Sonia Sea, Pasu Island, Abyss of Storm cathedral.
This was the headquarters of the Church of the Storm's headquarters, a holy temple within a holy temple. It was a place blessed by the deities.
Here, azure, silver, green, golden, and other colors outlined the murals. Although they looked rough, they gave off a sacred and dignified feeling. Coupled with the dome that was over a hundred meters high, people could feel their own insignificance just by standing here, and they could not help but lower their heads.
Alger Wilson had already passed the ritual and "truly" became a Sequence 5 Ocean Songster. At this moment, he was here with the same batch of ascenders, waiting to listen to Pope Jared II's teachings.
Indeed, it's easy to lose control by overdosing on potions. I've already digested all the potions in the past, but I still nearly couldn't take it … After I leave Pasu Island, I'll borrow the Unshadowed Crucifix from Sun and eliminate the excess characteristics. This can be exchanged for money, and I can also secretly nurture some Beyonders who are loyal to me … With the reflection of the blue stone tiles on the ground, Alger saw that the color of his hair had turned darker and thicker.
At this moment, the sound of a thunderous musical instrument sounded, exploding in the hearts of every Beyonder, spreading immense fear.
Pope Jared II walked out with his scepter in hand. He ascended the steps and faced the crowd, speaking in a deep voice that reverberated in the air:
He said in a deep voice, "Congratulations, everyone. You are one step closer to the Lord."
He wore a trident embedded with sapphires, emeralds, and other gems. He wore a dark-blue robe that was nearly black. On it, there were patterns of lightning, storms, and oceans embroidered with gold and silver threads. His aura was deep and dignified, as though a huge storm was about to strike.
This Grounded Angel, the spokesperson of the Lord of Storms, was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, but everyone knew that Jared II had been in charge of the Council of Cardinals for nearly a hundred years.
As a Blessed of a deity, this level of longevity wasn't strange in the eyes of his believers. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was a very normal thing.
Upon hearing the pope's congratulations, Alger didn't have any thoughts. He clenched his right fist and struck his left chest like the other Ocean Songsters.
He shouted, "Holy Lord of Storms!"
For the next fifteen minutes, they quietly listened to Garde II's sermon.
After going through this process, Alger received his mission from a high-ranking deacon — head to Sonia Island and lie in ambush in the surrounding waters. He was to find an opportunity to attack the harbor, the supply fleet, and the Feysac merchant ships.
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Baekeland, Empress Borough, inside the Hall family's luxurious villa.
Audrey had just put on a blue cloak and was about to go to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation on Phelps Street with Susie, her maid Annie, and the others when she saw her father, Earl Hall, coming in from the main entrance.
"Dad, good morning. You didn't come home last night?" Audrey was a little puzzled and looked up and down a few times.
"You can tell?" Earl Hall touched his beautiful mustache and asked with a smile.
Seeing that her father was in a good mood, Audrey smiled and said,
"There's a strong smell of cigarettes on your coat. This means that you haven't taken it off for a long time, and it's an outfit for going out."
Apart from this point, there were many other details that could lead to the same conclusion, but Audrey deliberately didn't mention them.
As Earl Hall took off his coat and handed it to his valet, he chuckled and said, "Not bad.
You're very observant. From the looks of it, being busy at the Charity Bursary Foundation has greatly improved you.
"I was at the Prime Minister's residence last night, waiting for news."
Upon saying that, Earl Hall sighed and said, "The front lines of Winter County and Midseashire have once again repelled the Feysac attacks.
"The front lines of Winter County and Midseashire have once again repelled the Feysac attacks. With the arrival of the harsh winter, we finally have a chance to catch our breath."
Audrey blinked and appropriately expressed her surprise.
Earl Hall immediately smiled.
"I understand what you're puzzled about. What the newspapers say is what we want the people to know.
"The situation at the Amantha mountain range's defense line and the major cities along Midseashire's coast isn't as good as you think. In the first round of attacks, our fleets and soldiers suffered tremendous losses. In order not to cause panic, we announced that each side had its own victories and losses, and allowed the various shipyards and munitions factories to work frantically.
"During this period of time, the two lines of defense were nearly breached several times. Many key areas were lost and recaptured. It's said that they've become humanity's meat grinders.
"Fortunately, we finally persevered. This winter will be the turning point of this war."
Actually, I know … The number of dead, missing, and injured might have been concealed, but it also explains a lot of problems … Besides, winter isn't necessarily a good thing. Feysac's Weather Warlocks are very good at making use of such situations … Audrey's heart sank as she hurriedly controlled her emotions and smiled.
"That's great. I hope peace can be restored as soon as possible."
Earl Hall was taken aback for a moment before he said, "His Majesty plans on giving a speech to the people of the country on Saturday.
"His Majesty plans on giving a speech to the people of the country on Saturday, telling them that we will definitely win.
"When the time comes, we will organize people in the various cities and villages to gather in the square and use the latest technology to let everyone hear it."
The latest technology … Let the people gather in the various squares to listen to the king's speech … Audrey suddenly thought of Mr. World's reminder and decided to inform him of this matter.
…
Organizing a large number of people to the square to listen to the speech … This is the corresponding sacrifice, right? George III is about to hold the Black Emperor ritual? Klein, who had received the latest news from Miss Justice, returned to the real World. His expression clearly turned solemn.
He paced back and forth in his rented apartment and didn't delay any further. He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote:
"I've already gathered the blood of Beyonders from twenty pathways. I'm only short of Assassin and Criminal.
"George III will be holding a speech to most of the people this Saturday. You should know what this might mean.
"In addition, I need a ritual to speak to Mr. Door."
After folding the letter and getting Reinette Tinekerr to send it out, Klein slowly exhaled. He couldn't help but have all sorts of thoughts race through his mind.
The Demoness's blood shouldn't be a problem. Trissy seems very determined to destroy George III's plans …
Queen Mystic can reveal some news that I have a way to enter the secret mausoleum … Although her main goal is to revive the Emperor and isn't willing to directly become enemies with George III, if George III succeeds, the Emperor might not be able to return …
The Devil's blood can only wait for the City of Silver's Chief to return … The hunting team he led set off for more than ten days. They should be returning soon … In theory, there's still time. No problem … If that doesn't work, I'll try two backup plans. One is to use the Blatherers' aura to replace the blood, and the other is to summon the Devils I've previously encountered from the Historical Void and extract their blood …
…
In a room that didn't look special in the Baekeland Bridge area.
Trissy, whose black hair was glistening, reached out and took out a letter from the mirror.
When she opened it, her brows gradually furrowed, making her look especially lovable.
Is it finally coming … Trissy's expression changed a few times. She seemed hesitant, resistant, timid, and confused.
Finally, she smiled and muttered with a slightly distorted expression, "I've killed so many people and caused so many tragedies.
"I've killed so many people and caused so many tragedies. Even if I die this time, I've already earned back my capital …"
After a few seconds of silence, Trissy took out a glass test tube from a hidden pocket in her black dress.
It wasn't filled with her blood, but the blood of another Demoness. Her original name was Sherman, but she later called herself Shermane.
As a qualified and experienced Demoness, Trissy had found an opportunity to take some of Shermane's blood when she was nurturing her, using it as a basis for her curse. This might not be useful most of the time, but it could effectively prevent any accidents.
After Shermane died, Trissy didn't throw away the tube of blood. This was because the Demonesses needed this material quite a lot, just like now.
…
In a residence in the City of Silver.
As soon as the frequency of the lightning increased, Derrick got out of bed, lit the fire, and quickly roasted mushroom bread.
This bread was more exquisite than the Black-Faced Grass bread. It was even sweeter and more delicious. He liked it very much, and he looked forward to his three meals every day like never before.
The only problem was that the production of mushrooms that could be used to make bread wasn't high.
Limited by the number of monster corpses, every resident could only receive it once a week, which was enough for four to five meals.
After thousands of years of hard work, the area around the City of Silver was relatively safe, with fewer monsters.
Derrick had heard that in order to hunt monsters and nurture mushrooms, some people had deliberately placed themselves in the darkness, hoping to become bait.
Then, he was eaten.
Obtaining those mushrooms made everyone feel a certain sense of optimism … That's not good … Derrick recalled the Chief's wistful sentiments before he set off. He shook his head and picked up a jar he had picked up from the ruins of another city and poured out white milk.
Frankly speaking, he didn't like such things, but Miss Justice's description of how milk could help humans grow taller and stronger moved him.
As a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick knew that since he hadn't chosen the Giant pathway, the possibility of him growing taller in the future wouldn't be too great. However, he secretly hoped that he could reduce the gap between him and his friends, and the milk had allowed him to see a glimmer of hope.
Gulp. Gulp. Derrick drank his portion of milk for the day with a serious expression.
Just as he was about to take the mushroom bread, he suddenly sensed something and looked out the window.
A person grew out of the shadows outside the door and said, "Derrick, the Chief asked me to give you this bottle of blood."
The Chief asked me to give you this bottle of blood. "
The Chief is back? Derrick stood up abruptly.
"Alright, thank you."
Just as he said that, he saw the shadow in the crack of the door come to life, surging forward and pushing out a small metal bottle.
Derrick knew very well that it contained the Devil's blood that Mr. World wanted.
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