"Yeah. I know... but how should I put it? This is actually good news."
"What good news?" Priscilla was somewhat curious about Cecilia's optimism. "Could it be that you can use the power of the God of Light?"
Cecilia just smiled bitterly and nodded: her current position as a "transit station" was a happy ending: she could "borrow" the power of the God of Light to a certain extent. But in the end, this was not the good news she thought.
The good news for Cecilia was that even though she had committed a blasphemy that was extremely sinful to the God of Light, the God of Light still had no intention of coming down to punish her personally.
Although it is possible that the God of Light just wanted to watch the fun, but judging from the fact that the God of Light sent his servants to swear to destroy the Protestant Church, perhaps the God of Light hated him greatly, but for some reason he could not punish Cecilia...
Is it because his current strength has been lost
Or is it because he was sealed
No matter which one it is, it is a good thing for Cecilia. Because she is confident that she can deal with those skeleton structures. As long as she can deal with those strange things, the attack of the old church will at most be equal to the strength of her own defense...
But coming back to the point.
"Priscilla. Is there a possibility?"
"Um?"
"That person is using my existence to kill the God of Light?"
"Uh..." Priscilla was frightened by Cecilia's bold idea. But indeed, if she just wanted to steal the power from the God of Light, then it would be better to do it stealthily than to be exposed directly like now.
But on the other hand, if the other party wants to kill the God of Light, where is the most critical point
One is to "weaken" the power of the God of Light.
The other is to make the God of Light tired of fighting a bait, and then deal a fatal blow to him when he is forced to show up.
Now we have just completed one of the conditions to weaken the God of Light. As for the remaining conditions to induce Mr. God of Light, it may depend on how long the Protestant Church can hold on...
If the other side really wanted to kill the God of Light completely, then they should have sent troops to intervene in the war when the Protestant Church was about to be defeated... But having said that, the risk of this war is still very high.
Looking at the faint fire in the distance, Priscilla sighed and said, the risk is too great - if it really doesn't work, let's run away.
"The magic in this area is strong enough to unleash my mass teleportation magic. Including all of your Dervishes, I can get us out of this place."
"But even if we run, how far can we run? Priscilla, this is not only because we can't escape this continent no matter how hard we try, but we will still be targeted by the God of Light in the end... More importantly, my people need me."
Cecilia shook her head and bitterly rejected Priscilla's proposal.
Wasn't she afraid? No... Of course she was afraid. She was afraid that she would die if she was caught by the God of Light, that she would suffer endless torture like the Ascetic Sister if she failed in this war, and she was even more afraid of the existence of a punishment that was more terrible than death.
She was afraid of many things. She was afraid of many things. She wanted to escape, and she knew that Priscilla could let her escape to a safer place - but to put it bluntly, as long as they were still on this continent, where could they escape to
What's more... Cecilia has fully realized the bitter consequences of her original "escape".
If I had stood firmly by his side at that time.
If I hadn't been angry at that time.
If I could have withstood the pressure and seized power amid the cheers of the believers...
Perhaps the Roman Empire would not have become like this.
I wouldn't be in such a situation now.
She has lost the thing that is most precious to her because of "escape".
Now the Protestant people have high hopes for her, and every ascetic nun hopes to lead them to victory...
This is a rare trust. The pressure they brought made Cecilia vomit in her room countless times. In order to avoid being discovered, she could only ask Priscilla to help her deal with the vomit.
Even so... Even though my legs are trembling under my skirt, it's okay.
Cecilia didn't want to escape this time.
She knew very well that if she continued to escape, she would not have changed at all compared to the past.
She also knew how she would be treated if she lost the war.
But she was more aware that behind her were countless unarmed and exhausted people and believers who needed protection.
She is a saint...
If the saint doesn't stand at the front at this moment, who else will stand at the front
Maybe there was before.
But now, he will never appear in front of him again.
"That's it."
If she could go back to the past... Cecilia would never let go of his hand again, and would never choose to evade her responsibilities again.
She will work hard to learn everything she is supposed to learn.
But... it's too late.
She sighed softly.
Watching the lights in the distance gradually approaching.
She simply raised her hands high and used the power of the God of Light to forcibly create a brightly lit and glittering terrain at midnight that looked like daytime.
She chose to stand at the very front of the curtain wall.
The Night Witch Priscilla just shook her head when she saw this. She stood beside Cecilia as usual, while secretly preparing a teleportation magic for Cecilia to use for her final escape.
And that was when the decisive battle within the diocese was about to begin because of the oracle of the God of Light.
With the help of the demon servants, a group of naked deserters crossed the Monster Forest in an incredible way and arrived at the capital of the Bayerjans.
People in the capital were discussing what the Roman Diocese had done in the past, and the strategies of Yang Hao and others were showing the effects they had envisioned.
However, they did not expect that when these naked deserters appeared outside the walls of Constantinople, the thing they were most worried about happened.
Those deserters revealed everything the God of Light had done in front of the Bayerjans.
Chapter 12: 4/5 Sulking Lalumia-8K
For Barron and Maureen, the night of May 19 was destined to be a sleepless night.
That night, they gathered in the bar as usual, drinking beer, looking at the charming figures of elf girls or aunts, and eating increasingly rich side dishes to avoid getting completely drunk, while also discussing the recent situation.
Originally, they thought today would be no big deal like the previous ones—
It was not until some time later, when the people at the next table started discussing what the Roman Empire Diocese had done in the past, that they immediately felt the atmosphere at the scene become solemn.
That was a rumor spread by a drunken half-elf who was lying on the table and making a scene, belching out rumors with a drunken burp:
"You, you don't know - these Romans, the Romans don't even let go of their own corpses! They would chop the wounded to death and make them into jerky, and even, they would use the bones as torches or cook soup! You haven't seen those crazy Romans. So, so you don't know how perverted they are!"
The elf burped, as if he didn't notice that the faces of the Bayerjans around him were becoming more and more solemn. He poured beer into his mouth while muttering:
"At that time, we were at the border... We saw it during the battle at the border - that group of perverts... In order to win, they even killed their own people and turned them into zombies that were stronger than zombies to attack our defense line...
If His Majesty Yang Hao, Her Majesty Theresa, and Finn had not been there at the time, and we had a large number of reformed weapons, perhaps Japaria would have been severely damaged... Hiccup!"
The elf burped again.
This time, the female elf who served as a waitress grabbed his hair and dragged him upstairs. It seemed that she had thrown him directly into some unknown guest room to temporarily settle him down. After that, the tavern returned to its original state.
The only difference from before is that the cheerful atmosphere in the tavern is no longer there.
All Bayerjans people looked solemn. Even Barron and Morin were not surprised.
Once upon a time, they only heard from soldiers who had fought in the Roman battlefields about how crazy the Romans were. They just regarded it as an exaggerated topic of conversation.
After all, the Bayerjans have been fighting the underground demons for so long, what have they not seen? Isn't it just cannibalism? Demons also eat people, this is really no big deal...
…
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The Bayerjans were silent for a long time. They began to recall their past nightmare experiences of fighting demons.
Even demons are very careful when it comes to treating the corpses of their enemies. Demons treat human corpses the same way humans treat livestock corpses.
To the demons, all food sources are precious resources. They might eat up the corpses of the Bayerjans who died in the battle, but... um...
Have we ever seen demons eat the corpses of their own kind? Eating human corpses is actually like us eating cockroaches for demons... But will demons really eat the corpses of their own people like the Romans did
Barron and Morin looked at each other strangely. After a moment, one of them shook his head and said that at least he had never seen a demon eat the corpse of one of his own people.
"Demons will collect the corpses of their own kind and leave them there... Maybe sometimes they will learn from us and use the corpses to make up for their own disadvantages... But in the end, we... uh, neither we nor the demons will directly eat the corpses of our own kind, do you understand?"
“But the Romans are eating.”
"So I... find it very strange. You said that if it was a famine and they had no choice, then it would be fine... But the elf just said that they might have started eating human flesh when they attacked? And they even killed their own people and turned them into "corpse soldiers"? Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"
"I think so too... But have you forgotten? Elves are a race that will never lie... If you insist that there is something that could be hidden, I would find it even more terrifying, right?"
"That's what you said..."
Elves are a race that cannot lie.
There was once a rumor about Bayer Jans that if you ask your elf girlfriend how many times she came to orgasm last night, she will even tell you in detail the number of times she hit you and the time of each orgasm - they disdain to lie, so naturally, everything they say is true.
Elves cannot lie, but they can conceal.
If you find that your girlfriend is an elf, and you find that another elf woman you are very close to has disappeared inexplicably, and your girlfriend can't give you an answer, then it is almost certain that your elf girlfriend has a lot to do with the disappearance of your elf friend...
They won't say what they want to hide, and they can't lie either... so in the end it just becomes an awkward silence.
To the two Bayezids, when the elves began to "hide" things, it meant that things were getting more serious... They would rather the elves had not concealed the affairs of the Romans - but was that really the case
The Bayerjans were chattering among themselves. Then someone started to say:
"It seems that our holy city of St. Petersburg was also occupied by the Romans... Could it be that the remains of the soldiers who fought in St. Petersburg in the past were also desecrated?"
This sentence made the whole bar quiet, with only the crackling of the firewood in the stove as the only sound.
The expressions of all the Bayerjans became serious and uneasy. They suddenly realized that in the hands of these Romans who did not even spare their own people, the bodies of the warriors buried in the underground of the holy city might also be humiliated.
But I guess the Romans wouldn't even want to defile their bones, right? So soon someone stood up and said that everyone's worries were just nonsense!
"Even if the Romans want to use bones, they need the corresponding technology! And do you think the Romans will go to the trouble of searching for the remains of our ancestors in various underground chambers
Rather than worrying about them using the remains of our ancestors, we should worry about them trampling on them as they move around…”
"Yes, you are right... How could the Romans be interested in bones that are thousands of years old? Even if there are bones, it has been so long that even using magic to move them may be difficult... How can they use them? Impossible."
"The Romans using the bodies of our ancestors is like a dog eating rotten wheat rice instead of meat. It's impossible!"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly nodded in agreement. They didn't think the Romans would do such a beastly thing as not even letting go of bones that were thousands of years old, just as no normal person would think a slovenly tramp would be interested in a 90-year-old woman. They took it for granted and believed that such an absurd thing couldn't happen in the world.
Human flesh, at least it has value in satisfying hunger. But bones from thousands of years ago would break into pieces if you squeezed them, so how could you possibly use them
Thinking of this, everyone calmed down. The tavern was filled with laughter again. No one seemed to take the Romans seriously - even if someone took it seriously, they just felt a little disgusted. It was no big deal.
The bar late tonight was just like usual - just as the Bayezids were thinking this and were about to pack up and go home to their mothers, several naked figures suddenly jumped out on the main street of Constantinople.
These skinny, shivering naked men instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone was shocked by the appearance of these people. Even the guards who were originally responsible for maintaining order subconsciously took a half step back because of the things they were swinging below them.
"What's wrong with you?!" the conscientious guard shouted and raised his gun to point at these uninvited guests who appeared out of nowhere.
"Are you a demon?! This ability to suddenly teleport... Who sent you here?! Tell the truth!"
The angry shouts of the Bayerjans guards frightened the naked men even more. But for some reason, after a flash of purple light suddenly appeared on their necks, the naked men screamed in a heart-wrenching voice under the gaze of the guards who quickly retreated to protect the civilians:
"The God of Light—the God of Light has used the bones beneath St. Petersburg to create countless demons! The God of Light is desecrating the corpses of your ancestors! Go and take a look!"
All the Bayerjans were stunned.
They didn't believe the slander of these uninvited guests, but simply felt that it was outrageous... too outrageous.
Even if this is true.
A god who came to desecrate the remains of our ancestors? Why
The Bayezids could not understand this situation.
In the darkness, the guards of the Purple Palace quickly stepped forward and controlled all these uninvited guests - but even so, it was already too late.
Rumors have begun to spread that the God of Light is desecrating the remains of the ancestors of the Bayezids.
The last two things these dedicated guards could do were to escort the prisoners into the underground prison and report the situation to the three emperors above.
They were very efficient. They even spontaneously organized a small team to calm the people in various places. Before they arrived at the Purple Palace, all the districts that received the message had been controlled.
The guards were doing their best to prevent the message from spreading, but the naked men who were being escorted would always be teleported to other places by strange spells from time to time, causing chaos.