Chapter 442 The Smile of God

Walking down the stone steps of the underground sinkhole step by step, Teflon felt an inexplicable chill.

At the bottom of this quiet and profound church lies the most core secret of the church - the Hermes Organ.

It was his first time setting foot here.

"His Majesty Mayne really asked me to come here to see him?" According to convention, only the archbishop who is regarded as the successor of the Pope is eligible to enter the Privy Secretariat, and he is too old to take over again. Mayne location.

"You have served the church for so many years and have worked together. Your Majesty has great trust in you," Isabella said with a smile. "And the past rules are not suitable for the upcoming war. God's will should not be buried underneath. It needs to be revealed to all lost believers and lead us together to meet the ultimate challenge."

"Is this...your Majesty's intention?"

"That's right." She said softly.

After entering the institution, two Judgment Army came forward, "Your Majesty Bishop, Your Majesty is presiding over the magic stone test. If you carry the Stone of God's Punishment, please leave it to me for temporary care - it may affect the The workings of magic.”

Teflon nodded and handed a necklace of sacred stones to the other party.

"Your Majesty is right here, please come with me."

Isabella turned into a long passage and pushed open the iron door at the end. With a harsh creaking sound, Teflon saw another masked pure person. She was blocked behind the door like a ghost, and her fair skin could be seen dimly under the black gauze that wrapped her whole body. It seemed that except for this gauze, she had no trace on her body. The most eye-catching thing is the witch's eyes. Different from ordinary people's pupils, her eyes are dull silver-gray, and it's like there is a whirlpool spinning inside. If you look at it for a long time, it feels like you will be sucked into it.

Teflon lowered his head subconsciously.

Only then did he notice that the other person was not wearing shoes, but his feet were bare, with each of his well-proportioned toes covered with a little bright red.

The bishop couldn't help but think of the sentence "The taste of a witch cannot be compared to that of ordinary women."

Damn it, are all these witches goblins?

The slender feet quickly moved away, and Isabella's reminder came to her ears, "My lord?"

"Ahem," Teflon gathered his thoughts and walked into the house.

The room was not big, and the rosin torches hanging on the walls were burning vigorously, but he did not smell the familiar sweet fragrance.

Four pure men sat around a stone table, playing with a pile of crystal clear stones. Standing beside the stone table was the current Pope, His Majesty Mayne.

Teflon was about to kneel down and salute, but his arm was already supported by Mayne.

"There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to pay attention to these false etiquette." He smiled, "We are old acquaintances, Lord Tyfulon."

It had only been two months since they last met, and there were already a few wrinkles on Mayne's forehead, and a few silver strands appeared in her hair, but her tone was still as familiar as before, without any airs of condescension.

"You can't do this..." Typhron suddenly felt a warm current surge in his heart, "Even if there are no other believers, the order of the church must be followed."

"And what I'm talking about is order," the Pope smiled disapprovingly, "Let's not talk about it... Is the situation up there okay? Originally, I planned to ask Isabella to convey your news. Since you are here, just follow Let me tell you."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Teflon nodded. After describing the current situation of the church, he talked about the last order mentioned by Isabella, "Now the resources we are preparing are all for the Kingdom of Dawn. It will take a lot of effort to redeploy it. Why did you suddenly decide to attack first?" Graycastle?”

"The main reason why I summoned you is because of this," Mayne sighed. "Greycastle is now in decline. The King's Order and the Kuanghua Pill have had the expected effect, and the Kingdom of Dawn is even more civilized. , their destruction is a matter of time, so there is not much difference between who comes first and who comes last.”

"I think so too, but... Graycastle is still a huge opponent."

"There are two main reasons why I decided to adjust the offensive plan," the Pope said slowly, holding his hands behind his back. "The first point is basically the same as the reason you are worried about: the Kingdom of Graycastle has the largest territory and the most abundant resources, and it is a huge enemy. , also means high returns. If it can be converted into church territory as soon as possible, the benefits will be much greater than occupying Dawn. If there are still ten years left, I will definitely implement the plan set by Lord O'Brien Go down, but we don’t have much time. The appearance of the hell beast means that the red moon may appear much closer than the date mentioned in the holy book. At this time, it is worth taking some risks and paying more sacrifices of."

Teflon nodded slightly. This reason is indeed very good, but the problem is...it is not like Mayne's style. "Then your second reason is..."

"Roland Wimbledon of the Western Region." The Pope said decisively.

"You mean...the fourth prince of Gray Castle?" He couldn't help but be startled.

"Based on the intelligence of the past year, I discovered an incredible thing," Mayne patted the bishop's shoulder. "Whether it was the church's actions against him or the Graycastle Kingdom's actions against him, they all failed without exception. . The initial failure can be traced back to the Duke of the West's attack on his territory. What did Roland have at that time? Just a dilapidated town. Outsiders thought that he defeated the Duke's knights because he surrendered to the devil, but we all know that besides Apart from extraordinary beings, one or two witches are not enough of a threat to a knight who is fully armed and equipped with the Stone of Retaliation."

"The subsequent intelligence became more and more bizarre. For example, the secret message sent to the Holy City two months ago mentioned that the new king Tifeike had sent a mad army of nearly two thousand people to attack the Western Region. However, they were defeated in a single encounter. Come on, what does this mean?”

Teflon couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and two thousand people turned into an army! Even in Hermes, he is a force that cannot be underestimated.

"If you look at the information separately, you may not find anything, but when you put it together, it's amazing - Roland Wimbledon has never lost a war!" The Pope said solemnly, "And from the intelligence It can be seen from the film that his power is growing at an alarming rate, and he has a tendency to expand outward. If it delays for another year, the entire Graycastle may fall into his hands. At that time, he wants to annex this vast area. For the land, the price paid is probably much greater than it is now." He paused and looked at Teflon, "There are many things that need to be dealt with in the organization. I have no time to take care of the operation and expansion of the upper echelons of the church. These can only be entrusted to You implement it.”

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After the Archbishop left, the appearance of the room changed.

The torches on the wall disappeared, and the Pure One and the Stone Table who were studying the magic stone also disappeared. The figure of the Pope gradually faded away, and finally only Isabella, Zero and the woman in black veil were left.

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that the fourth prince of Graycastle turned out to be such an interesting person," Isabella smacked her lips. "Why do I think he has more hope of defeating the devil than the church?"

"What do you mean," the woman in black veil frowned, "Do you want to betray the church?"

"Betrayal? Don't put it so harshly," Isabella shrugged. "Isn't the purpose of the church established to ensure that humans can survive the war of divine will? I don't mind if someone else can do this. Who is the target of the effectiveness?”

"you……!"

"No need to argue," Zero stopped, "Isabella is right, in the so-called battle of divine will, only the one who wins in the end is the favored one of the gods." She looked at the two of them expressionlessly, "As for the gods Who will we smile at - the Federation or a Prince of Graycastle? I think this war will give us the answer." (To be continued.)