Chapter 348: Transformation of the Sanctuary's Array

Osman stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, motioning for Clown to sit down. Then he looked around, his eyes swept over everyone sharply, and said in a deep voice: "Bishop Clown Moya, your strength is unquestionable, but I think you should take on more responsibilities.

The church is now at a crossroads. It seems to be flourishing, but in fact it is facing internal and external troubles.

Inside the Kingdom of Farouk, the royal family and the church are at odds with each other; outside, the evil god is reviving at an increasingly rapid pace, and a situation similar to that in the Kingdom of Sintland will soon be repeated in other countries.

As a fifth-level extraordinary person of the church, you should think about issues from the perspective of the church's interests.

Becoming a cardinal, and then a pope, and leading the church to become stronger is your responsibility. "

The Pope's words caused discussion among other archbishops.

"If the first fifth-order transcendent on the continent becomes the Pope, then the weight of the church in the eyes of other churches will definitely increase significantly."

“As a member of the church, it is our duty to safeguard the interests of the church.”

“Isn’t becoming the pope the honor and dream of every member of the church?”

Of course, different opinions were expressed, and some cardinals with sufficient qualifications expressed their opposition.

These people are already silver-level transcendents. They were originally the strongest contenders for the position of Pope. When the current Pope steps down, the Pope will choose one from among them.

Now a 'newcomer' suddenly appears, seemingly trained by the Pope, making those who have endured many years of experience very dissatisfied.

"Bishop Clown's record is indeed impressive, but to become a cardinal requires more than just military strength."

A thin archbishop with a gray beard spoke slowly:

“Yes, the ability to handle church affairs and negotiate with other churches is also an important part of a cardinal’s job.

I have carefully studied Bishop Crown's resume, and his positions were either full-time combat or providing logistics for the troops.

He is a strong crusader and a skilled blacksmith, but not a good leader."

Fland glanced at Crown and agreed, "I agree with Archbishop Ophir Wren. Crown's leadership ability is indeed not suitable for being the leader of the diocese."

Rather than letting Clown become a cardinal and get bogged down in trivial matters, giving him more time to improve his strength is the right thing to do. If he can become a sixth-order transcendent as quickly as possible, it will be of greater help to the church, and many problems will no longer be problems.

The white-bearded archbishop suddenly showed joy on his face:

"Archbishop Flanders is the direct superior of His Excellency Crown, and his opinions are of great reference value."

The cardinals were divided into two camps and engaged in a heated discussion.

Crown sat in the chair and felt that it was very noisy here.

Osman stood up, interrupted the discussion, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that no matter which argument you support, the purpose is to promote the prosperity of the church.

The question of Bishop Crown's leadership is not a problem at all. As long as he gains enough experience, he will definitely become an outstanding leader.

Since the differences of opinion are so serious, we will postpone this issue and vote on it at the end of the meeting.

Now, let's discuss the next issue: how the situation in the Kingdom of Hinterland affects us.

Although Farouk and Hinterland do not border each other, our southernmost part is only 120 kilometers away from Hinterland, and the rushing Taina River connects the two kingdoms in another sense.

The coastline of the Hinterlands is not particularly far from the evil god city of R'lyeh that sank to the bottom of the sea. The followers of Cthulhu, the master of R'lyeh, are all sea monsters, and they command countless armies of fishmen.

Whether it is the evil god's followers or the fishmen, they can all leave the ocean and adapt to the fresh water of the river, which is the most troublesome thing."

After a moment of silence, someone began to speak actively:

"Can we build a dam upstream of the Taina River where it enters the Kingdom of Ribia? The river there is only four or five kilometers wide. This is entirely feasible."

“Come on, it’s the flood season for the Taina River now, the water is flowing fast, and it’s simply unrealistic to build a dam.

Besides, what would the Church of the God of Knowledge think if we built the dam? If it weren't for the threat of the evil god, the relationship between our two families would not be harmonious.

Another very important point is that according to our experience in the town of Lorente where a tributary of the Rhine flows into the sea, the fishermen can swim upstream forty to fifty kilometers a day, and deep divers can swim even faster.

The Kingdom of Sintland has many rivers and streams. It has been more than two months since the fall of the port of Sinthal. Maybe the fishmen have already sneaked into our country."

Before the Red Moon incident, the relationship between the various churches of gods was not pleasant. In order to protect more believers, there were many frictions between the borders of the kingdoms.

Only after the threat of the evil god surfaced did the churches exercise some restraint.

The Kingdom of Farouk has always been regarded as a barbaric land by other countries, and its relations with other countries are very ordinary.

As the Kingdom of Ribia took the lead in using steam engines to set off an industrial trend, a large number of people from the Kingdom of Farouk smuggled into Ribia because life there was better.

Therefore, there were constant frictions between the Church of the Lord of Fire and the Church of the God of Knowledge. It was not until Osman insisted on introducing the technology of Rabia and stepped up efforts to crack down on illegal immigration that the trend of people leaving slowed down.

Crown did not participate in the discussion. At this time, one more or one less of him would not make much difference.

He couldn't visualize at this time, and he was very bored sitting in the chair, so he simply started thinking about swordsmanship and practicing in his mind.

The Cross Sword had been pushed to its limit, and he began to think about how to push this sword technique to the extreme.

The improvement in skills from limit to extreme level is comparable to that from level one to limit.

Currently, he only has three skills that have reached the highest level: basic swordsmanship, shooting and archery, and animal taming. These skills all provide very useful passive abilities.

Two days passed in a flash. During these days, the Conference of Cardinals discussed many issues but did not come up with any useful solutions.

The only good news is that the armor and weapons made by the church for the silver level are almost completed and will be delivered in a few days.

After the day's meeting, the cardinals left the sanctuary.

Soon, a group of craftsmen poured into the underground passage of the sanctuary, holding blueprints and making fine adjustments to the magic circle.

Osman stood motionless in the middle of the passage, watching the craftsmen working.

The light of the torch flickered, casting a distorted shadow of the Pope on the wall.

Theo and Moon walked back and forth, urging the craftsmen to speed up.

These days, whenever the meeting of cardinals ended, they would stay behind to supervise the work.

Moon walked up to the Pope and said cautiously:

"Your Majesty, we two can just watch over here, there won't be any delay, you can go back and rest."

Osman glanced at him coldly and said:

"You said you can finish it tonight, are you sure?"

"OK, the craftsmen estimate that they will be finished by ten o'clock tonight. After completion, we will conduct preliminary tests and compile the most detailed test report for you tomorrow morning."

"I will test it myself. The changes to the magic circle this time are confidential. Once it is completed, you will lead the craftsmen out of the sanctuary first."

"Uh, okay."

Moon bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I will go and urge these craftsmen to work harder. I can't keep you waiting for long."

“Quality assurance is the most important thing.”

"Understood," Moon walked away and returned to where the craftsmen were working. Theo immediately came over and asked in a low voice, "Well, what does Your Majesty say?"

"Your Majesty has requested that the array be personally inspected, and it will be inspected tonight. Do you know what kind of array this is? The craftsmen said that the patterns of the array are completely different from the previous ones."

Theo shook his head: "This was given to me by His Majesty. He didn't tell me, and I can't ask."

He paused, quickly looked around, and lowered his voice again:

"I feel that His Majesty has been moody lately, so I dare not ask."

“I feel the same way.”

Time is like a rushing river that never turns back. Thanks to the efforts of the craftsmen, all the replacement work of the magic circle has been completed.

Theo led the craftsmen to clean up the traces, and Moon came running to report:

"Your Majesty, all the work has been completed. Please inspect it."

Osman took out a golden pocket watch from his arms, opened the cover and took a look. It was just past nine o'clock.

"Well," he nodded, "lead the craftsmen to wait at the entrance of the sanctuary. If my inspection is fine, you can leave."

"As you command," Moon ran towards Theo and everyone left.

Soon, the Pope was the only one left in the sanctuary.

After hearing the passage closing, Osman came to the sanctuary room where the meeting was held.

His moon-white holy robe seemed to be filled with air and began to expand. Then, a pool of gray-purple mud fell from under the robe.

The slime squirmed and reshaped into a humanoid creature with only a mouth and no other facial organs.

The Faceless Man humbly prostrated himself at Osman's feet and kissed his toes.

The Pope reached out and stroked the Faceless Man's smooth head, with a special tenderness in his eyes.

Then he turned and left, leaving only the Faceless Man inside, and the stone door of the room slowly closed.

"Bang."

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

The stone doors closed together tightly.

After coming outside, Osman found the center of the magic circle and triggered the mechanism to activate the magic circle.

The strange red light dyed the passage scarlet, and the torches on the walls looked like red lotuses blooming in a sea of ​​blood.

In the conference room, the Faceless Men began to ram into the walls, and a ripple-like light appeared on the magic circle.

The wall did not move at all, but the Faceless Man was blown away by the huge recoil force.

“Roar,” the Faceless Man let out a low roar, and a buzzing sound echoed in the room.

Several smaller Faceless Men split from its body, and then their bodies began to swell, and an ominous black aura condensed on their body surfaces.

Then it hit the wall again at a faster speed, and was knocked away by the recoil force in the same posture . Half an hour later, Osman opened the door of the room and saw the Faceless Man lying limp on the ground, while the surrounding walls were intact.

The Faceless Man turned into a pool of squirming slime again and merged with him.

Large chunks of flesh had fallen off the Pope's face, revealing bloody holes.

The flesh seemed to have vitality and returned to his body, and the bloody holes on his face slowly healed.

The sanctuary can isolate the inside and the outside, and he used this method to feel everything the Faceless Man had done in the past half hour.

He estimated the strength of the Faceless Man's attack, touched the smooth wall, and nodded with satisfaction.

The Faceless Man's attack reached the fifth level, but it couldn't destroy the wall at all. His plan can be implemented.

The magic circle in the guest room was opened, and Clown was visualizing the Golden Light Spell.

In this way, the visions during visualization will be blocked by the magic circle and will not leak out at all.

The isolation effect of this magic circle is average, otherwise he would have practiced the Breath of Fire Dragon and the visualization method alternately. That is the most efficient way of training, and the proficiency of the visualization method and breathing method can be improved significantly.

A glass of water is placed on the table, sometimes casting a gentle silver color on the wall, and sometimes casting a brilliant gold color.

All the daytime hours were wasted in meetings, so he could only practice a little longer at night. Above the gray fog, the waning moon had already set in the west, and its original silvery luster had become dim.

Crown stopped meditating and took a deep breath.

He summoned a golden wall, and from deep within his eyes, a golden-purple light illuminated everything.

[Golden Light Mantra: 156483/300000; Level 4]

He was only 40,000 points away from obtaining five Golden Light Dao Seeds again.

Next to him, Flanders stood up and stretched his body:

"Comfortable, only needing a short sleep every day to ensure full energy throughout the day, this ability is unheard of.

I feel that the changes that visualization brings to people are more powerful than the church’s secret methods of the same level.”

Clown smiled noncommittally and said:

"Hurry up and catch up on your sleep. It's less than two hours until dawn."

"I don't feel sleepy at all when I'm with you."

Clown waved his hand and cursed with a smile:

"I don't want you to stay here all night, go back quickly.

If I sleep for another hour and a half, it will be five in the morning, and the visualization effect at that time will be much stronger than it is now."

At the meeting of cardinals, each cardinal expressed his own opinions, while Osman sat in the chairman's seat and watched coldly.

Their topic today is: 'Whether to provide assistance to the Church of the Lord of Storms.'

Suddenly, the stone door of the room slowly opened, the heated debate came to an abrupt end, and everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Unless there is a major emergency, the meeting is not allowed to be interrupted.

The room was eerily quiet. Theo could feel the gazes of many Silver-rank warriors as if they were real. He felt his legs tremble slightly.

He endured the invisible pressure, walked to the Pope, and whispered, "Your Majesty, a group of mutant creatures suddenly appeared in the streets near St. Peter's Basilica. They began to kill crazily. The Holy Flame Guards of the Holy See went to suppress them but were no match at all, and suffered heavy casualties.

Now, this group of mutant creatures is very close to the church entrance."

Theo's voice was very low, but everyone present was a Silver-level warrior, and they all had sharp ears and eyes, so they heard his words clearly.

Klauen's brows immediately frowned. The members of the Holy Flame Guard of the Vatican are selected second-level elite priests and crusaders, and the backbone are third-level transcendents. It is said that the ratio of third-level transcendents to second-level transcendents has reached 1:5.

It can be said that the Holy Flame Guard is one of the core forces of the Holy See.

The riots near St. Peter's Basilica and the defeat of the Holy Flame Guard, these two things put together contain a huge amount of information.

Osman stood up suddenly and shouted:

"It must have been done by the followers of the evil god hiding in the dark. Everyone, I'm going to go out for a while and will be back soon."

The Pope's staunch supporter, Archbishop Drago Mio, stood up hastily and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, there is no need for you to personally take action on this matter. I am willing to go out and quell the riots to help you."

Others echoed:

"Your Majesty, let us go."

They would feel ashamed if they had to mobilize the church leader for a trivial matter.

"You are all thoughtful," Osman smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows, "But let me do it this time. The Holy Flame Guard is my direct unit, so it will be easier to mobilize.

These evil forces have infiltrated the city of Bligh, and must be dealt with with lightning speed."

Drago immediately said, "Since we are going to solve it with lightning speed, I suggest that Lord Klauen accompany us."

Having never seen how the first fifth-order transcendent in the entire continent fights, he also wants to see the gap between the fifth and fourth orders.

“No, letting Crown come forward will make me feel old.

Besides, if I come in person, I can better comfort those frightened citizens."

The Pope saw that Drag was about to open his mouth again, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it:

“Stop talking. I have my own considerations. You guys stay here and continue discussing the issue of reinforcing Sinterland.

I hope you will come up with a plan that everyone agrees on before I return.”

Osman hurried away with Theo, and the door of the room was slowly closed.

(End of this chapter)