Chapter 454 Night Talk

After hearing the whole story, Crown's nerves immediately tensed up.

The Holy See possesses a sixth-tier protective array with sufficient energy reserves. Even if he were to attack now, it would take at least several days.

He was unable to break the defense of the magic circle in an instant.

It may be easier once he completes the explosive growth period of his rank, but right now, the various churches are tough nuts to crack for him.

After all, the original intention of designing the protective magic circle was to resist the impact of the evil god's troops. If the defense is not strong enough, it will be impossible to resist the attack waves of the evil god's minions.

As long as there are sufficient energy reserves and spare magic array materials, theoretically a city with a sixth-order protective magic array will not be captured by non-god-level enemies.

According to Flanders's account, the city of Bray was reduced to rubble and scorched earth without ever sending any news to the outside world. Crown couldn't imagine how much power was needed to do this.

There is only one possibility for such a situation to occur: the city suffers a devastating blow in a very short period of time, leaving the people in the city with no time to react.

He had just advanced to the Stigma Gold level, and the radius of his domain was only three kilometers, far from enough to cover a city with his attack.

Therefore, the destruction of St. Peter's Basilica must have been caused by an enemy at the god level, and not a "new god" like him who had just advanced.

Clown exhaled lightly, calmed his mind and said:

"You said that the city of Bly was occupied by a burning evil humanoid creature. What is the combat effectiveness of those enemies? Have you verified it? Also, what is the current situation facing the city of Tristram? Tell me in detail."

The cause of the misfortune in the city of Bray is no longer known, and what needs to be done now is to prepare for future battles.

The enemies occupying the ruins of Bligh City are showing great aggressiveness, and the war is bound to spread outward from there.

Although Hammers City is far from Bray City, we still need to prepare early.

In addition, the Farouk Kingdom is now facing a serious problem. Most of the royal family members have died. Who should be the new pope and king? How long can a king who does not have sufficient military support be able to rule safely?

If each parish acts independently, the fragmented situation will be completely unable to cope with future threats.

The Farouk Kingdom cannot fall apart, and he has begun to think about using his own power to integrate other dioceses.

Flanders looked at the person next to him and said:

"Hamiti, you tell me, you know Tristram's situation best."

He turned his head and explained:

"I forgot to introduce myself just now. This is Bishop Hamity Alonso, from Tristram City. I am an old acquaintance of mine."

Hamidi stood up and bowed slightly:

"Bishop Crown, I have long heard of your great name. May the Lord of Fire illuminate your path forward."

His hair was gray, but it was combed neatly, and there was not a single wrinkle on his robe.

"Sir, let me tell you something else first.

The monsters that appeared in the city of Bligh have a leader who can launch attacks from dozens of kilometers away and hit flying airships.

Based on the description of the airship captain who witnessed the incident, we reconstructed a portrait of the enemy.

Eyewitnesses have confirmed that it is 90% similar. "

His mind flashed, and a roll of paper appeared in his hand. This was the portrait he took out from the space ring.

Holding the scroll in his hands, he bowed slightly and handed it over:

"Please take a look."

Is it so secret? What kind of portrait is it? Flanders' eyes flickered. His old friend had never mentioned this to him.

"It's just a portrait, why take it so seriously?"

An idea flashed through Clown's mind, and he took the scroll and shook it open with a light flick.

After a long while, he sighed and handed the scroll to Flanders:

"Archbishop, take a look too."

When Flanders took the portrait, his heart instantly sank.

This is a bust of a person. Putting aside the skin color and the strange patterns on the face of the person in the painting, this "person" looks very familiar.

How could he not look familiar after seeing him day and night for decades? It is clearly the portrait of Hephaestus, the Lord of Fire!

"How is this possible? Is this a coincidence? This looks like my Lord."

His voice was low and trembling.

Hamidi smiled bitterly and said sadly:

“I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, I only know that this monster and those little monsters all have extremely strong resistance to fire.

When I arrived, Tristram had already engaged in battle with the monsters. They were not very powerful. Judging from the energy fluctuations of their attacks, most of them were only second- and third-level extraordinary creatures.

Our attacks cause little damage to them, but the strange black fire burning on their bodies can cause strong corrosive damage to us.

The power of the law that is revealed is very much like a combination of the law of fire and the law of darkness."

He understood Flanders's mood at the moment. It was a painful and desperate thing for a person's faith to completely collapse.

Flanders shook his head desperately: "No, it can't be true. The kingdom of God has not yet arrived. Is this a monster formed by the pollution of God's thoughts?

Yes, it must be, the evil god is using people's hearts to undermine our fighting spirit."

After he left the Kingdom of Budamia, he changed his beliefs, and the Lord of Fire became an important fulcrum in his life.

Now that others told him that this fulcrum was gone, how could he believe it? So he found a reason to comfort himself.

"The day after the incident, a high-ranking royal family member named Calais Saxon passed through Tristram. We learned from him that the Pope had communicated with our Lord a few months ago.

Our Lord ordered them to build a magic circle called "Heart of Flame". According to the gods, the magic circle can provide a higher-level energy source for the protection magic circle. At the same time, it can provide a clearer anchor point to speed up the arrival of the Kingdom of God in the material world.

The craftsmen who built the magic circle were placed under house arrest after it was completed. Apparently, for some unknown reason, the royal family did not want more people to know this good news.

Then, the city of Bly was reduced to ashes on a red moon night."

Hamidi breathed a sigh of relief. This matter was of great importance. If ordinary believers knew about it, the church would most likely fall apart.

So, after he arrived in Rhine City, he did not tell his friends immediately.

At present, it is only a guess that the deity who guided them turned into an evil god who raised a butcher knife against them, but he feels that it is not far from the truth.

Humans can be corrupted by the law of pollution, so will gods not be corrupted? He knew that the kingdom of God was located in the spiritual world. If the spiritual world had become a big melting pot of the law of pollution, the truth of this matter was still very high.

He was under a lot of pressure carrying such a shocking secret, but now that some of the pressure had been relieved, his tense and helpless mood was relieved.

Although he cannot solve the problem, when there are more people facing the problem, he will have a companion, which makes him know that the pressure is not borne by him alone.

This is a very subtle feeling, perhaps he himself is not aware of it.

Hamidi continued, “We have a way to verify this. The next time the Red Moon Night comes, the world’s spirituality will be unprecedentedly active, and Lord Kale can get in touch with the gods through secret methods.

But I think we should prepare for the worst.”

He looked at Flanders, who was muttering "Impossible" in a daze. He looked at Crown and found that he was surprisingly calm.

He pursed his lips and said, "Sir, what do you think?"

Hamiti wanted to know why the other party behaved so calmly and composedly. As the world's first fifth-order transcendent and also the first sixth-order transcendent, he stood at the top of the world and should have different opinions.

"I reserve my opinion," Crown shook his head slightly. The radius of his domain was three kilometers. If he released the Spear of the Sun, it would still be able to attack enemies within ten kilometers, but any further away would be out of reach.

The monster leader was able to launch attacks from dozens of miles away, so he must be a god without a doubt, and his strength was even stronger than his.

He paused and continued, "No matter what the origin of the monster leader is, if Tristram City is his target, it will definitely not be able to be defended.

The city of Bligh has been reduced to ruins. I dare to assert that other cities in the Kingdom of Farouk would also be reduced to ruins if faced with such an attack.

Bishop Hamidi, you should make plans early."

Hamidi nodded and replied:

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

"I have discussed this matter with Archbishop Vasek. If the enemy launches continuous attacks, we must retreat.

But there are still hundreds of thousands of residents in the city and there is no place to accommodate them.

Everything else is easy to deal with, but food is a big problem now.

In the first two years after the gray fog appeared, plants grew wildly and grain yields were very high.

We all used to think that pollution laws had little impact on plants, but now we realize how naive we were at that time.

Now, both the food we grow and the trees and weeds in the wild are beginning to mutate and develop in a bad direction.

Come to think of it, if the water in the pond is stinky, how can the fish in it be pure? ! "

There is another very realistic question he did not mention: if the whole city is moved to another city, who will be the master in the future? No one in power wants someone to appear above their head and snatch the power that originally belonged to them.

"You two should discuss it carefully," Klauen nodded slightly and continued:

"Do you think this place is different from other places?"

"Of course. What impressed me most was that this place seemed like it was just before the gray fog descended. No, it's even purer than before, without a trace of pollution.

I think it should be like the night sky more than a hundred years ago, before the red moon phenomenon occurred.

Not only that, I also feel that my tired soul is nourished, and my body and mind are able to relax. What kind of magic circle is this effect?"

At this time, Flanders muttered in his heart: "If you live here longer, you can find more benefits."

Clown smiled slightly: "This is the magic array inherited from my bloodline, called the 'Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array', it has a lasting purifying effect on any pollution.

Of course, this is only one of its benefits. If you want to understand the wonders of the magic circle, you need to stay longer to have a deeper understanding. "

He paused and continued, “If you decide to migrate, this is a good choice.

I am planning to expand Moya Castle. In the future, it will become a super city, a city of holy light.

With the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array, we can plan out a large amount of fertile land and don’t have to worry about food at all.”

There is no need to worry about the crops grown within the coverage of the magic circle being contaminated.

Not only is it pure natural and pollution-free, but long-term consumption can also bring more benefits and can promote the improvement of extraordinary people's abilities more quickly.

The population of Hamers is still too small, and now there is a ready-made opportunity to grow, so of course he must seize it.

As long as he can "fool" the population in, he will have the confidence to do more things.

After advancing to the Stigma Gold, the number of Golden Light Dao Seeds he could produce reached 1,500. He decided to take them out to strengthen the Silver Dawn.

This time, he will select the members carefully, recruit some high-level extraordinary people, and cultivate the remaining Tao seeds from children.

As the world's spiritual concentration continues to increase, children's growth and development are particularly rapid, with one year equivalent to two or three years in the past.

It would only take three to five years for him to have an army of extraordinary people that are completely under his control.

"I will convey your invitation to the Archbishop," Hamiti bowed slightly. He did not expect the other party to show kindness to them.

When Bishop Vasek advances to the fifth level, he will inevitably have to share the other party's power. I wonder if the other party is aware of this.

Perhaps this is the confidence of a sixth-level transcendent. He feels that he can definitely control the situation, he thought with a smile.

After they talked for a while, Hamidi looked a little tired and couldn't help yawning.

He was extremely nervous these days and hadn't slept for several days.

Now that I was relaxed, sleepiness surged up like the rising tide.

Clown noticed this and said, "I'll ask the butler to arrange a guest room for you. Go and rest first."

Hamidi nodded apologetically: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm really exhausted these days."

Crown nodded and shouted to the outside, "Lord, come in and take the bishop down to rest."

The butler walked out of the study and directed Hamidi to leave.

"It's not like you to actively invite them to Hammers City."

Flanders said that based on his understanding of Crown, he was the kind of person who was too lazy to worry.

If people from Tristram come here, we will have to worry a lot.

“As I just said, I want to build a city of holy light, which requires a large population.

I can’t wait for the population of the duchy to grow on its own. It will take too long.”

The changes in the city of Bly made Crown's heart, which had been slightly relaxed, tense up again. The revolution had not yet succeeded, and he still needed to work hard.

After a while, he planned to secretly find an opportunity to go to Bligh City to fight with the monster leader and measure his true strength.

Flanders shook his head slightly and said sincerely, “I think that the influx of organized foreign population is not good for the stability of the dukedom.

To be frank, even if Vasek had no intention of fighting for power, his subordinates would push him to that step.

Although you are a sixth-level transcendent, managing a city requires more than just having a big fist."

Klauen stretched out his left and right hands, exerting a little force to reveal the Stigmata of the Sun: "What if the fist is bigger?"

The pressure from the gods was fleeting, and Flanders fell off the chair with a thump.

(End of this chapter)