Step by step down the underground tiankeng stone steps, Teflon felt an inexplicable chill.
At the bottom of this quiet and deep church, the most important secret of the church - the Hermes institution is hidden.
It was his first time here.
"Your Majesty Mayne really asked me to come here to see him?" According to convention, only the archbishop who is regarded as the Pope's successor is eligible to enter the Privy Council, and he is too old to take over again. Mayne's location.
"You have served the church for so many years, and you have worked together again. Your Majesty trusts you very much," Isabella laughed, "and the rules of the past are not suitable for the upcoming war. God's will should not be buried underneath. It needs to be revealed to all lost believers and lead us together to meet the ultimate challenge."
"This is... Your Majesty's meaning?"
"That's right." She said softly.
After entering the institution, the two Judgment Army greeted them, "Sir Bishop, Your Majesty is presiding over the magic stone test, if you have the Stone of God's Punishment, please hand it over to me for temporary management - it may affect the magic power. operation."
Typhron nodded and handed a necklace of divine stones to him.
"Your Majesty is here, please come with me."
Isabella turned into a long passage, pushed open the iron door at the end, and with a harsh creak, Teflon saw another masked Purity. She was blocked behind the door like a ghost, and she could see her fair skin under the black veil covering her whole body. The most striking thing is the witch's eyes, which are different from ordinary people's pupils. Her eyeballs are dull silver-gray, and there seems to be a vortex spinning inside.
Teflon lowered his head subconsciously.
It was only then that he noticed that the other party was not wearing shoes, but his feet, and the shapely toes were covered with a little bright red.
The bishop couldn't help but think of the words "the taste of a witch is not something ordinary women can match".
Heck, are these witches all goblins
The slender feet quickly moved away, and Isabella's reminder came from her ears, "Sir?"
"Cough," Teflon gathered his thoughts and walked into the room.
The room was not big, and the turpentine torches hanging on the walls were burning vigorously, but he didn't smell the familiar sweet and greasy fragrance.
Four pure people sat around a stone table, playing with a pile of crystal clear stones, and standing beside the stone table was the current Pope, His Majesty Mayne.
Teflon was about to kneel and bow, his arm was supported by Mayne.
"There are no outsiders here, so you don't need to pay attention to these politeness." He smiled, "We are old acquaintances, Lord Teflon."
It's only been two months since Mayne's forehead was wrinkled, and silver threads appeared in his hair, but his tone was still as familiar as before, without any arrogance.
"You can't do this..." Tefren suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, "Even if there are no other believers, the order of the church must be obeyed."
"And what I said is order," the Pope smiled disapprovingly, "let's not talk about that... Is the situation above okay? Originally I planned to let Isabella pass on your news, since you are here, follow me Talk about it."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Typhron nodded. After telling the current situation of the church, he talked about the last order that Isabella mentioned, "The resources we are preparing now are all aimed at the Kingdom of Dawn, and it may take a lot of effort to redeploy it. Why did you suddenly decide to attack first? Graycastle?"
"This is the main reason why I called you here," Mayne sighed, "Greycastle is now in decline. The King Fighting Ling and Kuanghuawan have achieved the expected results, and the Kingdom of Dawn is even more civil strife. , their demise is a matter of time, so it doesn't make much difference who comes first."
"I think so too, but... Graycastle is still a huge opponent."
"There are two main reasons why I decided to adjust the attack plan," the Pope said slowly with his hands behind his back, "The first point is basically the same as your reason for worrying: the Greycastle Kingdom has the largest area and the most abundant resources, and it is a huge enemy. , it also means high returns. If it can be converted into church territory as soon as possible, the benefits will be much greater than that of occupying Dawn. If there is still ten years, I will definitely follow the plan set by Lord O'Brien. Go on, but we're running out of time. The presence of the Hell Dreads means that the red moon may appear much closer than the date mentioned in the holy book. At times like these, it's worth taking some risks and making more sacrifices of."
Teflon nodded slightly, this reason is indeed very good, but the problem is... not like Mayne's style, "then your second reason is... "
"Roland Wimbledon in the West." The Pope said firmly.
"You mean... the fourth prince of Graycastle?" He couldn't help but startled.
"Based on the intelligence of the last year, I found something incredible," Mayne patted the bishop's shoulder, "Whether it was the church's actions against him or the actions of the Greycastle Kingdom against him, they all failed without exception. The initial failure can be traced back to the Duke of the West's attack on his territory. What did Roland have at that time? A run-down town. Outsiders thought he defeated the Duke's knights by taking refuge in the devil, but we all know, except Aside from the superhuman, one or two witches are not a threat to a knight who is fully armed and equipped with the God's Stone of Retaliation."
"And the information that followed became more and more bizarre. For example, the secret letter sent to the Holy City two months ago mentioned that the new king Tifeko had sent a maddened army of nearly 2,000 people to attack the western border, but they were defeated in one face-to-face. Come on, what does this mean?"
Teflon couldn't help taking a deep breath, two thousand maddening troops! Even in Hermes, it is a force not to be underestimated.
"If you look at the news separately, you might not notice anything, but it's amazing to put it together - Roland Wimbledon has not lost a war yet!" the Pope said solemnly, "And from the intelligence It can be seen that his strength is growing at an alarming rate, and he has a tendency to expand outward. If it drags on for another year, the entire Greycastle may fall into his hands, and he wants to annex this vast area at that time. The land, the price to pay is probably much greater than it is now." He paused and looked at Typhron, "There are so many things that need to be dealt with in the agency, I have no time to take care of the operation and expansion of the upper echelons of the church, these can only be entrusted to you. implemented."
After the Archbishop left, the appearance of the room also changed.
The torches on the wall disappeared, and the pure person who studied the magic stone and the stone table disappeared. The figure of the Pope gradually faded away, and in the end, there were only three people left: Isabella, Zero, and the woman in black veil.
"I don't know if you don't tell me that the Fourth Prince of Greycastle is such an interesting person," Isabella smacked her lips. "Why do I think he has more hope of defeating the devil than the church?"
"What do you mean," the black veil woman frowned, "You want to betray the church?"
"Betrayal? Don't say it so badly," Isabella shrugged. "Isn't the purpose of the establishment of the church to ensure that human beings can survive the battle of God's will? If someone else can do this, I don't mind. Who is it for?"
"you… !"
"No need to fight," Zero stopped, "Isabella is right, in the so-called battle of divine will, only the one who wins in the end is the darling of the gods." She looked at the two of them expressionlessly, "As for the gods Who will smile - the Federation, or a Prince of Greycastle, I think this war will give us the answer."