Vol 4 Chapter 164: The final battle (3)

January 13.
Eight days have passed since the awakening of Murphys, and the atmosphere of Sicelin City at this time has begun to change slightly with the orders of the Grand Duke.
In the temple of the goddess Mar, the believers in plain robes bowed here and prayed to the statue of the goddess Mar-those customs and prayers that were forgotten thousands of years ago were reproduced by Andalil. The persecution and the suffocation of the Holy See made similar religions disappear. Now, after the complete annihilation of the sacred Gabriel, the same sect that hides in the distance and lingers in the distance finally sees the sky and begins to flourish on the mainland.
Not to mention other denominations, the two largest religious shrines in the city of Sisselin, one is the monastery and church where Archbishop Jeanne is located, and is the same as the Byzantine Patriarch. The other is the "Martial" temple where the Andalil high priest is located.
The stone temple is always lingering with a fresh and unpretentious breath. Being in it seems to be in the forest, and it seems that you can smell the leaves and mud in your breath. When the temple was built, the high priest Andalil The permanent "glow of life" that was cast became a miracle of the goddess that enveloped countless civilians. As a result, the Martian believers exceeded ten thousand in a few months.
This halo spell was released on the huge statue of the goddess in the main hall of the temple, so that everyone within a radius of 30 meters can feel the magnificent "natural power" of the goddess, even more magical. When many civilians suffering from hidden illnesses and serious illnesses are approaching the statue, their physical pain will be greatly relieved. This has made many people struggling to return from the edge of life and death become firm believers, and from this spread of dozens and dozens.
At this time, the master of the temple was Andariel the high priest.
Andariel’s daily work is actually not much-especially in this winter when civilians have little outings, all she has to do is to visit the temple, and then research the teachings with the priests who have just formed the basic leadership structure. Well, it can be said to be idle and tight... But in the past two days, she has been busy like a hard-working bee, rushing between the temple and Arantis all day.
"This guy...don't even want to say an extra word..."
Recalling the serious and unusual face of Murphys these days, Andalil, whose figure is already somewhat hidden from some big girls, understands that he is busy with the next battle, but he can't help but defamation.
The moment she woke up from Murphys, she understood what she really wanted-not the false name of the high priest or the revival of "Marxism", but just... simply staying beside Murphys.
I remember that day was the first time I voluntarily rushed into his arms. Although there was Joan's courage at the same time, it was a big step in her heart. At the subsequent dinner, Andalil was not drunk, but she had to pretend to be a drinker, just to breathe the breath of Murphys for even a second...
But then everything started to change, batches of important people came from all over the mainland, the conference hall of the night watchman's headquarters was always brightly lit, Andalier sometimes stood outside the hall, quietly looking at the crowd and others Murphy, who discussed countermeasures, only thought of what he could do for him, instead of seeing him resist all crises alone.
Now that she finally has the opportunity to help Murphy, she can report on several tasks. Apart from a few sentences formulated, Murphy has not spoken any other words-this is the first time to experience the taste of love. Little Lolita suffers a bit from gains and losses, and now even a little restless.
"Master High Priest...High Priest?"
The words of inquiry passed into Andalil's ears, making her recover from the stunned state, and her eyes turned to the person in front of her who spoke to her. Andalil remembered that she still had a task.
"Is the person here already?"
"It's all here, Master High Priest."
The priest in the black robe reverently answered the words, and then took a slight step to the side, allowing thirty or forty followers into Andalil's vision.
Andalil, in a white high priest's robe, didn't say much nonsense. He recited the prayer directly. As the light flashed, a halo bloomed at her fingertips. Seeing the miracle, immediately meditating on the name of the goddess Marr kneeling on the ground...
As the halo spread, more than a dozen of the believers in the house were covered with a faint white light. Andalier nodded with satisfaction, removed the halo between his waves, and waved to the priest next to him. , Then let these believers get up, and after a simple prayer, let them go to another house to wait.
In the process, the priest screened out the believers who had just been covered by light and directed them to another location.
Such scenes continue to be staged, and this is Andalil’s
task—to pick out the
electors
among believers, and teach them a few simple divine works as quickly as possible.
Similar scenes are constantly being staged in the territory, there are warrior-type "celestial choosers" selected by Heysel, as well as wizard-type "celestial choosers" selected by mages such as Sunderland...
"Creed" is constantly recruiting the "celestial candidates" who have been recorded in the army by various means-before Lampard's conscription process, he only held "as much as possible" to the "celestial candidates" Attitude, but now, Lampard's conscription has adopted a nearly "forced" model.
Xu Yizhong even promised to give preferential treatment to all his family members. The Principality of Lampard has reached the point of absorbing the "electors" at almost any cost. This behavior and decision were proposed by Hegel and others at the first time. Because in their view, the entire territory’s finances would be in serious deficit for this, but they were subsequently persuaded by Murphy...
It’s not just Lampard. Byzantium also started a similar operation-because of its vast territory and dense urban population, it collected more than 10,000 in the "Eagle" of the Duke of Azshara in conjunction with the "creed" in just a few days. Named "The Chosen One", the decision made by Edward III was quite difficult. Although he knew that Murphy would not deceive him, the behavior of "grinding the gun" was really beyond everyone's understanding. But in the end, Edward III chose to believe in Murphy's explanation, and allocated a large number of gold coins and grain to maintain the operation of the plan.
This series of actions let the countries that have just stabilized on the mainland know that they have inevitably caused some suspicion and action-just without waiting for them to react so much, a series of events has caused almost all countries on this continent to fall into again. Readiness status.
...
In the evening of January 14, the Fort Worth Empire.
The sunset had fallen into the mountains, and the Pittsburgh covered with clouds was like a cold reef on the snowy ground. The fortress that used to resist the attack of the jihadists now no longer has the previously guarded look. The ignition light flashed around the fort, and it seemed that some caravans were about to rush into the fort before dark. There were also squads conducting routine inspections, and the team was loose and tight.
"Damn... this kind of ghost weather is so cold, go to the Hawke Bar for a drink tonight, and no one is absent!"
The captain of the scout team shook his frozen wrist in the cold wind. The crotch's horse was shaking slightly in the cold wind. Obviously, it was not a good job to inspect in this cold weather.
The five young scouts behind him should be louder, so the team's speed has increased slightly, but the formation of the two columns should have been completely disrupted. The captain didn't care about this. All he thought about was how to return quickly. Pittsburgh, fill a few glasses of warm ale in front of the warm fireplace...
The war is long over, and there will be no enemies here.
"Captain, have you heard anything?"
In the roaring wind, communication can only rely on roaring. The captain in the front row did not understand what the boy behind him said, turned his head, and shouted behind him: "What are you talking about?!"
"I mean-it sounds weird!"
"What position?!"
The captain of the scout in the cold wind was a little sour in the wind, and he slowly let the horse's speed slow down, and asked while looking around with caution.
"It seems... above?"
The team members' answers made them involuntarily turn their gaze to the top of their heads, but the starry sky full of stars, as always, several people looked up for a long time, and did not see any vision...
"Are you kid, silly by the wind?"
The captain laughed and scolded the reins, preparing to speed up the last part of the journey, but never thought that he had just turned back. The scene in front of him made him almost bite his tongue...
Outside Pittsburgh, which was ignited in the darkness in the distance, a flood-like black wave was roaring under the city walls, and when I looked at it, it was an impression that I should have died in the aura of purification. Purgatory beast!
A beast tide of perhaps more than one hundred thousand rushed along the walls of Pittsburgh. The sound of hissing sound didn't seem to pass to the scouts until then, making them instantly scared.
The horse was also disturbed by this and stopped anxiously. Several scouts with open mouths froze for three seconds before they remembered to run away-they all understand...Pittsburgh must have closed the door now, so rushing The past is the same as finding death!
A few scouts who had just been very relaxed and started to twitch the reins in the opposite direction without saying anything, and the captain looked blankly behind him, and the beast tide that failed to hit the wall in the distance and began to disperse into the darkness was gradually Retreat, but this scene really makes his heart difficult to accept...
"How did they... come back?"
Thousands of kilometers above, Scarlett looked down silently, her fingertips gleaming faintly.
...
"How can this be?!"
Questions like this kind of horror began to spread rapidly across the continent at the end of the night-initially Fort Pittsburgh, and then found outside the fortresses of Gilman, Caslandi, and Byzantium The traces of the beast tide, although those purgatory beasts did not dare to attack the city like a startled bird, but for a time, the entire continent was once again in a state of self-defense.
The gates of the city were closed, every fortress and city re-issued orders to prepare for war, and a letter began to travel between several countries that are currently most capable of launching counterattacks. The alliances of various countries that began to loosen after the end of the war are once again closely connected. The troops in various regions began to reunite, the number of soldiers patrolling the city walls increased several times, and military supplies and food began to hoard again...
But the monarchs of these countries will never think that the cause of all these panic is not the "return" of the purgatory lord, but it is the Grand Duke Murphy who is sitting in Lampard and looking at the sand table!
"Possor Officer, the effect you want has been achieved, but it is difficult to condense the strength of the entire continent for a battle..."
Scarlett stood behind Murphys, her eyes slightly moved away and she could clearly see the signs of the grand duke on the sand table. Obviously, the current situation of the entire continent is clear from the "creed" intelligence network, but Murphy, who has deceived almost all kingdom monarchs, frowned at this time, and after a moment of thinking, he replied: "Use the strength of the entire continent to fight purgatory I haven’t said this idea, it’s just Hegel’s proposal."
"There are more than three million available troops across the continent, which sounds a lot, but sometimes... too many troops, but it is a hassle. Once the melee is started, the words "coordinated scheduling" are confusing for a confusion of beliefs and commanders. The military of different nationalities is totally fantasy. Now I let them hide in the city now. Everyone is in danger. You only see one of my intentions..."
Murphy took a step back and looked at the huge sand table at the moment with an overview, asking: "But you didn't see my other intentions. Come and watch this sand table...if you are those purgatory lords , Will choose where to open the portal?"
Scarlett stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment, it seemed that she had thought about it, but when she walked to the sand table, what she wanted to say, her original confident expression gradually changed.
This extremely powerful consul suddenly found that... he had no choice at all-there were many cities and fortresses all over the large sand table in front of him, and he looked at the densely packed ~EbookFREE.me~ to say "flawed" or suitable for purgatory attack The location is basically anywhere with her finger... She tried to weigh the pros and cons in her mind to find the top three locations where purgatory is most likely to attack, but found that there was no suitable location.
Because the site represented by the sand table in front of me... is too big.
"You see it too? In fact, when looking at the whole plane, things to consider...after all, it's different."
Murphy was distressed by this before, with different patterns and different perspectives on things. Once he was a teenager who was struggling to escape, but now he was thinking about the problem of "planes", "The enemy wants to attack can't be stopped, so I can only keep humans always vigilant. There are cities and pre-war preparations. If I can’t stop those guys from invading in the end, the human plane...somehow can support a period of time..."
"As long as there is enough time, I have the confidence to really change their planned trajectory."
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