The news of Saint Leon's martyrdom, the massacre of more than a hundred cultural elites, and Wu Lai becoming the successor of the high priest spread at the speed of a hurricane...

Qi Yuan Duncan frowned fiercely. It was not that he did not know that Wu Lai was still alive, he even knew the approximate location of Wu Lai. However, he had always believed that even if Wu Lai was not used by him, he would not pose any threat. After all, Wu Lai had neither surrendered to his enemies nor shown any ambition.

But now Wu Lai has become the high priest - according to the rules of the temple, Saint Lean has the right to appoint a successor in extraordinary times, and this successor will have two years to prove that he is competent. In other words, even if Wu Lai cannot do this job or wants to throw it to someone else, that will be two years later. During this two-year "probation period", he is the high priest.

"Saint Leon, you are too cruel! You are going to die, and you are still using this trick!" Qi Yuan became more and more angry as he thought about it. He waved his hand and swept the objects on the table into pieces. Before withdrawing to Lunvington, he had met with Saint Leon in private. Not only did he tell Saint Leon all his plans, but he also invited Saint Leon to move to Lunvington. However, Qi Yuan did not do this out of kindness, but because he knew that if the temple followed him to Lunvington, Lunvington would become the orthodox Assyrian state, and his actions would change from abandoning and self-sealing to strategic transfer. In this way, not only would he gain benefits, but once he controlled the temple and Saint Leon, who in Assyria would dare to say a word?

But Saint Lean refused him without saying a word. Not only that, he also stood up and walked away immediately. Before leaving, he gave him a teasing look.

Now, it was this Saint Leon who gave the highest appeal of the Assyrians to Wuleglindo, the guy who hid on the sea with a group of followers of varying quality.

"Go, find Nils." Qi Yuan shouted to the guards. He believed that since Saint Lean dared to publicly announce that Wu Lai was his successor, then he must have a way to make him the successor. Otherwise, the Knights Templar and the Palace Guard would not have been wiped out in the first place. Although some died, some surrendered, but according to the intelligence held by the Duncan family, these people accounted for less than 40% of the military strength of the temple.

Now, Qi Yuan can only place his hope on Nils. He was able to convince Wu Lai to secretly join him in the past, so maybe he can succeed this time too.

"Hmph, he has to feed so many people, he must be short of money and food. Perhaps, I can make a breakthrough from here..." Qi Yuan muttered to himself as he paced.

…

In a meeting room in the Xiuman mansion in Kayikede City, the Xiuman army was discussing defense deployment. Before Yiner finished speaking, a figure flashed at the door and Eddie ran in angrily: "I told you! Wuleglindo will not die!"

Everyone in the conference room turned their eyes to Eddie.

Yin Er frowned: "Eddie, we are in a meeting. Also, where did you get the news?"

"Holding a meeting? Humph, I said Wu Lai would not die, but you didn't believe me and insisted on marrying me to Baru, a loser." Eddie gritted his teeth and pointed at a young man in the meeting seat. "Now, Wu Lai is not only safe and sound, but also the successor of the High Priest Saint Lean. This is not what I said, but what the spy who came back from Assyria said. Now, he is waiting outside the door, you can ask him. I just have a small question. From now on, how should you befriend Wu Lai Grindo?"

"Bang!" Baru slapped the table hard, stood up and stretched out his arm to Eddie: "Eddie, don't forget your identity. Now, you are my wife. It is your duty and responsibility to protect my face. Besides, what if that Wu Lai became the successor of Saint Lean? Is the current temple still the original temple?"

"Ignorance!" Eddie glanced at Baru with disdain, "With Wu Lai's temple, you don't even have the qualifications to look up to it."

…

When Helen opened the memorial of Night Blade Dance, more than 3,000 soldiers suddenly appeared on the hillside outside Polang Town. The two leading them were Sarethobia, who had been promoted to the rank of Golden Knight by Saint Lean before leaving Assyria to hide, and Perseus Churchill, the only remaining veteran Golden Knight in the temple besides Sareth.

Half a month ago, they learned the news of Saint Leon's death and also knew Saint Leon's last words - this was a guide for them. They were ordered to leave and hide separately, waiting for this day.

When Polang Town was in sight, Sarres was extremely excited. He had always regarded Wu Lai as his idol because Wu Lai was brave, decisive, and had extraordinary martial arts and wisdom. He even guessed this result early on because the High Priest Saint Lean had already begun to arrange it step by step - letting Mikoyan and others escort the classics to follow Wu Lai, and letting Wright lead some of his direct descendants to follow Wu Lai...

This result was doomed from the beginning.

"There is a contact point for Greendo Island in Polang Town." Sales said to Poseidon with a smile.

Poseidon, who was over fifty and had a head full of white hair, nodded and laughed: "Sares, I have aged very quickly in the past few months. After I go to the island to pay my respects to the new high priest, I will suggest to him that from now on, the Palace Guard and the Knights will all be commanded by you. As for me, I will stay with Priest Mikoyan and the others, read the divine scriptures, and spend my old age in peace."

"Knight Poseidon is in his prime, why do you say that?" Sareth said in surprise.

"Don't worry about it. Just do your job well. You and the new high priest are old friends. He is also a wise and brave man. If you follow him, you will definitely gain supreme glory and splendor. I really want to rest." Poseidon laughed and pointed to the intersection ahead. "Look, someone is coming."

…

During the court meeting, Helen asked the attendant to read out Night Blade Dance's memorial to all the civil and military officials, and then asked, "What do you think of this matter?"

A civil servant was the first to speak: "Your Majesty, I think that letting a non-clergyman succeed the high priest can prove that General Ye Jianwu has successfully implemented the emperor's plan in Assyria and Annan. The Assyrians have reached the end of their rope and are only one step away from the collapse of their faith."

Helen frowned, then nodded, and glanced at the civil and military officials: "Any other opinions?"

Jia Chi hesitated for a moment, stepped out and saluted: "Your Majesty, I have it."

"Second-class merit Jia Chi, if you have any opinions, feel free to speak out." Helen said.

"I obey your order." Jia Chi stood up and said, "I think that Wulagindo is incomparable to ordinary people. According to my understanding, this person is capable of governing the people and leading the army. He is extremely wise and has extraordinary bearing. Moreover, although the Assyrian territory has fallen apart, there are still a large number of areas that are not under the control of our Tianjuan. After this person takes over, he may cause great trouble to our Tianjuan. Therefore, it is best to take precautions early."

"Jia Chi is so rude! How can you praise the enemy like this? You are just trying to justify our defeat when we attacked the Kayikede Gap defense zone." Someone in the civil service class shouted in a low voice.

Jia Chi glanced back and smiled coldly: "Ounitu, you still remember my defeat back then? Humph, back then, not only did I lose, even Liehuo died at the hands of Wuleglindo. Ounitu, if you had the ability, why didn't you go into battle back then?" He and Ounitu both came over from Hulit, and the two had always been at odds, and their relationship had never improved even under Helen's rule.

"Stop making noise." Helen waved her hand impatiently, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that the officials had quieted down, Helen sighed silently and said, "I know this Wulagrindo. He is indeed as the Second-Class Merit Jiachi said, he is extremely wise and magnanimous. If he succeeds the High Priest, he will certainly take advantage of this to start a confrontation. Therefore, I plan to send another 150,000 troops to first conquer Titania and Kayikede. After conquering Titania, we will destroy it. In the Kayikede area, even if we can wipe out all these 150,000 troops, we must first annihilate the Xiuman army. Once these two places are conquered, the only large Assyrian territory left is Lunvington, which is the territory of the Duncan family. No matter how powerful Wulagrindo is, he will not be able to gain power there."

Ounitu was startled and immediately came out to ask for greetings.

"First-class Marquis Ounitu, do you have any different opinions?" Helen frowned.

"Your Majesty, I dare not. I just think that a mere Wuleglindo is not worth our army's efforts. It is better to follow the previous plan, use both soft and hard tactics, and take it step by step..." Although Ounitu said he dared not, he was actually expressing a different opinion.

"Shut up." Helen frowned again. Ounito's repeated belittling of Wu Lai actually made her feel a little disgusted. "I know what's going on."

After Ounitu left in embarrassment, Helen sighed and thought to herself, why am I so impetuous today?

After thinking about it, Helen glanced at the officials and said, "I guess that many of you share the same idea as Onitu. I also know that taking it slow will cost much less than a large-scale attack, and the pressure of defending the territory will also be less. But I have made up my mind, so I won't say anything else. I will only tell you one thing. My Tianjuan's powerful offensive weapon, the chariot train, was invented by Wu Lai."

A look of surprise suddenly flashed across the eyes of all the civil and military officials...

…

Sareth and Poseidon left all the palace guards in Polang Town and only brought four followers to the island.

More than two days later, the two men, who were vomiting all over the place and in a miserable state, finally saw the towering entrance to Grindo Island.

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Dragging their tired bodies and full of novelty and curiosity, Sales and Pose took the harbor guard's carriage into the West Point Military Academy, and waited in a small conference room for a long time before they saw Wu Lai pushing the door and walking in with a smile.

"What a rare guest!" Wu Lai happily hugged Sarres, shook hands with Perse, and then sat down and joked, "I thought no one knew I was hiding on this island, but I didn't expect... Alas, everyone is right when they find me."

Sarres was startled and asked, "Has anyone else come recently?"

"No, I just said it casually, just teasing you." Wu Lai laughed and said.

After Sareth and Pose looked at each other, they smiled and said, "Lord Wu Lai is still as funny and humorous as ever."

After hesitating for a moment, Poseidon spoke directly: "Respected Lord Wulai, the High Priest Saint Lean has been killed."

"Killed? When did it happen?" Wu Lai's brows suddenly frowned. The news about Assyria City had not yet been reported back to the island, so he didn't know about Saint Leon. He was just very surprised because he had already arranged for the second platoon of the first special company to lurk in Assyria City to protect Saint Leon, and he also specifically explained many details. But now it seems that the soldiers of the second platoon have not completed the mission.

After Poseidon recounted the entire process, he waved his hand and the four followers standing nearby immediately took off their bags, placed them on the conference table and opened the bags, revealing a golden box each, all of the same size, with intricate patterns, and a seal on the lock, which was stamped with Saint Leon's wax seal - as soon as these four boxes appeared, the atmosphere on the scene became solemn.

"What is this?" Wu Lai frowned.

"Respected Lord Wulai, before His Excellency the High Priest Saint Lean died, he announced publicly that you would succeed him as the High Priest of the Assyrian Temple." After saying this, Pose stood up, straightened his clothes, bowed solemnly, pointed to the four boxes, and explained, "In these four boxes, there is a holy crown, a holy garment, a seal of the High Priest, and a divine book written by the first generation of the High Priest himself. Respected Lord Wulai... No, it should be Respected High Priest Saint Wulai. From this moment on, the Assyrian Temple will be led by you."

At the side, Sareth also stood up and saluted solemnly like Poseidon. The four followers immediately lined up, knelt on one knee, and greeted loudly: "Greetings to the High Priest Saint Wulai."

Wu Lai was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "Get up first, I'm a little confused by you guys..."

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After nightfall, on the grass in front of the temple on Grindel Island, Woolley sat on the ground, leaning against a large rock, looking up at the double moons in the sky.

Poseidon, Sarres, Mikoyan and other high-level clergymen sat around him. No one talked about anything. Everyone was quietly waiting for Wu Lai to speak.

Unlike the others who looked somewhat solemn, Mikoyan's face was full of comfort and joy, and his heart was as warm as a hot spring. Think about it, who is Wu Lai now? The high priest of the Assyrian Temple, with Wu Lai's friendship with him, it would only take a word for him to be the red priest.

"Alas..." Wu Lai broke the silence with a long sigh.

Mikoyan was startled, and quickly stopped smiling, and asked with concern: "Respected High Priest Saint Wulai, why are you sighing?"

Wu Lai retracted his gaze and glanced at everyone around him: "I am admiring the good methods of the great priest Saint Lean." This is really not a joke. Although Wu Lai has never dared to underestimate Saint Lean, this time he still feels that he has underestimated Saint Lean's wisdom. Since the "peace and war dispute" in Assyria, every decision made by Saint Lean has its deep meaning. Without saying too much, just pick two important ones to see it -

Firstly, he was unwilling to leave Assyria because, on the one hand, he could preserve his own reputation and the honor of the Gerard family; secondly, he knew that no matter where he went, he would not have a chance to turn the situation around and might even become a pawn of others; thirdly, although staying in Assyria would mean a death sentence, it was also an opportunity to use his privileges to designate Woolley as his successor.

But he didn't need to worry about the Gerard family not being able to continue, because he had arranged for Wright and some of his direct descendants to follow Wu Lai, which was a win-win situation.

Secondly, Saint Lean chose to publicly announce that his successor was Wulai when he died bravely. While confirming Wulai's identity, he was also declaring and reminding that the Assyrian Temple would raise the banner of resistance against invasion under the leadership of the next head of the family.

This is actually to build momentum for the Assyrian Temple and Wulai, the successor, so that the Assyrian Temple and Wulai will become the leaders of the Assyrian territory. The Senate was disbanded, the chief ran to Long Wenton to "occupy the mountain as king", the Supreme Council was also disbanded, and the members under his command were either in favor of war or peace. In the chaos, the leaders of the war and peace factions died, but the Assyrian Temple is still there! Not only is it there! It also firmly remembers its responsibilities and obligations! Saint Leon is willing to die generously because he not only has a firm belief and a sense of responsibility for the Assyrian territory, but also because he knows that only Wulai is the only one who can turn the tide...

"I will not disappoint the expectations of High Priest Saint Lean." Wu Lai looked up at the twin moons again, as if he was talking to the people around him, or as if he was confiding in the moon sky, "This old man is so cruel and ruthless. I am embarrassed to disappoint him."