Chapter 887 Omen

The solemn and majestic bells reverberated in the sanctuary, and there was a deep resonance in the Cathedral of the God of War under the steel dome. Matilda got up from the bench and said to the old Pope in front of her: "The bells are ringing, I should Back at Obsidian Palace. If you are still interested in my Cecil experience, I can tell you more next time I come."

"I'm looking forward to it," Malm Dunit had a peaceful and loving smile on his face. This gentle temperament made him hardly look like a battle priest who served the god of war and charged on the battlefield. Only his burly and sturdy The sharpness of his body and eyes is still silently proving that the old man still has strength, proving his authority over the church, "Bring my greetings to Rosetta - he has not been here for a long time. I've passed the God of War Cathedral."

Matilda lowered her head slightly: "...I will."

No matter how the Augustus family kept a respectful distance from the gods and the church, regular contact with church representatives and footsteps in the church were ultimately the responsibility of the royal family. This kind of thing should be done for the nobles and the public below.

With accompanying attendants and guards, Matilda left the magnificent palace.

From the inner sanctuary to the exit, there is a long corridor.

The Ares sect uses "iron" as the sacred metal. Black steel frames and classical iron sculptures adorn the corridors leading to the exterior of the sanctuary. The place is illuminated by countless candles in the niches. Between the columns, and between the narrow windows, scripture cloths depicting various scenes of war or sacred proverbs hang from the roof and adorn the walls on both sides.

Matilda was walking down this long corridor, and the flickering candles in the alcove seemed to flicker in her sight. The figure with black eyes, dignified and soft appearance, and wearing a maid's long skirt naturally came to her side in the next second.

This figure was one of several maids who followed behind Matilda, but until she stood up, no one noticed her existence, and even when she came to the princess, no one could see how she crossed Taking the positions of the other maids and attendants, she quietly appeared beside Matilda.

"Ms. Diana," Matilda whispered to the dark-haired maid who came to her side, "do you feel... a strange... vibe in the Cathedral today?"

"I didn't feel it, Your Highness," the black-haired maid kept the same speed as Matilda and replied in a low voice as she walked forward, "Did you notice anything?"

"...No, it's probably because I haven't been here for a long time. The relatively heavy decoration style here makes me a little uncomfortable," Matilda shook her head, and then changed the subject, "It seems that Pope Malm also Noting the recent changes in Aldernan,

Fresh air is blowing into the cathedral. "

Diana's tone was soft: "Although His Majesty Malm does not pay attention to the world, he has never been a conservative and stubborn person. When new things appear in his sight, he is also willing to understand."

As a "maid", she was still quite indifferent when talking about the Pope.

Matilda nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Diana's judgment, then she quickened her pace a little, and led her entourage through the long corridor quickly.

The candles in the alcoves are lit, and there is no wind in the corridors, yet all the candles are swaying gently in different directions, as if the invisible wind is circling in a dimension beyond human perception, disturbing the silence of this sanctuary .

...

Malm Dunit completed another brief prayer. He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and took the herbal wine offered by the attendant, and took a small sip with restraint.

The spicy, sweet and bitter taste of the herbal wine escaped from his throat, stimulating the old man's spirit. He quietly waited for the feeling of boosting vitality to ferment in his body, and at the same time asked casually: "The Princess and her party have left. ?"

An aide wearing a dark black priest's robe bowed and stood beside the Pope, and reported respectfully: "They have left the Cathedral, Your Majesty."

"Well," Malm nodded, "then let's continue discussing the ritual later."

"Your Majesty, do you..." The deacon glanced at the old Pope with some worry, and said hesitantly, "Do you need a break today? You have had a lot of receptions today, and your energy is easily depleted at this time."

"I'm not that fragile yet," Malm shook his head, "and there is no escaping the test that the Lord sends, especially around the annual festival."

As he spoke, the old Pope crossed an X symbol on his chest and whispered the name of the God of War.

In the great sanctuary, there is a power that mortals cannot detect, and some kind of sacred and vast but indescribable and incomprehensible "breath" lingers in this sanctuary. Malm can vaguely perceive the fuzzy ripples that it has raised. Knowing that this is the power of the gods is rising and falling between the world and the kingdom of God.

The God of War is a god who is very "close" to humans, even closer to humans than the Holy Light, which has always been in the name of gentleness and justice. This may be because humans are inherently a race keen on war, or because the god of war is more concerned with the mortal world than other gods, in any case, the impact of this "closeness" is far-reaching.

It brings more powerful and easy-to-obtain divine arts to the gods of war, and it also makes it easier for the power of the gods to have some kind of "interpenetration" with the world, and this "infiltration" that occurs at the boundary of the real world has periodic ups and downs ——Now, a new round of infiltration is approaching, and in this great sanctuary closest to the will of the gods, certain signs have begun to appear.

This is a normal state for senior Ares priests, and it is a normal natural phenomenon.

It's just that this year's penetration...seems to be stronger than in previous years.

"Your Majesty," the deacon's voice came from the side, interrupting the Pope's thoughts, "Recently, more and more clergymen are hearing noises during prayers, and this kind of noise is heard in or near the Cathedral. The situation is particularly serious.”

"The Lord is approaching this world periodically," Malm said in a deep voice, "The human mind cannot fully understand the words of the gods, so the knowledge beyond our thinking turns into an abnormal noise like noise. This is a normal thing. ——Let the priests remain pious and keep their body and mind in sync with the teachings of the gods, which allows us to understand the will of the gods more effectively, and the situation of 'noise' will be reduced a lot."

The deacon bowed his head deeply and replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then the deacon was quiet for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, the 'resonance' seems to be extremely strong this time. Is this a precursor to the will of the gods?"

Malm glanced at the deacon, lowered his eyelids, and put his hands in front of him: "Don't speculate on the Lord's will, just respectfully fulfill our responsibilities as priests."

The deacon accepted the teaching, and immediately lowered his eyelids, crossed his hands in front of him, and recited prayers dedicated to the gods in a low voice. His voice was low and steady, and the sacred words flowed between his lips and tongue, but Pope Malm frowned suddenly - he suddenly heard a few strange mumbles between the words of the deacon, which seemed to be mixed in with human voices There was a strange echo, as if the heterogeneous throat was uttering a whisper that human beings could not utter. However, the noise lasted for a very short time, and the short prayer of the deacon was over in the next second, and the devout priest opened his eyes. It was peaceful and clear, and there was nothing unusual about it.

He seemed to have no idea what had just happened.

Malm Dunit withdrew his gaze towards the deacon, and calmed down the extraordinary power that had just been mobilized in his body. He said calmly, "Gather the bishops, and let's discuss the festival."

...

The Guardian's Shield lay quietly on the table, the ancient Cecil emblem solidified into a rusty patch on the shield, Gawain's fingers slowly brushed across the weathered and corroded metal surface, but the sound of amber was heard. From beside him came: "By the way, if you have nothing to do these days, you will stare at this shield in a daze - do you remember what happened back then? Deep in your memories? Can't help feeling life? But it's a sign of old age..."

Gawain looked back at the shame of the empire who was openly skipping work next to him: "Do you run around during working hours just to come to me for a beating?"

Amber immediately waved: "I'm not running around - I'm here to report to you."

Gawain put aside his attention to the guardian shield for a while, and frowned slightly to look at the half-elf in front of him: "What's the matter?"

Amber took a step forward and took out some folded documents from his arms and placed them on the high-level desk: "I've sorted them all."

Gao Wen opened the papers with the imprint of the internal security department, his eyes swept across the printed words, and after seeing the content on it, he raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So, we The specter of Aldernan is popular among the bourgeoisie of Aldernan?"

"After solving the initial promotion problems, this novelty effortlessly captured the appetite of the public - even the simple plot can keep the audience intoxicated, and the Magic Theater itself caters to Alder. The psychology of southern citizens," Amber said casually, "it's not expensive, but it does require a little extra money, and decent citizens need to prove that they have the ability to 'enjoy life' in this cheap and trendy entertainment investment. Yu Li, and at the same time, the Magic Movie Theater is also a 'theater', which makes it a 'symbol' for the common people of Typhon to show their improved life style.

"Of course, these reasons are secondary, the main attraction of the ghost drama is that it is 'fun' enough - on this invisible battlefield, 'fun' is definitely the most powerful weapon I have ever seen ."

Gawain listened to Amber's straightforward analysis, and couldn't help but glance at the half-elf with a smile—in the past two years, her growth has become more and more obvious.

"This is a good thing, our first stage is succeeding," Gawain nodded with a smile, and put the documents on the table, "After that, what we have to do will be much simpler and clearer.

"A large number of new ghost dramas are produced quickly and in mass production. The production does not have to be excellent, but it must be interesting enough, which can attract more Typhon people's attention; it is not necessary to directly promote Cecil directly to prevent Orr from attracting attention. The vigilance and resistance of Duran, but the advanced impression of Cecil must be strengthened frequently in the ghost drama...

"Increase investment in overseas newspapers and magazines, recruit some local people, and create some 'academic authorities' - they don't have to be real authorities, but as long as enough newspapers and magazines declare them to be authorities, there will naturally be enough mentions Feng people believe this..."

Gawain talked about his ideas one by one, and the plan he used to disintegrate the cohesive consciousness of the Typhon people and shake the foundation of Typhon society, while Amber listened carefully in front of him. I couldn't help sighing: "Seriously, I think this is something more terrifying than killing on the battlefield..."

Gao Wen glanced at her: "Why do you think so?"

"Killing on the battlefield will only bring down soldiers, but the weapons you're building will bring down an entire nation," Amber pouted, "and the latter won't even realize it until he's down."

After two seconds of silence, Gao Wencai said, "You never thought of such a profound thing before."

"I didn't get into such far-reaching things before," Amber shrugged, "If I become cunning and treacherous, it must be brought out by you."

Gawain listened to Amber's carefree teasing, but he didn't get angry at all. He just thoughtfully remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed in a self-deprecating manner.

"Sometimes I also feel that my methods are quite inauthentic, but we are facing a Typhon who wants to take a bite at any time... I am really a little bit afraid of such an old-fashioned empire with bad intentions, so I can only keep on Increase the dose of 'poison'," he said, shaking his head and skipping the subject, "Stop talking about that, I'm going to try something next, and I need your watch."

Amber suddenly smiled: "Hey, I'm good at this, and it's protecting... Wait, isn't the spiritual network of the eternal sleeper now nationalized, so I don't have to take the risk to sneak in?"

Knowing that the other party had misunderstood his meaning, Gawain couldn't help but waved his hand with a smile, and then tapped the Guardian's Shield on the table with his fingers: "It's not to sneak into the Internet - I'm going to try to interact with this shield" exchange, exchange'."

Hearing this, Amber suddenly looked at Gawain with a strange look: "...you want to communicate with a shield? Hey, I think there's something wrong with you staring at this shield every day recently, and you keep saying it's fine. Are you recalling too much of the past recently, leading to..."

Gawain glanced at Amber quietly, and tapped the shield on the table again: "I don't mind slapping you against the wall with this."

Amber immediately shrank his neck and glanced at the shield with the legendary prestige - it was obviously much wider than the Sword of the Trailblazers. If you pat yourself on the wall, it will be embedded very evenly. I can't brush it off...

"Aren't I just kidding," she said, shaking her neck, "don't be so cruel all the time..."

Gawain ignored the whispering BB behind the shame of the empire in front of him, and refocused his attention on the shield of the guardian in front of him.

After a few days of hesitation and weighing, he finally decided...to try to get in touch with the "starry sky heritage" in front of him according to the method of contacting the eternal slate.

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