Passing through the dark corridor and riding the hanging cage into the huge void deep in the ground, Maine came to the Temple of Secrets again.
His Majesty O'Brien was already waiting at the door.
He looked older than last time, with sunken eye sockets, and the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes spread like cobwebs across his cheeks, but his smile was still soft and full of concern. Mayne couldn't help his eyes sore, and knelt down in front of him, "Your Majesty, we"
"Get up, children," the Pope said calmly and calmly. "I heard you are in trouble? Come and talk in the hall."
Today is not the day of transformation, and instead of long starry candles lit along the base of the walls, candlesticks are placed in a few corners. The Pope sat back on the main seat and took a breath. "Tell me what happened outside."
Mayne knew very well the responsibility of His Majesty O'Brien. It was not that he could not know the news outside the Holy City, but that he had no time to pay attention to these trivial matters, so he set up three major bishops to coordinate the management of academic affairs. He should try his best to avoid bothering His Majesty with these things, but he is unable to solve the current troublesome situation.
Mayne quickly recounted the incident.
"Is Heather dead..." O'Brien was silent for a long time after listening, and then sighed, "A sharp observation, clever and pious little girl, I watched her grow up slowly."
"My condolences, Your Majesty."
"The murderer will definitely be punished," the Pope nodded. "The current situation is that Garcia and the Kingdom of Wolfheart are helping each other? Has the new poison not worked?"
"It played a miraculous effect when conquering the Broken Tooth Fort. The defenders all fell to their death after a month of strong support. The trial army quickly invaded the city. There were hardly any living people in the residential area. To the same effect, the enemy's resistance remains tenacious today," Mayne Hui reported.
"You made two mistakes," O'Brien said slowly. "The disease caused by the poison will kill you in seven to ten days. You should attack while the first peak of the disease is at its peak, and then quickly rescue the residents of the city, so that Can greatly reduce their hostility. Don't forget that we need as many people as possible, not empty cities."
"The second point is to start after a month. Although it can minimize casualties, it also gives the enemy enough time to react and find a way to cure the disease. The essence of the new poison is to transform evil beasts. According to the canon records, there are more than 70 kinds of abilities that can restrain its infection, and more than 30 kinds of abilities can directly kill, so it is not surprising that such a witch appears in a city of tens of thousands of people."
"You mean they colluded with witches"
"It's a matter of life and death, who cares if they are the devil's minions," the Pope said calmly, "Whether the witch stood up on her own initiative, or was exposed and had to be cured of the disease, for the church Not good news. If they can really stop the momentum of our attack, the witch's reputation in Wolfheart will inevitably undergo a subversive change, and even... be regarded as a hero."
"It's all my fault," Mayne bowed his head sadly.
"It is indeed a mistake, but it is not serious. You also formulated such a strategy to reduce the losses of the Judgment Army and the God's Punishment Army," O'Brien tapped him on the shoulder with a scepter, "and the three princesses of Greycastle and It's also an opportunity for us to have the Wolf Kings in one place."
"Much... meeting?" The bishop was stunned.
"That's right, a chance to kill them all," O'Brien stood up, "you come with me."
Under the guidance of the guards, Mayne followed the Pope out of the secret agency and walked slowly into the depths of the cave. The huge Divine Punishment Stone radiated a dim light, illuminating the road beneath everyone's feet. Gradually, the light became darker and darker. Mayne couldn't help but look back and saw that the Temple of Secrets and the Divine Stone had been thrown far behind him. , at this time the guards also lit the torches to avoid tripping over the gravel on the ground.
"Where are we... going?"
"It's already here, child," O'Brien stopped his steps, breathing a little too quickly, "huh... I'm old, and it's so laborious to travel like this..."
A guard stepped forward to support him, "Your Majesty, let me carry you."
"It's okay, just take a rest," he stood there for a while, and then ordered, "Light the brazier."
It was only then that the bishop noticed that there were several towering iron frames erected beside the stone road. Unless the guards holding torches approached them, it would be difficult for ordinary people to find these metal creations hidden in the dark. The guard climbed up the shelf along the escalator, ignited the turpentine basin at the top, and several dazzling flames burst out.
In the flickering firelight, a dusty canvas appeared in front of everyone, it bulged high and was obviously covered with a behemoth.
"I originally planned to wait until the last two years before taking it out to resist the increasingly ferocious beast, but now it seems that it has to be activated in advance." O'Brien waved his hand, "Open the cloth."
"This is..." Mayne couldn't believe his eyes for a moment as the canvas fell. It was a huge, hideous-looking four-wheeled iron car, and just one wheel was taller than his own size. It has no carriage, only terrifying metal horns and animal bone brackets. In the center of the bracket is a bone shield covered with barbs, which is as big as three or four door panels. Two straight pointed iron rods, one on the left and one on the right, protruded from the opening on the shield and pointed straight forward, like sharp arrows ready to go. On both sides of the iron car, there are dozens of such iron rods hanging, each with the thickness of its own thigh, reflecting a dull metallic luster under the brazier.
"It's named Siege Beast in the Holy Scriptures," the Pope walked to the iron cart and patted the sturdy iron rod, "It can only be activated by magic, and it takes three or four witches to make it work properly. The attack distance of the city beasts far exceeds that of catapults and ballistas. It is difficult for ordinary city walls to withstand the damage of iron arrows. The sailboats made of giant wood are like thin paper in front of it, whether it is destroying the strong walls of Wolf Heart City or blocking the black sails. The advance of the fleet is easy for it."
"This... is also a weapon developed by the Pivotal Secret Temple?"
"No," O'Brien shook his head, "you should be able to guess that it came from our enemy, the devil in the abyss of hell. That's why the church hides siege beasts in the depths of the cave. Remember, when you When using it, be sure to hide your whereabouts as much as possible, and don't let civilians see its appearance.
"I see." Maine bowed his head.
Why can the devil's weapon be manipulated by a witch? Do they have the same magical powers as humans? He suppressed the doubts in his heart and did not continue to ask. Obviously, these things can only be understood when he becomes the new pope.
"In addition, in order to prevent Garcia and the Wolf King from fleeing again, I will send two pure people to assist you in the battle." The Pope said solemnly, "No one can escape from their hands and hunt... Go, use these blasphemous ones. Blood is for Heather."
The purest of the Pope! His heart was shocked. The witches who were raised by the church and survived were called the pure, but the witches under the Pope were the strongest selected by thousands, and their abilities were not even recorded in the magic canon. Typhron is completely different from those under him! Now that His Majesty himself said that there is no escape, the outcome of the two is already doomed.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Mayne responded excitedly. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)