The battle in Bardi wasn't the only battle in this world. Although the news of Main Gods dying one after another was quite shocking, there was also new information from other battlefields.
Out of all the information, the most eye-catching one was probably the "Battle of Xidi. An undead army from another dimension ambushed the great demons, helping the human army in San Antonio achieve a great victory."
The report said, "These undead claim to be remnants of an ancient human empire. They've now returned to the mortal plane and established their capital in the Northernmost Island. They've also established a formal diplomatic relationship with the Mist Alliance."
At this time, Sandro and the other Undead Emperors finally made their decision and decided where they would stand.
The Northernmost Island that they were talking about didn't actually have a geographical name. It was the northernmost part of the continent. Further north, across the icy ocean, there was indeed a continent. However, due to the extreme temperature, only polar bears and snow monsters could live there.
"There's also Adam. He's basically family with those native great snow demons."
I adjusted my eyeglasses slightly. Although Marguerite's tone was calm, I could sense the resentment in her voice. It would seem that my previous trip to the Northernmost Island hadn't left a good impression on her.
However, getting lost in the Northernmost Ice Continent was no longer a case of having no sense of direction. It was more like a curse.
I heaved a sigh of relief when Marguerite and Adam returned. It was always a good thing to have trustworthy comrades by my side. Along with them came the Mist Alliance's reinforcements.
Marguerite had just arrived, but she immediately started doing all the heavy work of rescuing people. Meanwhile, Adam was completely different from his usual self. He didn't go around causing trouble because he was bored. He was currently weaving a seemingly extravagant feather broom.
However, we all knew that this was just an illusion.
"… Um, Adam, can you stop causing trouble? God Envoy Arthur already complained to me yesterday. No matter how many feathers a Seraphim has, he'll eventually go bald if he keeps plucking them. "
"It's just a warm-up. I can't take it anymore when I think about the upcoming battle! It's so rare to meet such a high-level opponent, and I don't have to worry about accidentally killing him … Yep, I should go find a Seraphim to warm up! I'm going now. I won't be back for lunch. "
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. It seemed like flames were rising from his head as if he was going to fight the angels for three days at any moment.
If it wasn't for the fact that I received a report that "Seraphim Feather Fan", "Seraphim Tear", and other rare auction items had appeared in the Cloud Tower's black market, I would have believed it.
As for the news of a certain pauper suddenly becoming rich and generously buying all the forbidden books in the book market, I didn't care about such boring things. I simply handed it over to Marguerite to deal with … The red light that night was truly bright. A certain man's despairing screams of "My collection!" were indeed pitiful. Many married men even shed tears of sympathy for their fellow sufferers.
What was even more pitiful was that he probably believed that the discovery of his new book collection was nothing more than an accident. He even intended to resell high-level angel feathers and other rare items in order to restock his stock … Wasn't he coming back for lunch? Seraphe in rare Gods.
So that that that that he needed to?? that that that that that all, the God in was that should have in, other in Gods, that was. that.. by. by by,.....
Just as I was considering whether or not I should do my job as a Councilor and investigate these ridiculous merchants, I noticed that Marguerite's mouth was twitching? Was that a smile? Marguerite was actually smiling so happily? Alright then, I'd been seen through. Adam, take care of yourself.
Forget it, I wasn't going to remind him. It would probably be nice to see a joke when I was depressed.
Angels? That's right, the Cloud Tower now had two entire armies of high-level angels. Although in a way, they were indeed quite annoying, it was quite reassuring to have them as temporary allies.
While we were preparing for war, the battlefield before us had yet to return to normal. At this point, Cavendish was basically declaring war on the entire world. The God of Holy Light's scheme was right in front of us.
We didn't even have time to say anything as the "ruler of the world", the God of Holy Light, finally couldn't bear it any longer. His incarnation being destroyed was already the most serious challenge for him. "Opening the Door" directly threatened the order of the entire world. This was the highest level of threat for his mechanical mind.
And so, the God of Holy Light, who didn't have a personal God, unhesitatingly abandoned all restraint. The Gods and angels of the Holy Light Faction descended to the mortal world like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Battle angel armies were thrown onto the battlefield, and more than a thousand years of accumulated resources were used up.
There was no possibility of a ceasefire in this chaotic dimension created by the fall of a God. The Holy Light Faction and angel squadrons unhesitatingly entered this chaotic battlefield. As for the Cloud Fortress that was closest to the battlefield, the Holy Light Faction also sent two top-level squadrons and several dozen subsidiary squadrons to defend it. There were more than 30,000 angels scattered around, and the leader of the Holy Light Faction, Arthur, seemed to be a legendary figure in history.
As for whether these two top-level angel armies were here to protect the Cloud Tower or to threaten us "heretics" from acting rashly, everyone knew the answer to that.
This was obviously a violation of the mages' dignity. However, I managed to convince the other Councilors to accept the God of Holy Light's reinforcements. After all, it would be foolish to have a conflict with the God of Holy Light at such a time. If the God of Holy Light's mechanical mind decided to "deal with the outside world first" and turned around to attack us instead, we would be in deep trouble.
Besides, it was quite rare to have such precious single-celled fighters. It would be a good thing even if they were just scouts. All we had to do was bear with it for a few days.
The end result was that we would see angels flying above our heads every morning. These angels really did think that they were the masters of this city. They completely ignored the mages' morals … Cough, and so, the low-level and mid-level angels that were patrolling the city disappeared at a steady pace. High-level angels would often mysteriously be challenged by powerful individuals, which kept the God of Holy Light, Arthur, incredibly busy every day.
As for whether the angels would end up as experimental subjects for insane mages or end up on the black market … Actually, when considering the fact that there was an abundant supply of angels and the constantly falling prices of goods, I even wanted a cheap and beautiful angel maid. Although it would be a pity if I didn't have any feelings for her, that also meant that she wouldn't slack off, wouldn't ask for money, and would be quite pleasing to the eye. She would be a great long-term worker.
But recently, God of Holy Light Arthur had been complaining to me every day. If I bumped into him … At such a critical time, it would be best if I didn't cause any new diplomatic incidents.
"You can ask Adam to help you buy one. You can even watch them make a fool out of themselves."
Harloys's suggestion surprised me for a moment. I then chuckled and gave her a thumbs-up. I liked this suggestion 32 times.
And so, I directly started writing a letter to Adam using special paper that would self-destruct.
"… My friend, please choose a young and beautiful angel maid. I'll help you stall Marguerite …"
Everyone knew that I was someone who never lied.
"Marguerite, give me some face. Let's let Adam off this time. Men always have their own unique needs. This isn't disloyalty. It's just a normal male need. At the very least, he didn't buy the most popular angel maid recently. "
"… Your face? How much is that worth? "
Marguerite smiled coldly as she picked up her staff and left. It would seem that not only had my words failed to extinguish her anger, they had even added fuel to it. Judging from her expression, she was about to go berserk.
Alright, I had already "stalled" him, but unfortunately, I hadn't managed to stall him. So, my friend, good luck.
"Roland, you seem to have a lot of resentment towards Adam?"
"… While you're fighting for your life on the battlefield, your best friend is fooling around and flirting with girls. The moment he sees you, he'll even tell you about his travel and leisure experiences. He'll even keep adding things like 'It's a pity you didn't go, otherwise you would have been so happy.' What would you think?"
"… I understand."
The silly cat nodded and continued pretending to be asleep. Only the sound of a pen scratching on paper could be heard in the room.
There were already more than ten letters stacked on the table. Some were letters, and some were replies. I had been quite busy over the past few days in order to gather all the manpower I had.
Suddenly, the silly cat lifted her head. Both of us also looked towards the window. Apart from the familiar starlight, it was also because someone we had been waiting for so long had finally arrived.
"Sandro, since you're here, it would seem that you've already made a decision."
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