Chapter 359: Hyperion is here

Two days later in the morning.

In the north of the Protoss Empire, the Box Mountain Province stands like a shining pearl on the northern plains. It is not only the most prosperous province in the north, but also a transportation hub where materials and passengers flow together.

The mountains to the north surround it like guardian gods, forming a natural barrier. The melted snow at the foot of the mountains turns into winding streams that flow through the east of the city. When the spring breeze arrives, the moat moistens everything silently, giving this city-state infinite vitality and vigor.

Once you arrive in this province, you will find that the architectural style is inherited from the ancient imperial capital of Helrom, and the selection of materials is more inclined to natural stone and wood, creating a style that complements the towering mountains in the far north. The stone skin and wooden bones seem to be interwoven with nature to form a three-dimensional painting.

But this year the weather was turbulent and the temperature was unusually cold, so that even the warm land in the southern part of the Protoss Empire was covered with winter snow.

Even though it was almost mid-April in the northern provinces, spring was still lingering. The capricious weather brought snow and wind from time to time, sweeping the face of the city-state and even making the residents wonder whether this frozen world would continue until the next cold winter.

In the south of Box Mountain Province, the magic rail train station "Rock Junction" located on the west side of the main city in the hinterland is the hub leading to the south of the empire. This magic rail train station, the largest in the entire northern part of the empire, is also the crystallization of ancient craftsmanship and magic.

On the track, every brake sound and spark from the friction of the iron wheels is an accent in the music of the magical giant machinery, echoing in the vast platform level of Rock Junction Station.

At the far end of the station, a magical train loaded with the cold breath of the north, with a thin layer of frost and snow on the roof, was speeding towards the platform of the station.

The imperial characters scrolling on the slender crystal screen on the side of the car body showed that this was a magic rail train that started from Milford Train Station in the Northwest Province and ended at Rock Junction Station.

In the front carriage, the space is designed like a hotel suite, combining elegance and comfort.

The box is topped with a hand-crafted bordered ceiling and the walls are covered with dark veneer wood panels that exude a faint sandalwood scent. Art paintings with gold frames are dotted around. In addition to the spacious armchairs and beds wrapped in high-quality leather and suede fabrics, soft pillows and blankets provide extra warmth.

Hyperion came to the armchair, sat down, and looked out the window quietly.

She woke up before the sky outside the car window got bright, washed up early and packed her luggage, and she was extremely cautious along the way.

Ever since she left Milford County, the empire has been filled with a thick and weird atmosphere, as if it was always surrounded by a dark gray fog, making her unable to calm down.

"elder sister."

Not long after, Michela, who had just woken up, finished her preparations and sat opposite Hyperion. Although she didn't say anything, her intention should be to signal Hyperion that she was ready to leave at any time.

"I learned from the train attendant that the platform level at Rock Junction Station has been filled with Silence Priests these days. They are in a terrifying state of readiness, as if they will attack at any moment, causing panic among the people."

Hyperion sighed and said to Michela.

Although she had long thought that the event that could cause the main forces of the Silence branch in the Northwestern Province to come out in full force must be of great significance, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that some turmoil was taking place in the Protoss Empire, and an outsider like her could not see through the fog at all.

The less you understand, the more frightening it is.

"...When these guys were searching for spies from the Church of the Goddess of Fate and the Kingdom of Aethertalan in Milford Territory, they didn't go to this extent to block the station."

Misura's tone clearly showed that she was very dissatisfied with this group of Resurrectionists. "Don't worry, sister. A person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear. There is no reason for the Annihilation Branch to target people from our Milford family."

Michela said confidently.

"……really."

Hyperion nodded.

"The most ridiculous thing is that the bishop election will be held in more than a week. My father will go to the imperial capital Helrom at that time. I guess he will vote for Bishop Silent. After all, no noble in the north dares not to vote for him now."

Whenever Michella mentioned the Church of Resurrection, there was a look of disgust in her eyes, especially towards the Nirvana branch. She wished she could expel all these cultists from Milford County.

What if Asksan was not voted for at the critical moment and Asksan won in the end? This guy might not do anything on the surface, but one day he would give the Northern Empire nobles who stabbed him in the back the most brutal reckoning.

Everyone knows what kind of person Bishop Asksan of Nirvana is.

When they got off the train, Michela had to hide her inner thoughts at the Rock Junction station filled with the henchmen of the Bishop of Annihilation. This was the last time she could chat freely on the train.

"This vote is inevitable for the Empire. I just hope that the lesser of three evils will be chosen. A win by Tyrant or Sadness is slightly better than a win by Destruction."

Hyperion shook her head.

She had limited knowledge of the style of the cardinals on this side of the Northern Continent.

According to the Ice Witch, the best outcome is for the Mourning Bishop to win.

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

Compared to the extremely ambitious and selfish Bishops of Annihilation and Tyranny, the Bishops of Mourning tend to be more conservative and neutral.

But this kind of thing was not something she could interfere with. The purpose of her trip was to rescue the great demon who was said to be her aunt's best friend from the Helrom Underground Prison, which would be a great success.

"Batian and Lamentation are not good people either. When we arrive in the imperial capital of Helrom, we may see priests from these two branches. We don't even know if there are any hidden members who have infiltrated the school... Anyway, no matter how friendly the people of the Resurrection Church may seem, don't believe anything they say."

Michela was very worried that her sister would be deceived by the evil believers of the Resurrection Church. Those crazy beasts were capable of doing anything.

If a high-ranking official of the Church of the Resurrection took a fancy to my sister's talent and her status in the Milford family, they might try to contact her or seduce her, so as to bring the Milford family to the southeastern branch of the Cardinal at this critical juncture of the empire.

"Don't worry, Michella. We are completely separate from the cultists and will never have anything to do with the Church of the Resurrection."

Hyperion smiled and assured Michela in a voice like the morning prayers in the temple in the past.

Hearing her sister say this, Michella felt relieved.

Seeing her sister's upright, kind and serious character, she firmly believed that her sister would never be the kind of person who could degenerate into the same group with the Resurrectionists.

There is still one chapter left to code, I will finish it before ten o'clock

(End of this chapter)