Leinster is over.
This is the most intuitive impression of the gray-haired, thin middle-aged Bradley Dennis, the president of the Leinster City branch and bishop of the Church of Saints.
It has been nearly a week since the Brotherhood of Redemption started the turmoil. In this week, Bradley's mood has almost gone through a roller coaster-like change, and it has been sluggish until now.
After the start of the alien war, Leinster’s elite forces have been continuously mobilized, and as the number of teachers has decreased, the number of students enrolled in various countries has dropped sharply, and the personnel of the Holy See have been continuously transferred to the front line, and the darkness of the city has begun to move around. stand up.
Various cult organizations have been secretly expanding their power and fighting with each other. This situation has been going on for ten years. In these ten years, the high level of humanity did not know their small actions, but deliberately ignored them tactically and for reasons. It's very simple, that is, they have no intentions and can't control them.
After all, at this critical moment of survival on the front lines of mankind, the cult of the past has become a disease of mange. A situation like Leinster is common in the entire human world.
Troubled times are the best seedbed for cults to confuse people. Nothing is more blind than the frightened masses. They are like lambs of ignorance, letting them drive away, but what Bradley did not expect is that this environment is unprecedented. When it was comfortable, when everyone could eat, sleep, and the power was expanding, someone turned the table up!
The Brotherhood of Redemption, this is an ancient organization inherited from the Second Age Salvation Society. It has been rooted in the country of scholars for hundreds of years. Although it is not as good as the Society of Saints, it is also considered to have deep roots. It has developed rapidly in these ten years. , There are also many conflicts with the Saints, but Bradley never thought that they would dare to launch civil unrest, which can be said to break the common bottom line of all.
We must know that the biggest reason why high-level humans turn one eye to them is that the cultists only mess around under the table, and will not really rebel against the flag. After all, cultists are not fools, and aliens are not. If you believe in religion, everyone will finish playing.
Shengjie will believe in the mother god to lead civilization to the end, and all humans will return to the mother god’s embrace, but this end must be brought by the mother god’s messengers, not those filthy and ugly aliens. In fact, the Shengjie will upper class. It did issue an order to stop the Brotherhood of Redemption.
So when the lunatics of the Brotherhood of Redemption launched an offensive in Leinster, many forces including the Bronian Garrison and the St. Jie Society jointly encircled it, but the results were beyond everyone’s expectations. .
The Brotherhood of Redemption won, relying on a group of monsters summoned by them without knowing what weird spells they used.
Those are soldiers in black armor and priests in black. They are inhumane and do not fight during the day, but they will wander in groups at night. Their mouths will emit strange whispers, and those who hear it will have a headache. If it breaks, it will go crazy directly.
Under the attack of these terrible monsters, the remaining Leinster garrison has retreated into St. Freya College, standing by with a small number of students in the school and the deputy dean Astrid who is stationed there, but cloth Radley was not so lucky. After losing the first goal, the Brotherhood of Redemption would aim at the old enemy of the Holy Society.
Now that the St. Jie’s Society has been huddled near Worcester Castle in Dongcheng District, it is about to be completely defeated, and the news from the undercover secret tonight made Bradley feel desperate.
The envoy that Saint Jie would come to support was intercepted on the road.
The death of the holy envoy means that the holy guild of Leinster has lost its last hole card.
It is not known how long the human high-level reinforcements rushed back from the front line. The defenders in the Saint Freya Academy may be able to persist until that time, but the Saints’ Society will definitely be eliminated before then, and the orders of the high-level council cannot be completed. They Everyone is a dead end.
Either be killed by those monsters in the dark night, or be liquidated by the council, this desperate situation made this skinny middle-aged man have to drink his worries.
There was another bottle of 100-year-old red wine. Bradley's face was already flushed. He walked to the window and looked at the dim neighborhood outside the castle, as if he could see the terrifying monsters crawling out of the night. .
"Boom!"
"Who? Didn't I say not to disturb me?"
The sudden knock on the door interrupted the gray-faced man’s imagination, and made Bradley, who had recovered his senses, a little ashamed into anger. He yelled at the door impatiently, but he didn’t expect to hear the believer outside the door. Excited report.
"My Excellency, the envoy from the council is here!"
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Emissary? There is also a bullshit emissary!
Bradley thought so angrily, leading a large group of people to the east city gate that was still in his hands, followed by the huge scorpion head puppet behind him.
At the moment when he heard the soldiers say that the envoy came, Bradley was not happy, but was in a cold sweat. Others didn’t know what the envoy was, and were even waiting anxiously, but he knew very well. .
Emissary? His mother had asked the Brotherhood of Redemption to be raised!
Now, ninety-nine percent of them are their spies!
At the gate of the city lit by the torch, Bradley saw the black-haired teenager talking to the believers from a distance. Seeing this, the thin middle-aged man gave a sharp look and waved back while shouting commands.
"He is fake! Get him up for me!"
Behind them, the believers in white robes rushed out from both sides, the puppets with scorpion heads let out a weird roar, the believers around Luoya were shocked and hurriedly backed away. For a while, the black-haired teenager was heavily surrounded.
No, it seems that they have some sources of information, or that the envoy and the Bishop Bradley met each other.
Roja thought so in her heart and couldn't help but frown slightly. According to the situation in the letter, the envoy directly under the council should not be able to meet with the local believers. In the letter, Bradley didn't seem to know the envoy. This is one of the main reasons why Roja wanted to impersonate the envoy, but the actual situation did not develop according to his imagination.
Before the city gate, the followers of the Holy Trinity Society unsheathed their weapons, and the spells were not used. The situation can be said to be turned down in an instant. However, in the face of such a raging situation, the young man did not panic. His golden pupils were watching from a distance. The young man asked indifferently and majesticly in his voice:
"Bishop Bradley, what are you going to do? This is how you treat the council's envoy?"
"Oh, you are the envoy? Do you think I haven't met Master Prandtl? You are not him at all!"
Bradley stared at Roja sternly. Normally, the envoy belongs to the council. He should not be known as the regional bishop. The other party should also know this before daring to replace him by impersonation, but these idiots What I didn't know was that he had a personal relationship with Prandtl, the Saint Envoy of the Kingdom of Scholars, because Prandtl was actually from Leinster and he sent it up.
This coincidence made Roja's first plan fail, but since he dared to come, how could he only have one plan
In fact, this situation had been prepared for at the moment Roja appeared.
Under Bradley's big drink, the believers behind him glared at Roja, but the believers guarding the city looked at each other. The black-haired boy raised his head slightly, as if thinking about something. After a while, his face appeared. A mocking smile.
"Plant? Oh, you mean the trash who died halfway, when did I say I was him?"
"Um?"
"I am the envoy directly under the council, Roja, Bishop Bradley, please pay attention to your words!"
Under the boy's stern voice, Bradley's eyes widened, and the cronies around him hurried over to whisper, and after hearing that the boy called himself Roja at the beginning, Bradley couldn't help but feel a daze. A thought began to be involuntary. The emergence.
Didn't the council wait for him to ask for help, and sent people directly from the headquarters
No, no, how could it be possible that the turmoil lasted less than a week, how could it be so fast
"Emissary of Luoya? Humph, why have I never heard of you."
Bradley's eyes turned sharp as a knife, he stared at the boy in front of him, and said in a low voice:
"Since you say that you are the emissary, tell me, who is the director who appointed you?"
As soon as the problem came out, there was silence all around, and the pupils of the black-haired boy suddenly shrank.
Below the city gate, the sword was dazzling and murderous.