Chapter 893: Handover of Destiny

Two weeks later, at the end of Midsummer Moon, Roland finally arrived in Hermes.

The northern garrison and the witches greeted him at the gate of the holy city. Besides, he also saw a few nuns in the church's black robes.

Although Roland had heard the news of the collective disappearance of the top church leaders from Lightning, when he walked into this empty plateau fortress, he still couldn't believe it—the expected fierce battle did not happen, whether it was God's Punishment Witch or the new Mortars, none of which came in handy. Although this result couldn't be better, it always feels like a punch in the cotton.

It was a very correct choice to decide to bring Isabella before the expedition. According to the report sent by Eagle Face and Agatha, it was the former Purity who noticed the abnormality of the church, and after properly disposing of the orphans in the monastery, he sent The Northland Army proposed a deep investigation into the Holy City of Hermes.

The result was surprising. The huge city had already been emptied, and only some residents in the outer city who hadn't moved out in time maintained the illusion that the church still existed. In fact, they didn't know what was happening in the inner city, only heard that the church was preparing for the final battle.

Afterwards, the nuns united by Isabella quickly entered Hermes—under the announcement of these people, the signs of fleeing gradually eased. Appear. After all, abandoning the holy city is simply too dramatic, and the blow to the church's reputation is almost devastating. Compared with those who left without saying goodbye, the nuns who took the initiative to restore order are more like the successors of the church.

"How did this happen?" Since the letter couldn't be written in too much detail, the first thing Roland did after he entered the Holy City was to ask where the remnants of the church were going, "There are at least a few thousand people in the inner city. Don't they need to go through the outer city wall to leave the plateau?"

"There are many natural tunnels under Hermes, some of which can pass through the walls of the holy city from the ground. If we evacuate in batches, the residents of the outer city will indeed be unaware." Isabella explained , "They were designed for one-time use when they were built, and they can only go out and not in. I checked several tunnel entrances and found that they were all destroyed."

"Where do those tunnels lead?"

"Only those who have passed by will know," she shook her head. "If this escape was planned in advance, it will be very difficult to trace their whereabouts after a month and a half."

So the church is planning to cut off its tail to save its life in order to make a comeback? Roland couldn't help frowning. The problem is that giving up the Holy City is equivalent to losing the basic board. It's not as simple as cutting the tail, and the loss is even heavier than cutting the head. They are so confident that they can find a new base to fight against Graycastle? Or do you intend to break it up and harass his territory in batches? The thought of being on guard against these fanatics for the next few years gave him a headache.

Probably seeing what he was thinking, Isabella smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about the church anymore, they won't come back."

Roland froze for a moment, "Why do you say that?"

"They left a messenger behind," the other replied.

...

In a small church in the northern part of the Holy City, Roland met the messenger Isabella spoke of.

It was a white-haired old man, wearing a brand-new red-bottomed gold-edged priest robe, holding a thick book in his arms, and walked out under the duress of the guards.

Although his steps were a little weak, he still held his head up, as if he didn't want to lose to anyone in terms of momentum. He glanced at Isabella coldly before looking at Roland, "You are the King of Graycastle, Your Majesty Roland Wimbledon?"

"it's me."

"Gray-haired and gray-eyed, I am indeed very similar to your father," the old man said slowly, "My name is Jacob, the High Priest of the Holy City. According to the secular classification, I am probably equivalent to a Duke...Of course, I am both There is no corresponding fief, and there is no need for so many servants."

"I heard that you insist on waiting for me here?" Roland shrugged, "Why, those people didn't take you with them when they sneaked away?

"I'm the one who wants to stay," he said solemnly, as if he was telling his last words, "I'm old and I can't run... Even if I can walk, I won't have a good few years. Instead of going to live a new life, It's better to be buried with this city."

"New life?" Roland quickly caught the key words in the other party's words.

"That's right, let go of all responsibilities, just to live a new life for the rest of your life." There was a hint of sarcasm in Jacob's voice, "You won, Your Majesty, if this is the result you want to see—the church doesn't Will turn against you again, the city will be in your hands intact, and you will soon take over our nightmare."

"Oh?" Roland said noncommittally.

"Why do you think we are guarding this plateau with nothing?" He raised his voice a little, "Look at the good deeds you have done, human beings will perish because of you!"

"That's right, what you said is a bit too serious, I don't take the blame for it." Hearing this, Roland probably understood the intention of the high priest. The church is really unwilling to allow itself to take down the holy city comfortably, even if it is physically powerless to stop it, it still has to make a mental stumbling block. This move was also played by Zero before the decisive battle, but the original intention was completely different-if he was a person who knew nothing about the battle of divine will, then when he knew the news that the devil was about to destroy human beings, he would definitely Surprised from ear to ear. If you add more oil and vinegar, and put the classic scapegoat of "human destruction is all your fault" on your head, its lethality will be no less than spiritual pollution.

"Pot? Huh... nonsense, do you think I'm joking? Your Majesty the Young King, it seems that Lord Pure hasn't told you the truth of the matter." Jacob glanced at Isabel meaningfully. La, "The church shoulders an unimaginable responsibility, and only a few high-level people know about it. You have no idea what kind of enemy we have been preparing to face for hundreds of years. Now that you have ruined everything, naturally you have to It’s no use bearing the consequences even if you don’t want to—when fate befalls humanity, all you can do is accept helplessly and watch your kingdom go up in flames!”

It seems that this guy not only wanted to launch a mental attack, but also found an opportunity to provoke the relationship between him and Isabella, but it was a pity that he misread the wrong person and expressed the wrong intention... Roland looked at the righteous old priest, and thought A sentence can't help but emerge - life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

"You don't have to believe me, but the facts are undeniable," Jacob heaved a sigh of relief after he finished speaking, and spread out the books in his arms, "This is the "Holy Book" of the church, and you will understand it after reading it." Understand, what stupid things I have done! We... no, it should be said that the real enemy of mankind is—"

"Devil, right?" Roland interrupted him casually, "The church didn't build the holy city here to ward off evil beasts, but the sacred stone veins in the mountain. There is a privy office under the cathedral, which is used to mine the sacred stone and transform it God's Punishment Army, this is the core of the church - of course, I don't know if you know this, after all, the transformation ceremony can only be controlled by the Pope. Do you still want to talk about the battle of the gods or the smile of the gods? Four hundred Years of reincarnation wars are not new news. Devils are not ghosts that come and go without a trace. In fact, I have dealt with them before. So... do you have anything else to say? ?”

"You——I—" At this moment Jacob was stunned, his mouth grew wide, he hesitated for a long time but he couldn't say a word, he looked as if he would close his breath at any moment. After a while, he pointed at Isabella tremblingly, "It's you..."

The latter shook his head lightly, "I didn't tell him these things. From the very beginning, he knew far more than we expected. You underestimate him...or we all underestimate him." killed him."

"Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn," Roland sneered.

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