The Holy City of Hermes, the underground secret temple.
Typhron hadn't had a good night's sleep for more than two months.
As long as he closed his eyes, the tragic whine of Archbishop El echoed in his ears. She was dragged back by the Judgment Army. The enemy's weapon smashed her abdominal cavity, and her intestines turned into a pot of porridge. Even if all kinds of herbs were used, it could not stop the deterioration of the wound. After struggling for two days, she died in excruciating pain.
After Solly Dahl's vanguard army suffered a head-on attack, Teflon had doubts about Greycastle's strength. He repeatedly asked His Majesty Mayne to think twice and try to find out the details of this army before doing anything. Intend. But Mayne was unmoved at all and insisted on asking the main army to immediately attack the Graycastle defense line at the foot of Cold Wind Ridge Mountain.
He knew that the church might pay a lot, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.
What was even more unexpected was that the most elite force of the Church, the unstoppable God's Punishment Army, was defeated.
When the news of the Arabian Nights came, Teflon spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the top of the tower.
However, the surprising thing is far more than this.
None of the Pure Ones returned, and His Majesty Mayne also disappeared. It was not until he gritted his teeth and forcibly broke into the secret agency with a group of people that he learned an incredible news from the guards of the agency.
Mayne was not the successor that O'Brien saw at all, and the one who took over the scepter and crown was Zero the Pure.
The Holy City suddenly lost even the Pope.
The only thing Teflon could do was to keep the news underground forever and all the people he brought with him joined the Temple of Secrets, and he also became the temporary Pope.
For the next month, Typhron spent all his time maintaining order in the Holy City and looking through the secret history of the library.
The secret of hunting witches, the creation of the God's Punishment Army, the origin of the church, and the disintegration of the witch empire were also revealed in front of him.
The old bishop felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.
Even if he exhausted all his guesses, he could not have imagined that the church was actually created by witches.
And even the Witch Empire, which has power all over the wilderness, has not been able to stop the devil's attack. Whether it is the God's Punishment Army or the magic stone talisman, they are all leftovers from exiled witches.
During the tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Teflon's spirit was quickly drained. In just two months, it seemed as if two years had passed. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as the old bishop's, and his gestures were also full of oil. The lights are sluggish.
But he knew he couldn't stop, and once he fell, the church was really over.
A large number of trial warriors were selected from the reserve team. The new archbishop and the damaged middle-level believers were appointed and dismissed as quickly as possible. Together with the call for coexistence and death with the Holy City, the precarious situation was temporarily stabilized.
However, Teflon knew that these were all appearances. The damage of the God's Punishment Army could not be quickly replenished, and the combat effectiveness of the young reserve warriors was far from that of the older generation. If in peacetime, he still has the opportunity to make up for it slowly, but now that the evil moon has arrived, it can't stop the attack of the evil beast, and everything is out of the question.
The power of the church alone cannot do this. He must unite the noble forces of Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, just like the four kingdoms jointly stationed in the Hermes defense line in the past.
It is not easy to get those nobles who have joined the church on the spot to obey orders. Teflon can even imagine that when the news of the church's defeat reaches the two places of Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, the nobles still hold the territory and knights in their hands. Jump out to fight him again. Therefore, after most of the Graycastle army had withdrawn from the North, he sent out the last hundred or so God's Punishment Army who stayed in the Holy City together with the messenger group as a means of forcing the nobles to obey the orders.
Now both the old and new holy cities are in an unprecedented weakness.
All the old bishop can do now is to pray that the messenger group can bring reinforcements back to Hermes before the demonic beasts start a large-scale attack.
Rubbing the corners of his sore eyes, Teflon closed the ancient book that recorded the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army, and planned to make himself a cup of winter flowers. When the tea relieved his headache, there was a sudden sound of hacking and killing outside the temple.
His hands trembled in shock, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.
How could there be an intruder here
He walked to the window, looked down with a probe, and saw a group of figures swaying under the dim light of the divine stone prism, and kept approaching the Temple of Secrets.
Their speed was astonishingly fast, the guards they were fighting against were almost knocked over, the armor seemed to be ineffective in front of their sharp blades, and the gray-white steps were covered with blood splattering. In the blink of an eye, the enemy had already advanced to the gate of the palace.
"My lord, the Temple of Secrets has been attacked, please leave quickly!" The door of the library was slammed open with a bang, and a chief guard walked in anxiously, followed by ten warriors of God's punishment, obviously The Pope's personal protector.
"How the hell did they get in?" Typhron yelled in a hoarse voice.
There are only two ways to the underground, one has to use the cage to fall, and the other has to pass through the hidden fortress of the old holy city. , unless they all have wings!
The look of the chief guard looked ugly, "The enemy appeared from the depths of the cave, my lord, please come with me immediately, it will be too late."
"The cave... deep?" Teflon said in disbelief. Except for the big and small round holes, isn't there nothing there
With great shock and confusion, he followed the chief guard down the secret passage on the inside of the wall, and soon came to the bottom of the temple.
"There is no one guarded at the hanging cage, and it is likely to be unsafe. I will escort you to the passage of the old holy city. Please bring someone back to the central secret temple as soon as possible." The movable stone gate in the corner.
As soon as Teflon stepped out of the secret passage, his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
I saw more than a dozen enemies standing with swords, and it seemed that they had long known that this was the exit of the secret passage.
"I thought I would never have the chance to set foot in the holy city again. I didn't expect that the younger generation who inherited the will of the Queen of the Meteor Star would be just like that." A man stepped forward, wearing a strange armor, like many pieces of metal stacked together Pieced together, faint blue blood can be seen on the mottled blade.
But when Typhron noticed his face, he felt the blood all over his body instantly solidify.
He had seen this man's face.
Ellington, the presiding judge of the Sixth Regiment's advance army, participated in the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army three years ago. Before leaving, the brave and fearless samurai also said goodbye to himself.
An indescribable chill ran down the old bishop's spine and entered his mind, and the strange fear made him almost unable to control his tongue.
"You, you... what kind of monster are...?"