Elwood's face darkened. "Bishop Wenger, what do you mean by that? What have I done in the past four years that I haven't done for the sake of the temple?"
"That's because you are the temple, and the temple is you. Protecting the interests of the temple is equivalent to protecting the power in your hands," Wenger said calmly. "On this point, Van 'er the Fifth did better than you. At least he was right about one thing — the foundation of the temple is here, not there." Bishop Wenger pointed at the land under his feet.
"Very good. It seems that we are finally talking about this topic." Elwood moved a stool for himself and said sarcastically, "Then tell me, Bishop Wenger, what should we do to save the entire human race in the current situation?"
"I don't know, but we need to tell the truth to the public first. They should at least know where the real enemy is. At this time, the entire human world must unite."
Elwood narrowed his eyes. "And then? Are we going to go against the gods together? You are too naive. You know nothing about the 'enemy' you speak of. " Elwood picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a cup of cold tea. "You know, since I took this position, my biggest gain is not the power in my hands, but the knowledge of this world."
Wenger did not say anything and waited for Elwood to continue.
"Don't be blinded by the development of magic, Wenger. We are not the first natives of the Dawn Continent, neither are the elves. Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a powerful civilization on this continent, which was far more developed than today's humans. However, it quickly perished in just a hundred years because they chose the wrong opponent. What I'm doing now is to prevent the tragedy from happening again." Elwood's expression became serious. "I can't do this alone, so I need your help."
The pope's eyes were full of expectation, but Wenger, who sat opposite him, disappointed him. The latter shook his head.
"Even if what you said is true, don't you think it's too late? We have lost contact with our superiors, and even Van 'er the Fifth has left the human world. Your Majesty, whether you want to believe it or not, the war has begun."
"No, this is just a test, a test to distinguish who is a true believer and who is a traitor. As long as we can severely injure the people of the empire, we can win back the trust of the gods. With their help, we will be the final winner."
"I don't think so, Your Majesty," Bishop Wenger said after a moment of silence.
A fierce glint flashed in Elwood's eyes. His patience was about to run out. If he could not convince Wenger, he could only resort to some extreme measures. Deep in his heart, he had never taken the opposition seriously. It was just that the timing was a little sensitive, and he needed to eliminate all unstable factors.
He was indeed concerned about Wenger's reputation among the people and the Church. However, he did not mind killing Wenger if they really had a falling out. This was a price he could afford. For some reason, the anxiety in his heart was exceptionally strong tonight.
Elwood's expression was uncertain. He was thinking about how to deal with Wenger.
At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up outside the window. Judging from the location, it should be in the west of the city, which was not far from the city gate. There was a small market there. Elwood's heart skipped a beat. What happened? Was there a fire?
Just as he was about to call someone to ask about the situation, another fire lit up in the north of the city, followed by more and more fireballs dancing in the night.
The captain of the guards, Milodić, almost stumbled into the room. His face was filled with unprecedented fear and panic. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's an enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!!! The two city gates in the west and north of the city have fallen!!! The enemy is now attacking the Palace of Mercy! "
Enemy attack? Elwood was stunned. His first reaction was that it was impossible. He had clearly eliminated all the dangers, so which unit was it that had charged into Santa Massa now?
Elwood was confused and could not care less about Wenger. He pulled Milodic aside and said, "Send someone to see where the enemy came from."
Shortly after Milodić left, Elwood paced back and forth anxiously in the room. He had not been able to react for a while, but now he slowly realized what was going on. Not to mention the bizarre appearance of this army and how they broke through the defensive perimeter outside, there were still fifty thousand defenders in San Marsa, of which twenty thousand were the absolute elites of the Temple. There was no reason for two city gates to be broken through in just a few minutes. They did not even have the ability to resist and delay.
In just a short period of time, the city was in chaos. Shouts of killing could be heard everywhere. Elwood's heart sank completely. The most important thing was that he still didn't know what went wrong. This battle was simply inexplicable.
After a while, there was another knock on the door. Elwood quickly walked over, opened the door, and saw Milodic fighting outside. He said anxiously, "What's wrong? Did you find out which army it is? How many people are there?"
The next moment, he saw a longsword pierce through the Guard Captain's chest. Milodic's body fell lifelessly, revealing the murderer behind it.
Reinhardt VII pulled out his sword and wiped the blood off it. The old Lion King was now covered in black iron armor from head to toe, wearing a helmet and gauntlets. He did not look like an old man at all.
"Your Majesty Elwood, we finally meet."
The latter opened his mouth wide in disbelief. "How … how is this possible? Shouldn't you be resting in the Bear Forest? How could you appear here?!"
However, Elwood was no fool since he was able to sit on the Pope's seat. He thought of something and turned around to look at Wenger, who was behind him. He was both shocked and angry. "It's you! You really colluded with the enemy?! You actually colluded with those bastards from the Empire? You even let them in directly. "
Before he could finish his words, he suffered a punch to his lower abdomen. Elwood hugged his stomach and knelt on the ground. He was in so much pain that tears flowed out.
Reinhardt VII frowned and said to the knight who punched him, "What are you doing? Remember our purpose. We are not here to conquer or take revenge. "
Elwood's panic decreased slightly when he heard this, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart. As long as he could survive, there was still a chance. If he survived this, there was still a chance for him to make a comeback. At this time, he could not care less about the dignity of the Pope. He quickly said, "I can cooperate with you and promise you all …"
However, before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, Elwood saw the sword in the old Lion King's hand, and his expression was blank.
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