Hodisius hovered quietly beside the crystal mine, facing the holy mountain that had changed greatly. The previous earth-shattering changes had subsided, but the real chaos and turmoil had just begun. The knight soldiers and wolf cavalry who were successfully withdrawn from the cave of the holy mountain returned to the base camp in Hodisius under the leadership of Ophra, and successfully joined the generals and bishops who stayed here. The leaders of these parties are at loggerheads over what action to take.
The armor on Ovra's body has not been replaced in the future, and she, Uruk, and several generals even have blood stains from fighting monsters before. The marshal sat at the head of the long conference table like a god of death, controlling the atmosphere of the scene, and beside her was supposed to be the seat of the pope, but now this seat was vacant.
"It has been confirmed that the Pope has been martyred," Archbishop Auburn looked at the vacant seat beside Ofra, and there was not much emotion on his face covered by runes, but a trace of stiffness and dignity could be heard in his voice, "Even if the Pope It is impossible to survive an explosion of that scale, and there is no sense of the pope's soul after that."
The door of the council hall was pushed open, and a tall figure in a robe came in. It was an archbishop. He has just finished appeasing the ordinary soldiers and believers in the floating city with other monks, and now he seems to be surrounded by the noise and chaos from outside the council hall: "The situation outside is a bit chaotic, and the scene of the Pope's martyrdom has had a great impact on some believers , and after the Pope was martyred, the evil god escaped from this place unscathed, we must first find a way to explain this."
"Where is the revelation from the goddess?" Ofra turned her head to look at the silent bearded ascetic on the side of the table. Since the pope was martyred, this devout believer has been in a contemplative state of dialogue with the goddess, using the special spirit of an ascetic The technique restores the connection with the goddess, and she hopes that the other party's prayers for such a long time will have some effect.
The bearded man slightly raised his eyelids: "The voice of the goddess is indistinct, but it can be confirmed that His Majesty the Pope had a long conversation with the goddess before he was martyred. His actions should also be the will of the goddess."
Archbishop Auburn nodded immediately: "Okay, the initial explanation will start from this aspect..."
"The church's explanation will come later, and the more pressing issue now is how to explain to the king." Prince Huffman interrupted suddenly, his forehead still glistening with sweat. But this time he didn't bother to wipe his sweat, "The king needs to know whether the kingdom is still safe. The black thing ran away without any injuries. You can explain that the coercion of the goddess made the evil god escape—but It can only be used to appease ordinary people, and the king needs a clearer answer: Will that thing come back? If it comes back, how do we deal with it?"
Prince Haverman's question was pointed. It's a far cry from his usual brow-wiping, smiling good-natured image, but that's how he really acts in this position. At the same time as the prince's voice fell, Uruk also spoke: "Our side is also in chaos. The collapse of the holy mountain has a great impact on the tribal country, and we have to explain the problem of evil spirits hidden in the holy mountain. So for a period of time , the tribal state wants to withdraw some of the mercenaries in Holletta."
Due to racial talent and cultural factors, the werewolf tribal state usually takes the export of excellent soldiers and commanders as an important economic vein. Their mercenaries can be seen everywhere in the southern part of the continent, and the tribal state and Holleta have been on good terms for many years. . Back then, King Geddon III even had a group of loyal werewolf fighters by his side when he raised his army. Therefore, there are also a large number of werewolf foreign legions in the regular army of Holletta, and some of them even serve as full-time officers.
Ofra frowned: "This will have a great impact on Holleta. And it doesn't comply with the original agreement."
"We will not tear up the agreement, but this is a special situation." Uruk said with a straight face and a very serious tone, "We will only deploy some soldiers, and first solve the problem of insufficient manpower in our own country. After the collapse of the main peak, some of them are closer towns have already been affected, and others are at risk of being affected by avalanches and aftershocks."
Uruk took one last look at Ofra, but didn't say a word: Anyway, the Holletta family has a big business, so there is no shortage of this manpower, right
After Uruk finished speaking, other bishops and generals at the scene also talked about the current and upcoming chaos, some talking about the morale of the army, and some talking about religion. Some talked about diplomatic issues, and they also mentioned whether to revise the teaching materials quickly after the collapse of the holy mountain. Because the highest peak in the Southern Continent will be re-measured... Finally, this is a matter of education. Ophra rubbed her hands between her brows with a headache, she didn't want to get involved in this situation at all, she realized that she was rash enough to gather all these people together for a meeting, she just wanted to solve all the problems quickly , but forgot that the more people there are, the more serious the situation will be.
"Tsk... I'm really not suitable for dealing with this matter..." The female marshal was rather overwhelmed, "When every generation of king died, it was not so chaotic..."
The cold sweat on Prince Huffman's forehead next to her really came down this time, and he couldn't wipe it off: "This...Your Excellency Marshal, it is inappropriate to say this at this time..."
"I know," Ophra sighed, then suddenly raised her head and knocked on the table vigorously, "Quiet!"
Maybe it was because the conference hall was too big, and her knocking on the table for the first time didn't have much effect. Several ministers in the distance were still discussing with the generals in full swing. The scabbard slapped hard on the table: "I say you guys..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard a crash, and the whole table was shattered into pieces.
Two ministers who were arguing across the table fell to the ground on the spot: they were too involved in the argument before, and basically climbed onto the table.
Ofra stared blankly at the situation, a little embarrassed: "The quality of the table is not very good?"
The old werewolf Elson rolled his eyes: "Stop making excuses, how many tables have you smashed?"
"Okay, let's do it that way," Ofra waved her hand indifferently, "Without this obstructive thing, it will just prevent you from continuing to lie on it while drinking tea and wrangling. Do I need to remind you? This The place is Hodisius! It is the most powerful floating city created by the kingdom. Even if it is just a small soldier who can stay here, it is the most elite in the whole kingdom. Like this? Are you trying to say that you are not qualified to board this floating city?"
As soon as the teacher-level figure in the Kingdom Group spoke, everyone fell silent immediately. Ofra nodded with satisfaction: "It's good to have this early. Put everything on the table and solve it one by one. If you should make concessions, you should make concessions." Execution of execution, I don’t care if anyone here will complain about the loss, if there is a huge loss, you should also think about the black fortress before, as long as it comes again, the things you value are worthless.”
After finishing speaking, she glanced at Bishop Uruk and Auburn: "Sorry, I may have overstepped my authority by saying this, and I can't control the affairs of the church and other countries, but I still want to remind you that in the eyes of that black fortress , it doesn’t care what religion or country you belong to.”
Mentioning the "Black Fortress" that had flown to an unknown place, Archbishop Auburn's face immediately became serious: "The crux of the problem is that weapon from the evil god. Its power is obviously higher than that of ordinary people, and the sacrifice of the Pope Didn't really destroy it either - just expelled it. If it came back, all our efforts would be for naught."
"Didn't you say that those foreigners went to deal with this matter?" Prince Huffman looked at Ofra, "Why haven't they heard anything yet?"
"This..." Ofra didn't know how to explain, "There should be an answer soon. They should be able to succeed, after all, they also solved the eldest son."
Ophra didn't have much confidence when she said it. After all, she still didn't understand the power and background of Hao Ren and his party, and she didn't know the origin of the "Black Fortress". The trust built up from the incident being resolved to believe that the Strangers have the power to destroy that thing. At this time, she wondered if she should call Becky over. That confused mercenary had spent the longest time with the foreigner, and he understood the other party's ability better than the bearded man. But just when she couldn't hold back and wanted to ask Becky about this, a white light suddenly lit up in the conference hall.
"Don't worry about the black spaceship," Hao Ren led a group of people out of the white light, "Now I have something bigger to tell you." (To be continued~^~)