Chapter 482 Jie Luo’s Will
The upper level of the Privy Secret Temple is brightly lit, and dozens of luminous magic stones illuminate the circular library on the top of the tower like daylight. Staying in this hall, it is difficult to imagine that you are under the ground.
If it were the Hermes Cathedral on the ground, this place would be equivalent to the Tower of Babel, and it was also Zero's favorite place to stay. Through the window, she could easily overlook the entire secret area. Looking at the figures busy around the God's Punishment Stone Pillar like ants, a feeling of controlling all living things emerged in her heart - as if she was a god living in the glorious kingdom of God, and these people under her feet were walking slowly in the darkness. People are believers in building the Kingdom of God.
Whenever she has free time, she will take out a book recording the history and secrets of the Federation from the bookshelf, sit by the window and read it slowly. Of course, she will also have a glass of wine with a little winter flowers on hand. black tea.
After becoming the pope, Zero felt relaxed. She was not nervous about the approaching battle of divine will, but was more looking forward to it. More than two hundred years of life have made her feel bored, and the invincible devil in the records seems to be an opponent that can excite her. I wonder if these ferocious-looking enemies can be as fearless and terrifying as they appear when they are dragged into the soul battlefield?
It's just that there are still several years before the final battle, and she needs to set a new goal to pass the rest of her time.
There are very few people who can come into Zero's sight, and Roland Wimbledon happens to be... the only mortal who can arouse her interest.
He was not favored by anyone, but he stood out from the battle for the king. He used a small space to fight against two chess pieces who had the potential to succeed and did not fall behind. It has to be said that it is commendable. And she also found some interesting clues in Garcia's memory.
That is, Queen Bishui once used the maid who was placed next to the fourth prince to make him take fatal alchemical poison, but it had no effect. The angry queen then executed the unlucky alchemist - but Jieluo asked the prince to The secret agency copied a poison according to the formula in memory, and found that the finished product was indeed as the alchemist claimed: colorless and odorless, melting in water, ingesting it will lead to death, and there is no cure.
So did the maid deceive Garcia, or is the current Roland Wimbledon no longer the fourth prince of the past? Based on the information collected at hand, Zero is more inclined to the latter. The question is...if he is no longer the fourth prince, then who is he? Why doesn't anyone around me question this? The more you pay attention to this aspect, the more interesting it becomes. His behavior gradually changes, he wins the unanimous love of the people, and he single-handedly changes the distribution of forces in the Western Territory. Whether it is the church envoy group or the mad army, they will never return... This kind of thing It would be a pity if people were just the lords of a small place.
Therefore, Roland Wimbledon must be included in the church, or in other words, become a part of himself. Zero couldn't help but lick her lips, which was why she was determined to change the direction of the attack - if it was as she thought, the benefits of capturing Graycastle first might be far greater than expected.
Of course, as a powerful lord, he must be at the rear during the battle. How to force him out is also an issue that needs to be considered.
Just when Zero was thinking about how to bypass the frontal battlefield and face Roland, the door of the library was pushed open and Isabella walked in.
"The meeting is over?"
"Yeah," she rubbed her neck, "It's better for you to sit here reading and drinking tea every day, while I have to accompany those old guys... No, it's an old guy and two little lunatics talking nonsense."
"That's not nonsense, but it is related to the operation of the lower levels of the church," Zero shrugged. "Although witches are the true body of the church, without them, we would not be able to easily gather so many resources to achieve the ultimate goal. "
"Whatever," Isabella yawned, "Anyway, according to what they said, if you want to transfer the preparation materials for the attack on Dawn to Graycastle, you have to wait until at least the second month of summer. This is still an optimistic estimate. "
This time is neither long nor short, Jieluo thought, waiting is not only a kind of suffering, but also the nectar of increasing happiness. "What about pill manufacturing?"
"There are three to four hundred thousand coins already stored in the warehouse, right?" Isabella replied, "Speaking of which, do you really plan to bring all the civilians to fight the devil? Millions of people can kill Herme just by eating them. Si was empty. And..."
"And what?"
"And they may not necessarily win." She shook her head, "There are too many people, and trouble will easily occur wherever they are placed. After feeding the first pill, their value will be calculated on a daily basis. What if the devil doesn't happen to attack us? ? It’s useless if there are too few people to eat it, and it’s all wasted if there are too many people to eat it. Even if the devils rush up in a swarm and are defeated by the berserk army, it will be difficult for them to have the ability to fight anymore.”
"You don't understand what I mean." Zero stood up and walked to a big table in the hall, uncovering the cover. "I never planned to let the berserk army defend Hermes. The final decisive battle should be in fertile soil. Somewhere on the plains... I guess, it will most likely start at the ruins of the Holy City of Ahn'Qiraj - because this is the closest to us."
"Do you want to... take the initiative?" Isabella was stunned.
"What we lack most is time," Zero said calmly. "I didn't expect to defeat the devil in one fell swoop. The holy book says that when the red moon comes and the gate to hell opens, the devil can build a black spire. In fact, , that’s not building…it’s growing.”
"You want to say that those stones are actually alive?" Isabella asked in disbelief.
"This part of the content can only be seen in the personal accounts of the three seats of the Federation... The devil's expansion must be based on the black spire that can produce red mist, and the current locations where the spires appear are all places rich in divine stone veins. , and the scope of influence will continue to grow. In the early days of the Second War of Divine Will, a supernatural witch once led a team of surprise soldiers from the underground to approach the red mist area. As a result, they saw an astonishing scene - an extremely huge monster was surging below the spire. A monster with a body that is thicker than the base of the tower itself." Zero said word by word, "That huge monster is corrupting the sacred stone, turning it into a black crystal that can emit red mist. I think the devil has a special method to transform the sacred stone. It’s not difficult to understand that the Chaos Beasts that have turned into magic stones have such abilities.”
"..." Isabella opened her mouth, and finally slowly uttered a sentence, "It's so disgusting."
"Unfortunately, once the spire is formed, it is difficult for a small-scale raid to be effective, so our only chance lies in a frontal attack. I don't know how long it will take for the corrupted sacred stone to emerge from the ground, but it is unlikely to happen overnight. It came out. During this period, the devil could not get the red mist to replenish it. It could only be transported from the rear. The power that could be maintained was very limited. What I had to do was to open a bloody path with the mad army that was large enough to overwhelm the devil. Then the God’s Punishment Army will kill the giant underground beast.” Jie Luo said decisively, “If we are lucky enough, we will get another four hundred years.” (To be continued.)