Chapter 438: Chaos in Spang Theocracy (8,000)

The younger elves did not understand what would happen next. They were full of excitement and curiosity about being able to enter a building of such size as the Cathedral of the Church of the Mother of All Things, and they looked around.

However, the pregnant women seemed to have vaguely guessed something. Their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They wanted to leave here, but a row of people wearing black masks on their faces blocked this area tightly.

The atmosphere in the air was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

A group of people lined up in a row.

They passed through the front yard of the Church of the Mother of All Things, and in the middle of the wide yard stood a stone statue... It was a statue of the Mother of All Things, but the statue looked a little weird.

The originally beautifully carved stone statue, perhaps because of the darkness, appeared a strange black under the moonlight, as if countless mold spots had grown on the surface of the stone statue, making it look dirty and filthy at a glance.

Above the mold spots, there seemed to be some furry things swaying in the night wind, more like green fluff.

It is clearly a statue of a goddess, but it has no sacredness or elegance at all, only eerie and weirdness.

What made these elves even more horrified was that the goddess statue suddenly broke at the neck, and the upper half of the neck and head disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and even the youngest elf couldn't stop shivering. A bone-chilling chill instantly swept through the body, and the skin was covered with delicate little bumps.

Compared to the coldness of the body, the chill that penetrates deep into the heart and directly into the soul is more unbearable for them.

In between gusts of cold wind, you could even hear a sharp voice crying in your ear. The voice was sad and mournful, hazy, and intermittent, which made your scalp tingle.

Such a strange place, who would have thought it would be the cathedral of one of the seven orthodox religions? Even if it was the headquarters of a cult, it would not be so gloomy.

After passing through the front yard, there is a deep corridor. When you get here, the atmosphere changes again.

Although it was gloomy originally, there was still some moonlight. But now the moonlight was blocked by the corridor, leaving only the magic stones inlaid on the ceiling above and the walls on both sides. I don’t know what the properties of the magic stones were. They flashed a cold and dark dark brown light, and the shadows were reflected on the faces, making the originally handsome faces of these elves look hideous.

It’s been a long journey.

With every step forward, the gloom in everyone's heart becomes more severe.

After half an hour, the group finally stopped.

What was waiting for them was not an altar, nor a cell, nor a secret room, but... a door.

It was a door that was hard to describe. It was pitch black, with dense, indescribable patterns carved on the door. It was obviously dark, but with the blessing of those patterns, the door looked like a kaleidoscope illusion. In the middle of the illusion was a dark and deep vortex. All kinds of bizarre illusion fragments were slowly but endlessly dissolving in this dark vortex.

It's like chaos that swallows everything.

Around the vortex, countless dense, black lines extended out, like some indescribable claws.

The huge vortex is like a living heart, expanding, contracting, and swaying.

That kind of image is really hard to describe in words.

However, that kind of breath clearly penetrated into the soul of every living being.

That's... blasphemy.

It is the ultimate evil.

Just smelling that breath made the elves' stomachs wriggle and roll violently, as if they might vomit at any time.

The view in front of the gate suddenly became clear.

One after another, there were figures with strange masks on their faces and tattered rags on their bodies. They seemed to have lost their bones and were twisting their limbs like poisonous snakes. These were elves. Some of the elves were waving their hands casually and making inexplicable howls from their mouths.

Some elves held flutes made of bones and played extremely hoarse music.

There are also some elves holding double hammers, beating out violent drum beats.

No one can describe the atmosphere in front of this dark door at this moment.

Crazy, evil.

Even the youngest elves could feel the abnormal atmosphere in front of them at this moment. Their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

Then, the hoarse flute sounds and violent drum beats began to pour into their ears. These sounds gathered together and gradually evolved into some kind of frantic music. In a short period of time, their sanity was destroyed.

shrill howls, excited laughter, and desperate wails.

All kinds of sounds accompanied by the restless music began to be performed in front of the gate. Bodies were crawling on the ground like humble worms, struggling, wriggling, and screaming.

Wisps of gray-black mist gradually spread out from above these figures and were then absorbed by the vortex on the door.

And the vortex seemed to be replenished with more energy and sheen, and the frequency of expansion and contraction became faster.

Here, all living beings have fallen into madness.

Even the tall figure at the back was no exception.

Hefferson's eyes sparkled with green light, like a hungry wolf waiting to hunt.

He opened his mouth as if it were a bloody mouth, and his scarlet tongue swept across his pale lips. His heart was beating violently, and he had a premonition that that day would not be too late.

However, Heferson, who was caught up in the excitement, did not notice that on the surface of his body, an indescribable dark brown tentacles had silently grown out from the back of his body, as if they were crawling with poisonous snakes, slowly wriggling.

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The other side.

In Granville.

Desolate mountains and wilderness.

After chatting with Ron for a long time, Mirabelle ate a little. Although she had been in a coma for seven days and seven nights, she was too tired from the previous two hundred days. Her body was still very weak and she soon fell asleep in Ron's arms.

Holding the soft body in his arms should have been a pleasure, but now it was pure torture for Ron.

There was no way. Even if Ron was a beast, he would not torture Mirabelle when she was very weak.

Looking down at the woman in his arms sleeping so soundly, Ron felt a little unhappy. He raised his hand and slapped Mirabelle on the buttocks, muttering softly: Sooner or later, I will teach you a lesson.

Unfortunately, now you can only take advantage of me with words, but you can't do anything else.

This time, he was completely dominated by Mirabelle. He couldn't sleep with such an elf in his arms. He looked up at the sky and estimated that in another four or five days, he should be able to enter the territory of the Spang Church.

Forget it, let’s travel overnight.

Ron sighed and gradually floated into the air.

A layer of white protective shield wrapped Ron and Mirabelle's bodies, preventing them from being affected by the cold wind.

Ron, who was flying towards the Spang Theocracy, did not notice the elf in his arms. Two red clouds floated silently on his fair face! ...

The Church of Sbon.

Royal city.

The royal palace.

King Barumonger Douglas is receiving a special guest.

In fact, if you really count, the Douglas family is not the orthodox royal family of the Spong Theocracy, and they have only held the royal power for three thousand years.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Eight thousand years have passed since the fall of the Twilight Dynasty. In the first five thousand years, another family held power in the Theocracy of Sbon. However, for unknown reasons, all the members of this family suddenly became sick with their stomachs overnight and died of diarrhea.

A country cannot be without a king for a day.

As the most powerful noble at that time, the ancestor of the Douglas family finally ascended the throne after many refusals.

This is not a rebellion.

It is not an invasion by other countries.

Therefore, the dragon clan did not intervene in the chaos of the Spang Theocracy.

For the dragon clan, they actually don’t care who holds the power of the Dusk Continent. As long as the annual offerings are high, they don’t care at all.

Everyone has ambition.

The conflict between royal power and divine power has always existed in the Dusk Continent, and the contradiction between royal power and the nobility has never been resolved. Especially for the Douglas family, they were able to sit on the throne of king with the support of the nobility and the church. This also led to the fact that although the Douglas family became a royal family, they had to cede a lot of interests to the nobility and the church.

During the initial chaos, they had to rely on the power of the nobility and the church to consolidate their authority, but after their power was consolidated, no ambitious person would allow others to share too much of their interests and power.

The Douglas family has always wanted to establish the supreme status of the royal family. They can allow the existence of the church and the nobility, but the clergy and nobles can only kneel before the royal family and swear submission instead of sharing power.

It is precisely because of this greed that, on the surface, the royal family, the nobility and the church continue to maintain their relationship through marriage, but secretly, the Douglas family has been planning how to weaken the influence of the other party.

A thousand years ago, Douglas was closest to his goal.

Among the royal family at that time, there was a woman who served as a saint in the church and had great influence.

At that time, among the twenty-seven archbishops of the Church of Nature's Heart, eleven were bribed by the royal family.

The Pope at that time died suddenly for inexplicable reasons. The royal family took advantage of this rare chaos to completely seize the divine power. Once the divine power and royal power were controlled by the Douglas family, it would be easy to suppress the nobles.

Once successful, the church and the nobility will become mascots with bright and beautiful appearance, and no one can shake the authority of the royal family.

But who would have thought that the Douglas family's plan was destroyed by the Marcelino family that suddenly appeared.

At that time, the Marcelino family did not have much influence in the church. The ancestor of the Marcelino family, although nominally the vice pope, did not have much actual power. However, this guy got a will left by the previous pope from somewhere.

What a joke! The previous pope died suddenly, so how could he have left behind a will? The Douglas family naturally questioned the authenticity of the will.

However, what was unexpected was that in the Church of the Heart of Nature, twenty-one out of the twenty-seven archbishops were close friends of the ancestors of the Marcelino family, and even five of the eleven archbishops who were bribed by the royal family rebelled on the spot.

Seeing that it was no longer possible to control the power of the church, the Douglas family had no choice but to accept defeat.

Since then, for the past thousand years, although everyone was in harmony on the surface, the Marcelino family had always been the biggest enemy of the royal family.

The goal of every king was to suppress the Marcelino family, and this goal has never changed until Barumong.

Barumonger Douglas.

The current king of the Theocracy of Spang is ninety-eight years old and has been in power for thirty or forty years.

Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he looks only in his thirties and time has not left many traces on him.

His strength is also one of the strongest in the Theocracy of Sbon, and he is rarely rivaled.

However, Barumong, who is usually full of vigor and vitality, seems a little listless at this moment.

There are really too many worries recently.

First, the plan of the Spang Theocracy to invade Granville was inexplicably leaked, causing Granville to prepare in advance.

If it were just this, Barumong wouldn't be too worried. Granville and his gang of useless people lived on fertile land. There was no wildness in their souls at all. Barumong believed that as long as the army of the Spang Theocracy went out to fight, even if the enemy's army was ten times the size of his own, the warriors of the North could easily crush the enemy.

Although the Kingdom of Granville is wealthy, it has been busy with internal strife. According to intelligence, the opponent's army is not worth mentioning.

But who would have thought that Granville's eldest princess Dolores would suddenly rise up, directly suppress the nobles, plunder a large amount of wealth, buy off the hearts of the soldiers, and in a short period of time she had gathered an army that was willing to die for the eldest princess.

What's even more exaggerated is that Dolores even launched a coup, directly ousted Holt 474 from power, completely took control of the kingdom's authority, and at the same time reconciled with the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and the power in her hands increased unprecedentedly.

Although the combat quality of these troops is very poor, at least their morale is many times better than before.

In addition, Dolores plundered the nobles and had countless wealth in her hands. The weapons in the hands of those soldiers and the armor on their bodies were completely different from the maces and animal skins of the Spang Theocracy.

The Theocracy of Spang launched a tentative attack on the border, but only suffered a casualty ratio of one to two.

Although the Spang Theocracy still has the advantage in name, considering the difference in numbers between the two sides, the other side can completely drag the Spang Theocracy into hell with its several times larger population.

In desperation, the Theocracy of Sbon could only temporarily suppress their restlessness and wait for an opportunity.

But before the next opportunity for attack came, the Orc leader was actually preparing to stab the Spang Theocracy from behind.

8,000 words. There will be another chapter later, which should also be 3,000 or 4,000 words 　　 　 (end of this chapter)