Thank the Sleeping Dragon Mountains, you bastards of the city-state, this is the only true god that allows you to live.

— Tudor Queen Corinthian of York

"Everyone, think about why you're here. The Storm Church has volunteered to be used as firewood to bait the Abyss's trap in Zichuan City. Who will hold the rumored godhead?

If people from the Church of Light come, will you still have a place in the Godhead?

The interests of the Church of Light this time must be well known to everyone. We will give you the godhood, and you will pierce the abyss with your sword.

That’s what jihad is all about.”

Luo's words brought some cohesion to the scattered parliament. Xia Lan in the corner felt that this old man was really shameless. If he didn't know the inside story, he might have believed the old bitch's lies.

The godhead was initially just a poison bait he threw to the red-coated Chlorus, but it gradually turned into a huge storm, sweeping in a large group of people.

Luo is one of the masterminds behind this storm. He pulled out all the people hiding in the dark, and started talking about prophecies and holy wars. No one knows what he is doing.

The matter of godhead is a joke. If it weren't for the pages of destiny, the highest judge of the Church of Light, Bifang, would have boarded Bolavis long ago, ready to catch the cicada. Xia Lan didn't believe that Luo, the judge of light, would not know what godhead is.

"Brigade Commander Augulus, you have the most say in the news about the Godhead. After all, Mu Ye has the deepest research on God."

Luo's serious look made Xia Lan want to curse, "Don't you know what's going on?"

However, everyone was a talented actor, so Xia Lan quickly got into the groove and spoke in a professional tone, "Mu Ye also spent a large sum of money to buy the information about the Godhead from Hongtuozi. He's not sure if it's true or not, otherwise he wouldn't have sent a small figure like me here."

A small figure, feeling the strong divine power emanating from Xia Lan, everyone in the tent was in disbelief. If he was not sure, would Mu Ye send a divinely favored person with such a high degree of compatibility?

"Luo, regardless of whether the godhood is real or not, I believe that none of you here came here for such mundane things. We are here to eliminate darkness and for this land!"

The great sage Lin Suo stood up, spitting excitedly, and even emphasized his tone when talking about the godhead.

"Yes, defeat the abyss and seek revenge!"

"revenge!"

Everyone's fighting spirit was aroused again, and the shadow of the Dawn Church seemed to retreat in an instant, but Xia Lan could feel that an undercurrent was surging in the tent.

"Kill those bastards."

However, he was also "infected" by the atmosphere, excitedly joined in the atmosphere, and cheered and roared with the people who were beating their chests and stamping their feet.

This seemed to ease the relationship between him and the coalition forces a little, but the easing was limited. If they had the chance, they would never let the Mu Ye bastards go.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air."

Zhen looked at these hypocritical guys, whispered to Luo, then stood up and walked out of the tent. Xia Lan was lost in thought as he looked at her back, when suddenly a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Commander-in-Chief, I have a plan to break through Lanhe."

The person who spoke was a young man about the same age as Xia Lan. His purple eyes were deep and clear, and his armor was simple and heavy, giving people a feeling of stability and heaviness.

The two epics standing behind the young man dared not be underestimated. The young man was called Feng, and his surname had never been mentioned. He was a follower of the God of Winter and Frost, the son of God of the Frost Church, and the current deputy commander of the Fifth Division of the First Legion of the Allied Forces.

"What's the plan?"

Yu Paro asked directly.

"I don't believe the entire Lan River is covered with forbidden magic circles and arcane fields. We can definitely cross the river in other areas."

"Son of the Frost God, are you kidding me? This is the best route of attack. Other sections of the river either can't deploy our formation or our logistics are easily cut off. Where else can we cross the river?"

"Anywhere is fine. The cult has the advantage of location, so they can act with impunity. All we need to do is bring both sides to the same level."

The Frost Godson confidently walked over to the map in the tent and pointed at the dam upstream of the Lan River. He said, "Blow up here, and the uneven terrain downstream will be filled with river water. We can then use ice magic to freeze the river downstream. Will we still be unable to deploy our troops? Then we won't even have to worry about the water ghosts."

The coalition forces can completely split into two groups, one to attack the Lan River defense line head-on, and the other to use the method I just mentioned, to attack the rear of the defense line after crossing the river, and then attack from both sides."

There was a lot of discussion in the tent, and Yu Paro was also thinking about the feasibility of this method.

The civilians in the lower reaches of the Lan River have been almost completely harmed by the cult, and blowing up the dam and turning it into a swamp will not have any impact.

"What do you think of this method?"

Jon leaned over and asked Shallan, there were three legions in total in the coalition army. The third legion was composed of the royal army, with Ash Midor as the legion commander, and Jon was the commander of the first division.

"How should I know?"

Xia Lan rolled her eyes. Regardless of whether this genius idea would work or not, it would definitely be difficult to implement. If it didn't work, it would be fun to add a wave of "Swamp Guardians" to the opponent.

However, compared to building a bridge, ice freezing is not only stronger, but also more labor-saving. However, all this is not something that a small brigade commander like him can decide.

"This method is worth a try. Who will take charge of this detachment?"

After talking with Luo for a while, Yu Paro decided to give it a try.

"The Second Legion."

Lin Suo stood up and took the task directly.

"Okay, we'll launch the general attack in three days."

After discussing some details, the military meeting ended. Xia Lan, who was going out with Jon, was stopped by Luo.

"Her Royal Highness the Saint wants to see you."

This made Xia Lan confused. With so many people in the coalition forces, why were they looking for him?

"You go ahead, I'll go see what's going on."

After saying goodbye to Jon, Xia Lan walked towards the Saint's tent.

"The Second Legion's Xialan Auglos requests an audience with Her Majesty the Saint."

But there was no response. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that Xia Lan felt something was wrong. He took out a space scroll, held it in his hand, carefully lifted the tent and walked in.

"Your Highness the Saint?"

Seeing that there was no one in the tent, Xia Lan's nerves became even more tense, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

I hope that old man Luo Na won't sell himself out. The Allied Forces Mu Ye have many enemies, but they have not taken action for the sake of the Church of Light. It is hard to say what will happen if they reach an exchange of interests.

There is a problem with the white cloth screen!

Xia Lan discovered that the tent was set up with soundproof magic and a maze, and she was trapped inside the tent. The white cloth screen was the carrier, and if she wanted to leave, she had to break the screen first.

"Humph, childish tricks."

Xia Lan sneered and activated the space scroll in his hand without hesitation. As the sky and the earth spun, the surrounding space changed rapidly.

Bang!

Xia Lan fell into the bathtub, wiped the water stains on her face, and found that this was not the destination of the space scroll.

"What are you doing here?"

Xia Lan heard a familiar voice behind her and turned her head subconsciously, then saw a naked and graceful body.

“So big!”

With a bang, Xia Lan flew out from the white cloth screen, spit out blood from her mouth and fainted.

The saint put on her clothes and walked out with a sword in hand, looking murderous.