Chapter 1200 Another Form of War

The White City.

The city is exactly what it sounds like.

From the buildings to the streets, they are all gray and white.

The buildings are built at the foot of the mountain, and go up layer by layer according to the terrain.

On the street, people come and go, although it is not full of people, but it is also full of vitality, with a bit of hustle and bustle.

Follow the street up.

Buildings gradually became scarce.

Then, a gate blocked the way.

Behind this gate is an empty, huge stone staircase.

It leads to the top of the hill, to a magnificent, mythical palace.

This white palace has a dome supported by huge exaggerated stone pillars.

In this palace, on those arches, there are extremely exquisite but full of deathly sculptures.

In the hall of the palace, on a throne made of many golden skulls, a figure emerged silently.

'Pale Queen' Sia Palenque Eggers!

Her bare feet, painted with golden armor, stepped on the cold throne stone, which was molded into the appearance of a kneeling human being.

The queen's bare feet are stepping on the head of this sculpture, just like stepping on the heads of all living beings.

She sat down, and the black robe naturally fell to the left and right, revealing a section of white thigh. The white and delicate skin was so dazzling that the figures that appeared one after another in the hall did not dare to look directly at them, and lowered their heads.

Shia Palenque Eggers looked around and made a sigh-like voice: "He holds the 'Death Scepter'."

in the hall.

All the figures were shocked.

Commander Elmant Eggers' uncle, Harrij with heterochromatic eyes whispered, "Could it be that he is also a descendant of the 'Underworld Emperor', otherwise."

Shia Palenque Eggers shook his head: "No."

"He should use something to indirectly control the 'death scepter'."

"That was the only thing that could kill me completely."

"What do you think?"

In the hall, these nobles and high-level officials of the empire all lowered their heads.

The old man who fought against Azik's historical pore image, who is also the 'Death Consul', spoke hoarsely.

"The invaders are far more powerful than we thought."

"The number of demigods above the opponent is not below us."

"Even, a little more."

"Moreover, Nite has fallen, and Hooman was severely injured by the other party's 'Undark One'."

"In the short term, we will lose two combat powers among the demigods and above."

The noble Harij turned around and said, "Honorable Your Highness Abgar, do you mean that we want to surrender to the invaders?"

The demigod Human, who was severely injured by the 'Darkness One' with 'Yang Yan', coughed and said.

"Your Excellency Harrij, watch your tone."

"In front of your eyes is a 'Death Consul'!"

Harrij's different-colored pupils reflected Human's figure: "You don't need to remind me."

The angel of Sequence 2, Abgar raised his thin hand and interrupted their conversation.

said calmly.

"The 'Ancient Scholar' who was fighting me summoned the former 'Death Consul', the historical pore image of His Highness Ards."

The hall was suddenly quiet.

Even the 'Pale Queen', who had been expressionless all this time, widened her eyes a little at this moment.

"What did you say, Your Highness Abgar, the enemy summoned the image of His Highness Azik?"

A demigod exclaimed.

"So, among the invaders, is there anyone who knows His Highness Ards?"

"Or, is that a person who has lived for more than a thousand years?"

Shia Palenque Eggers said in a low voice, "Ancient Scholar can't live for so long."

Abgar nodded: "That's right, but His Royal Highness Azik has no problem at all."

"The 'ancient scholar' may have met His Highness Ards in the Northern Continent, and has a relatively in-depth understanding."

"Only in this way can the historical image of His Highness be summoned."

The expression of the great noble Harij was solemn.

He looked at the 'Pale Queen' on the golden throne.

"Elmante didn't come back."

Shia Palenque Eggers said: "I let him surrender."

Harrij said with a heavy expression: "We lost Nit, and Human was injured."

"Elmant and the army surrender."

"Going forward, there's very little we can do to stop them from invading."

Shia Palenque Eggers said indifferently: "Then release all checkpoints and let them come. I will wait for them here."

Harrij was shocked.

Seems to think of something.

Can't help but look at the queen.

Shia Palenque Eggers stood up: "It's time."

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Badari Canyon.

The West French army stayed here for three days.

Treat the wounded.

Bury the dead.

During these three days, the captives had nothing to eat except water.

After three days of starvation, even the most determined person will feel dizzy now.

this morning.

In the captive camp, the imperial soldiers who surrendered heard someone shout: "Next, there will be a 'War Priest' to preach to you."

"Whoever is willing to accept sermons come and register with me."

"Participating in evangelism can get a piece of bread."

“Clean Bread!”

Hearing this news, all the soldiers jumped up and rushed towards the gate.

"I want to participate!"

"And I!"

"Give me something to eat, and let me do anything!"

soon.

in a clearing.

A large number of captives sat on the ground, each with a piece of bread in his hand, and was devouring it hungrily.

They didn't pay attention at all when the 'War Priest' wearing a black priestly robe entered the arena.

Until a row of gunshots sounded.

Only then did the prisoners startle.

They looked up and saw a priest standing on a raised platform.

The pastor looked around and said loudly: "My Lord is cruel, and all His enemies will be treated most cruelly!"

"My lord is merciful, and anyone who believes in him can be sheltered, and get the destination of the soul!"

Sermons like this one.

It is divided into several areas in the canyon and is in progress at the same time.

When Elmante Eggers was 'invited' to Xifa's main account.

He passed by these preaching grounds, saw, and heard the sermons of the "Priest of War".

Elmante's face was serious.

Because he knows.

Such preaching is another form of warfare.

It is a war to snatch the 'anchor' to which the queen belongs.

he knows.

Such sermons may not be effective once or twice.

It's hard to say three or four times.

If you cooperate with rewards and punishments.

Probably not for long.

At least half of the captives will become followers of the opponent.

Be the anchor of the 'Lord of War'!

With heavy steps, he came to a dark red tent.

Elmante took a deep breath before getting into the tent.

He's going to do something.