After bidding farewell to the ladies at the gate of the manor, the carriage drove Jenkins and his party along the dark road to the brightly lit city in the distance.
While reading the letter on the way, Jenkins learned from Father Fernando what the matter was so urgent. Just as Alexia said in the afternoon, the Snowman Legion in the extreme north became restless. At five o'clock this afternoon, an aurora enveloped the large ice sheet in the extreme north. Everything there could not be observed, and people who entered the area of the ice sheet could not get in touch with the outside world.
And when the aurora suddenly disappeared an hour ago, all members of the re-evolved Snowman Legion marched southward, destroying the aboriginal villages and tribes near the ice cap, and passed Eisenberg, which is known as the first ice city in the north of the kingdom. City, into the civilized world.
"Not only has the number almost tripled, but each individual now has a good ability to cast spells. From the current information, [Aura of Fear] [Snowmaking] [Elemental Body] is the standard of every snowman. The powerful individuals among them even possess abilities such as [Change the Sky—Blizzard] and [Incarnation of Immortal Snow]. Emergency evacuation has already begun in the north of the kingdom, and an extraordinary item that can temporarily form a sky is also on its way to the front line. Now Hampawo's army and the Church urgently mobilized and joined forces to temporarily block them to the north of New Elsevier, but I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for too long... Fortunately, since last winter, the ice caps in the extreme north There are more than three demigods standing guard nearby, otherwise we will encounter more trouble."
Mr. Rossier, the demigod of the Church of the Sages who was originally stationed in the Diocese of Loen, had no chance to meet the Holy Son who visited Loen because it was his turn to be on duty in the extreme north.
"Do you need me to use the power of the Son?"
Jenkins asked, the letter in his hand came directly from Beldyran, which explained the crisis of the situation, and then announced that his management rights would be temporarily transferred from Ruen to Beldyran. Now the Holy See has asked Jenkins to join the battle. The first step is to follow the team to the northern front line. Specifically, there will be a special honor guard and troop commander on the front line to contact him about what needs him to do.
But the power of the Holy Son does not seem to have the ability to destroy an army of extraordinary creatures in one blow, after all, there are too many of them.
"The riot of the Snowman Legion has become a disaster that may endanger the entire human world. While we were talking, representatives from the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods and the Three Great Kingdoms had gathered in the tower to discuss a solution. Since thirty minutes ago, The entire continent has been mobilized, and this matter..."
The middle-aged priest kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, trembling when he spoke:
"This matter is a continental world crisis, and we are only part of the mobilization. The Holy See hopes that you and the demigods who can be mobilized locally will temporarily block the Snowman Legion. Support is being organized around the world and heading here, but It will take time."
"I understand."
Jenkins nodded solemnly, looking out the window at the scenery. He can imagine the material world that is gradually stepping into the night at this time, how many people are sending and receiving messages in the office, how many people are looking for information in the library, how many people are taking the urgently dispatched steam train to Loen .
"How many demigods of the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods are there in the Kingdom of Hampawo? Do I need to go to the north with them, or go alone?"
he asked again.
"The 23 demigods who can support this matter, the 16 demigods north of Loen have already set off. Mr. Rossier of the Church of the Sages was stationed at the Great Ice Cap half a month ago, and the other demigods of Loen are We set off directly. We have already dispatched a direct train to the northern ice city. You should go to the church to repair and replenish the materials you need. The train will leave at nine o'clock... "
"no problem."
Jenkins nodded heavily again, not expecting the matter to be so serious.
Of course, since he was not "carried" by a local demigod and flew directly to the north, at least it meant that the worst was not over yet. But this is also quite dangerous. You must know that before this, the church has never asked Jenkins to participate in large-scale operations as the Son of God.
At the same time, Norlan City on the west coast of the mainland is thousands of miles away. This is an ordinary day for most people. Regarding Jenkins' departure, except for a small number of people who are worried and anxious, others are still living as usual.
As night fell, the old man in the antique shop held up the glasses for identification, sighed, and put down the silver spoon in his hand that was identified as an ordinary item.
He looked at the somewhat deserted antique shop, not used to Jenkins' sudden departure. Thinking of Hesha and Mihail visiting at the same time in the morning, when they reconfirmed that Jenkins was on a sudden business trip, the expressions on the faces of the two girls seemed to be complaining that he sent Jenkins so far away.
"Not sure what Jenkins is doing now."
He took off the glasses and slowly put them back into the velvet-lined box. Looking up at the street through the window, I suddenly saw a familiar figure walking in the other direction of the street:
"Stee..."
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, put down the things in his hands and wanted to chase them out, but just as he opened the door of the store, he was almost hit by a young man running in a hurry.
This is the scribe who joined the job the year before last. Dad forgot his name. I just remember that although he has been in the job longer than Jenkins, he is only a second-level benefactor now.
"Sir, it's an emergency. Mr. Smith and Miss Bevanna want you to go to church as soon as possible."
The young man said out of breath, opened his pocket, and handed one of the many letters to his father. After saying goodbye in a hurry, he continued to send other letters.
"What's so urgent?"
The old man muttered, only then remembered the purpose of his going out. He held the letter in his hand and looked around. At this moment, there was no sign of the woman just now.
Shaking his head helplessly, he unfolded the letter and walked back to the store. The footsteps suddenly slowed down and stopped, and the forehead with few wrinkles appeared more dents due to tight wrinkles.
"The Frost Legion? Isn't that..."
He remembered the weird legend he heard when he lived in Loen a long time ago. But then I remembered something more important:
"Wait, didn't Jenkins happen to be in Ruen? Let him encounter this kind of thing again?"
For a moment, Dad didn't know whether he should be glad that Jenkins left Nolan, or worry about the Kingdom of Hampavo.
He took out a match from the counter and lit the letter. After making sure that it was completely burned, he changed into the overcoat he was going out in, locked the door, and headed for the church under the moonlight.
As he walked, he thought about Jenkins at this time in his heart, not because he was worried, but because he was involved in this matter, it would cause more serious problems than the Snowman Legion.
"How can the savior of this era be more terrifying than the so-called 'center of disaster' in the literature?"
He couldn't figure it out.