deity...
In other words, as long as Constantine absorbs it, he is doomed to die - but will this death take a few days or a few months? It's just another wet.)
Lady Lalumia muttered, in a sense, this is just like a man doing the great harmony of life during the days when a woman is destined to get pregnant. As long as you put all the safety measures in, then whether the pregnancy is detected after a few weeks or the child is born after a few months - will this change the result? Of course not...
As long as Constantine absorbed the faith, the outcome he would face was already determined.
So although Lalumia could understand Yang Hao's worries, she really didn't understand why he was worried...
well!
All I can say is that this is the limitation of human beings. All I can say is that this child is not confident enough in himself.
Lalumia rubbed Yang Hao's cheek again. After finding that Yang Hao was actually completely asleep, she felt relieved.
Just when Lalumia was feeling relaxed, the door of the lounge was opened from the outside. When she looked up, she saw Mother Teresa with an expressionless face.
"Theresa? I reminded him outside that he needs to have a good rest."
The god stretched out his hand and made a hushing gesture to his nun. The expressionless nun just tutted at this, tiptoed to close the door again, and then carefully walked to a place closer to Yang Hao and sat down.
Then, the nun questioned her god with her eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Literally - just want him to have a good rest."
"But are you really acting just like his mother? It's not that I can't understand your thoughts. I am actually willing to understand and accept what you said to me before... But why do you have to be alone with him so that he can have a good rest?"
"Haha. Theresa, have you ever seen a grown man rest well in any situation other than when he is alone with his mother? Isn't the only place where a man who stands tall and proud can act like a spoiled child the arms of his mother?"
Lalumia made an innocent expression. Facing Lalumia's innocent yet irrefutable words... Theresa just gritted her teeth, reached out and gently held Yang Hao's hand.
She felt an unprecedented relaxation—but this relaxation was also mixed with a sense of "stiffness"...
In other words, isn't Yang Hao's "rest" here at Lalumia even better than being alone with me
But it's true... Since we built a new home, how long has it been since Yang Hao and I were alone together