Bertilla, the matriarch of the All Things Will Die, sat in her seat and looked at the black-robed figures with interest. Her frivolous attitude had stimulated the nerves of every matriarch present, but no one stood up to criticize her.
Although everyone here was a 'matriarch' of the church, the same rank did not mean the same status. Everyone who became a high-ranking member of the All Things Will Die knew that this woman named Bertilla had a special position and … meaning in the church. No one knew who this woman was before she became the matriarch of the All Things Will Die, and no one knew her real name and origin. But everyone knew one thing, and that was that Bertilla had a direct connection with the highest leader of the All Things Will Die, the 'Grand Matriarch'. When the Grand Matriarch fell into a deep slumber, Bertilla was the only one who could talk to her, wake her up, or convey her will.
With this special characteristic, Bertilla had some special privileges here.
"Gentlemen, ah, and ladies." Bertilla said slowly and deliberately glanced at the two ladies in the black-robed figures. Not only were they the rare female matriarchs present, but they also had distinctive elven features. The two elves, the fallen Druil, noticed Bertilla's gaze and nodded slightly as a greeting. At the same time, he said, "Bertilla, what is the Grand Matriarch's order?"
"The Grand Matriarch is still in a deep slumber. She needs time to recover from the premature synchronization with the 'False God's Body', so I'm here to listen to your opinions on behalf of the Grand Matriarch." Bertilla leaned on the chair, and the roots and tentacles on her lower body were growing with a chilling sound as if they were slowly digging into the ground to absorb nutrients. She squinted her eyes as she spoke with a pleasant voice, "So, who is in charge of monitoring the wasteland?"
"It's me," a thin man with a steel-like face said. "I'm in charge of monitoring."
"Matriarch Hilton, at least you are a capable man," Bertilla said cheerfully. "So, before this, did you expect those aberrations to suddenly come out and attack Typhon's border?"
"It was an accident," the fallen Druil, who was called Matriarch Hilton, said with a blank face. "Those low-level aberrations are irregular, and the changes of the Great Wall are unpredictable. Even the Silver Empire cannot fully monitor the entire barrier —"
"Well, Matriarch Hilton, you are not good at making excuses," Bertilla interrupted Hilton. "We can't control the entire Great Wall, but we can control other things … Those monsters were originally released to attack Cecil Lord, right?"
After a brief moment of silence and confrontation, Hilton finally spoke........ com....
Bertilla interrupted him rudely. "But I have reminded you that now is not the time to deal with the resurrected one! We are attracting attention, and we have exposed enough to the world! "
"So we did not do it ourselves. Cecil Lord faced the Gondor wasteland directly and let it be destroyed by the monsters in the Gondor wasteland without arousing anyone's suspicion."
"But those monsters ran to Typhon's border, Matriarch Hilton," Bertilla said word by word. "When our companions drove those monsters to the rift in the Gloom Mountains, did you ever think that those brainless freaks would get lost at the foot of the mountain and wander under the nose of Typhon's people? Have you ever thought about the impact on the situation of Ansu and Typhon's border being attacked by monsters at the same time? Have you ever thought about what will happen to you after all this? My dear Matriarch Hilton — "
"I will go to the Abyss of Flesh and Blood and accept the Matriarch's judgment." Hilton looked at Bertilla expressionlessly and waited for her to finish before he said faintly. "This is my fault, but I still do not change my view — Cecil Lord is a threat, the resurrected duke is a threat, and he is not just going to develop a territory …"
"Of course he is a threat!" Bertilla suddenly raised her voice. "Do you think only you can see it?"
Hilton was finally stunned. He stared into Bertilla's eyes and asked slowly, "What do you mean?"
"He is a threat, but so what? Isn't the Gondor wasteland a threat? Aren't the mutants a threat? Aren't we still using such a threat? " Bertilla glanced over everyone as she spoke. It seemed like she wasn't just talking to Hilton, she was talking to everyone in the room. "A threat doesn't have to be eliminated. A threat used properly is a sharp blade."
The two female matriarchs sitting opposite Bertilla spoke at the same time. "What is the value of Gwen Cecil?"
"It's a war machine. He's building a war machine." Bertila's eyes were cold. "Although we don't have clear information, and we don't know what he's thinking, there's one thing we don't doubt. Cecil Hill can grow in a short time and become a bone grinder that can produce countless corpses …"
The Druil of the Fallen exchanged glances. Those who could sit here were not fools. They had vaguely guessed the real intention of Bertilla, or rather the 'grand matriarch' standing behind Bertilla.
"The change in the situation between Ansu and Typhon is indeed an accident, but it does not matter. We have a lot of alternatives." Bertilla smiled. "The grand matriarch may be asleep, but her wise mind has already deduced the next move for us. War, no matter what, will break out."
Then, Bertilla slowly stood up, and the roots of her lower body slowly retracted. "Rayna, Firna, the grand matriarch orders you to activate the alternative plan in Typhon."
The two female matriarchs smiled at the same time. "We like the alternative plan."
"Matriarch Clement, the grand matriarch orders you to activate the arrangement in Ansu. Remember, do not alarm the she-wolf of the Weald family in the north. "
A man whose face was hidden in a black hood stood up and bowed slightly. "As you wish, grand matriarch."
"As for you, Matriarch Khiton." Bertilla finally looked at Khiton who was sitting beside her, but the mockery and sarcasm on her face was gone. "While we have an alternative plan, the mistake you have made can only be described as stupid. The grand matriarch is very dissatisfied with your presumptuous actions and blind confidence, so you will go to the Abyss of Flesh and Blood to receive three days and three nights of sacrificial punishment."
Khiton lowered his head slightly. He did not lower his head to Bertilla, but to the grand matriarch's will. "I have nothing to say."
Bertilla grunted and then said, "But before you receive your punishment, there is one more thing to do."
Khiton glanced at the woman with the inhuman body, his voice barely fluctuating. "What is it?"
"Prepare the 'Dark Bridge'. I want to contact my companions on the 'other side'."
Khiton heard the request and hesitated for a moment. Bertilla then frowned. "Is the 'Dark Bridge' not available?"
"No, the 'Dark Bridge' is available, but the magisters of the Silver Empire have obviously noticed the abnormality recently. They are checking the channel more frequently, and adding an additional connection may cause them to be more vigilant."
"You don't have to worry about that. I have my ways to make the elves lower their guard," Bertilla said faintly. "According to the intelligence, there is a large mutant among the mutants that passed through the barrier this time. No one mentioned this in the previous reports. The grand matriarch has ordered me to investigate it thoroughly."
"I understand. The 'Dark Bridge' will be ready in a day. Where are you going to establish the connection? "
"… Typhon," Bertilla said after a short pause. "Recently, we and the Eternal Sleep Congregation have been too active in the west. The lords and nobles there have been on high alert."
…
In the Rune Research Institute in Cecil's territory, Kamel stood quietly in his laboratory. In front of him was a wide test bench filled with all kinds of magic instruments and alchemy tools. The surface of the test bench was covered with abstruse runes that he had personally engraved. In the middle of all the runes, on a small tray made of silver, a small piece of black-red bone was emitting smoke and dust. It was in the final stage of complete disintegration.
Kamel just looked at the piece of bone quietly, not saying a word, not moving at all. However, the devices and tools on the test bench that still had a trace of magic reaction showed that he had just finished a complicated magic experiment. The arcane sparks that kept wandering on the surface of his body showed that the ancient magister was not as calm as he appeared to be.
"I see … I see …" Finally, Kamel muttered to himself and broke the silence. "So … all of this was done by us … Who?!"
He suddenly sensed a sneaky presence beside him. The ancient magister did not expect that someone could easily lurk so close to him. Even if he was a little absent-minded, his perception should not be so bad!
But just as Kamel was about to release the arcane lightning, a figure emerged from the air and a familiar voice interrupted him. "Hey, hey, hey, it's me! It's me! Why did you biu without saying a word … "
"Miss Amber?" Kamel hurriedly dispersed the magic energy that had just gathered and asked casually, "What does biu mean?"
Amber opened her mouth and said, "I don't know. Old Dumpling taught me the term. He said there are two main ways to release magic. One is by rubbing, and the other is by biu. Yours is biu. Rebecca's is rubbing."
"You lack enough respect for the lord … But you're the lord's personal guard, so I can only remind you." Kamel's tone was a little serious, but at the same time, he was a little emotional. "The lord does know a lot of unknown knowledge …"
"God knows if he was serious about his knowledge or if he was just using it to trick me. He's always making fun of me." Hu Po waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Bo … Gawain said he wanted to discuss some technical issues with you … But what are you doing here? I saw you staring at the test bench for a long time. "
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