After drinking the porridge, Loran Hill recovered a lot.

She did not go to find Benedict immediately, but moved a chair, sat under the eaves of the courtyard, closed her eyes and took a nap.

Although she had woken up, she was still a little sleepy, just like when she woke up that year, as if she would feel sleepy no matter how much sleep she had all day.

Thinking back to the distant past she saw in her dreams, she now has a rough guess about her own life experience, but she still lacks many clues. It seems that she will have to find more information about the Dusk Ruins in the future so that she can slowly fill in the puzzle.

The plans of the "Original Heart," a faction at the end of the Twilight Age, probably didn't succeed completely, otherwise they wouldn't have been defeated by the "Machine Council." But their efforts weren't in vain.

According to the records left by the 'Tree of Life' sect at the time, the 'Mechanical Council' seemed to have realized its own shortcomings, and then absorbed the research of the 'Original Heart' and began to deduce its own path to deification.

He and the other three original souls might have been taken away by the "Mechanical Council" and joined in their plan.

According to the last record displayed by the system, the 'Mechanical Parliament' should have succeeded in creating gods many years later, but many unexpected events occurred, leading to the gods' fall and the current situation.

Judging from the power of miracles that he used for the first time, the system called himself the third kingship, which means that there are two more before him, so the throne of God constructed that year was not just one, but multiple.

This is all the information we know at the moment. Let's rest for a few days and wait for Bines to stabilize the situation in the church before going to ask her for the storage device she discovered in the past.

As he thought about this, Loran Hill leaned against the back of his chair and slowly fell asleep.

The wind in the courtyard blew through the leaves, making a slight sound. The girl's hair fluttered slightly and then fell again, scattering on her white neck. As her chest rose and fell slightly, her eyebrows slowly relaxed, as if she had fallen into a peaceful dream.

The nun guarding the door looked at the sleeping girl in the courtyard and felt a bit lovable and cute. She smiled and shook her head slightly, then looked up at the clear blue sky.

The church seems to be much more peaceful and calm recently.

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Mozwa, the Clock Tower City

At the top of the tall clock tower, in a spacious and bright hall, twelve mages sat at a round table in the center, as if each of them represented a scale on the clock.

"I believe everyone has received the news some time ago. Our plan in the Holy Mountain of Karenriel has failed."

"The next Pope is almost certainly destined to be Benedict, unless Charente suddenly jumps out to compete. But in reality, he has not been involved in external affairs for many years."

"This is a huge failure for us. Not only did we lose a precious treasure, but we also caused the Sanctuary to fall to Clancy."

A wizard in a black robe stood at the 12 o'clock position and narrated to everyone present. The scene was a bit dull.

"Is there any way to save it?" asked a wizard with a silver chain on his chest.

"No, the Holy Lance Knights and the Judgment Department have put the Holy Mountain under martial law. If we try to make any moves now, it will be too easy for them to catch us."

"Well, it seems that the Sanctuary can no longer be relied upon."

"How's the situation at Black Rock?"

"They are currently purging the remnants of the Bow Hunters within the organization. They have been doing this since defeating the Bow Hunters' coalition forces at the beginning of the year."

"Why did it take so long?"

"It's said that the Bowhunters have changed their leader and have become more cunning. They don't engage in direct combat with the Spearmen. Instead, they resort to harassment and raids, putting them in a passive position."

"How disappointing! Haven't their musket troops finished their training yet?"

"The training is complete, but they don't seem to want to deploy their elite musket troops into the complex mountains and fields because it would be a waste."

"Alas, they can't amount to anything. These mercenaries are still thinking about the same old ways, prioritizing the preservation of their own strength and property. They don't have any magnanimity or big picture." Several mage representatives shook their heads to express their dissatisfaction.

"Let's give them a deadline. They must end the domestic war within two months and then cooperate with our war against Clancy by the end of the year."

"The only good news right now is that we can finally confirm that Cangcui won't make any major moves in the next two years. This will allow us to dispatch a large number of elite troops north to participate in the battle."

"Can this be confirmed? What if Grand Duke Pascal of the Green Empire suddenly takes action without authorization, regardless of the Emperor's orders..."

"No. The two emperors are in poor health right now, and this is a critical period for the transition of power, which is extremely sensitive. Even if the emperor doesn't lose his temper immediately, such behavior will definitely leave a huge rift in the crown prince's heart."

"This rift will continue to ferment during their reign and target the Pascals."

"As for conquering the seven nations of Xuehua, the Pascal family alone definitely does not have the strength to do so. The current head of the family would not be so reckless as to embark on such an extremely dangerous path."

"Also, although he hasn't aged yet, he's not young anymore. He wouldn't take such risks or take such extreme measures."

Several mage representatives who had been placing spies in the Green Empire expressed their recent views, which gradually put the others present at ease.

"In that case, we can't waste such a good opportunity. Let's start mobilizing step by step from this month."

"Logistical equipment, food, necessary armor, weapons, transport ships, combat airships, and mass-produced golems—all must be fully prepared."

"I agree."

"agree."

"It's at this moment."

The mages sitting under the high-backed chairs raised their arms one by one, voted, and finally passed the decision with unanimous agreement.

Three days later, carrier pigeons and messengers carrying various orders and instructions spread out from the city in all directions like blood flowing from a beating heart.

Factories and workshops began to work overtime, machines roared, smoke curled up, and soldiers wearing the same uniforms began training in the wilderness.

"Ready, fire!"

Bang--

The new steel weapon was held in the palm of his hand. As the smoke rose, a short flash of fire emerged from the dark Far East, hitting the huge rock in front of him and breaking it into pieces of broken stone fragments.

And more troops who were not equipped with muskets, under the order of the commander, drew the sabers at their waists, raised the metal round shields, and chopped the wooden stakes in front of them with all their might, cutting out smooth cuts.

In other experimental sites, brand new steel golems had their curtains drawn down and began to be debugged and tested one by one.

The frost rose blooms into seven petals, which then become one. Now they must fulfill their promises and ideals.