This was indeed a huge piece of news.
Gwen sat there quietly. There was not much emotion on his calm face, but he was obviously deep in thought. Victoria, who was standing beside him, subconsciously looked to Amber for confirmation. "Wales has been crowned? Is the news reliable? "
"The news is reliable. Our intelligence personnel in Saint Sunil City have been maintaining operations. They are much more reliable than your Royal Shadow Guards in this regard." Amber glanced at Victoria. "The details are not clear yet, but it can be confirmed that the coronation of the new king has temporarily stabilized the situation in the Captical. Currently, all the Knight Corps in Saint Sunil have pledged their loyalty to the king, and the Silver Fort has also announced the arrival of reinforcements. This has allowed the residents in the city to settle down. All in all, the situation in the Captical is getting better, although it is only temporary. "
Gwen nodded as he listened, then looked at Victoria. "You said that you understand Wales. Then, did you expect this step?"
"This …" Victoria hesitated for a moment before slowly shaking her head. "This is beyond my expectations."
"Actually, I more or less guessed it." Gwen sighed softly. "Saint Sunil is a quagmire. You and I both know the rules of those nobles. Even if the news of reinforcements is sent into the city, they will still have different thoughts. In order to control the situation, Wales and Bodwin did not have many choices."
"Is that so …"
Victoria said softly. Her face that seemed to be forever covered in a layer of frost hid all her inner thoughts. No one knew what this Ice Duchess was thinking, but everyone was clear about one thing. At this moment, the crowned king was already at the cusp of the storm, and the Regent Duke system that had lasted for a century in Ansu had come to an end with this coronation.
Gawain didn't say anything else. He just closed his eyes slightly as if he was resting. However, deep in his heart, he was recalling the scene before the Great Wall project started last year, when the vice-captain of the royal knights, Cohen, met Gawain. Last time, he recalled the visit of Lorren.
…
The coronation of the new king had stabilized the Captical's crumbling defensive line and stabilized the order in the city, which was on the verge of collapse. However, the morale of the people could not change the difficulty of the battle. In this life-or-death battle, the situation of the defensive line could only deteriorate day by day. This was an unchangeable trend.
The number of monsters was huge, as if they were endless, but the number of soldiers guarding the city was decreasing every day. The monsters did not know fatigue and were not afraid of death, but the will of humans was constantly wearing down. The monsters were not worried about the supply of resources and did not care about any losses. However, all the resources in Saint Sunil City were limited, and its shields and walls were not the legendary palaces of the God of War that could last forever in war.
On the fourth day, the attacks of the Crystal Cluster Giants suddenly intensified. An army of monsters that wandered over from the southeast of the Saint Spirit Plains was attracted by the frontline and began to attack the eastern wall of Saint Sunil City. This unexpected attack almost broke through the defenses on the eastern wall. After a bloody battle, the Knight Corps and the Royal Mages finally repelled the enemy's attack. However, the price was thousands of deaths in the battle.
The bodies that were carried down from the wall were not sent into the inner city but burned directly at the foot of the outer city wall. The thick smoke and pungent smell lingered in the outer city for an entire day, even covering the famous smell of 'Trout Street' that lingered all year round.
In a house near the wall in the inner city, a tall, thin man with a turban on his head pushed open the door and walked into the house. As he took off his coat and hung it on a hook on the wall, he raised his eyes and looked at his companion sitting behind a table nearby. "The reserve team has been sent to the wall. It is said that the shield is becoming more and more unstable. The attacks of those monsters often penetrate the shield and land on the wall."
The tall, thin man's companion was a middle-aged man with a yellowish face, thick limbs, and messy hair. He was playing with the machine on the table while scratching his hair. After hearing the tall, thin man's words, the middle-aged man raised his head and said, "Director Amber sent a message. They are already close to the mouth of the river near the Valley Corridor and are fighting with the monsters there."
"… Having accurate information is better than anything." The tall, thin man sighed softly. "These days have been really difficult."
The middle-aged man with thick limbs nodded in agreement. But before he could speak, a sacred and fanatical aura suddenly spread from the direction of the street and interrupted their conversation.
The tall, thin man quickly approached the nearby window panel and stuck his eyes to the gap of the window panel. He saw a team of Knight in white armor and white robes striding toward the city wall. Those knights did not wear helmets. Each of their faces was tattooed with sacred words and symbols. Visible holy light shrouded the Knight's head and shoulders. They had a fanatical expression on their faces as if they were not going to the battlefield but to the divine kingdom of eternal life.
The tall, thin man moved away from the window and said to his companion, "It's the Knight of the Sacred Army … His face is full of tattoos."
"The Pope's Internal Guards … Now even the reserve team of the Church of the Holy Light is involved," the middle-aged man with thick limbs said in a deep voice. "It seems that they are not having a good time."
…
In the Cathedral of Holy Light, on a high tower, Veronica stood in front of the window and watched the devout Knight of the Holy Light being led to the battlefield by two combat bishops. She sighed slightly.
In her vision, the devout and fanatical Knight of the Holy Light and the two bishops who led them to the city wall were all burning torches of the holy light. Although they were holy and bright, they were no longer human.
She left the window and looked back at the other torch of the Holy Light standing beside her. "Sandy, let's go to the Bright Hall."
The priestess named Sandy immediately said, "You still need to rest. You have lost too much in the last battle."
Veronica shook her head. "When fighting for God, a little fatigue is nothing."
In her vision, the torch of the Holy Light named Sandy immediately became bright and said in agreement, "You are right. Let's go to the Bright Hall."
In the Bright Hall, the holy light shrouded the place, and a faint holy and ethereal voice echoed in the air.
The Pope?? Ivan III had left his Holy See at this moment. This powerful Blessed of the Holy Light held the platinum scepter that symbolized the spokesperson of God. Although his extremely old body was bent, he still stood in the middle of the hall without wavering. The holy light from the sky shrouded his head and condensed into an illusion like a door. Around the Pope, the archbishops who were qualified to enter the Bright Hall were surrounding him.
The bishops were currently holding a special prayer ceremony. Their eyes were lowered as they piously called for the God of Holy Light's response in their hearts. Not a single person spoke, but the sound of prayers kept echoing. And, all of these prayers were directed at the God of Holy Light. The door that converged above Ivan the Third was in the midst of the incessant prayers. Holy??? Ivan III closed his eyes slightly and pretended to listen attentively. He was carefully listening and distinguishing among the low murmurs of Chaos as he received the oracle from the God of Holy Light.
After the first prayer ceremony, the Holy Light. Ivan III opened his eyes slightly and saw Veronica standing in front of him.
The 'Saintess Princess' entered the Bright Hall halfway through the ceremony, but she did not interrupt the ceremony but waited quietly until now.
The Holy Light. Ivan III spoke gently, and his voice had a strange resonance. "Veronica, the most devout child of the Lord, you are here."
Veronica lowered her head slightly and did not look directly at the Pope as usual. "Your Holiness, I am here to listen to the will of God."
The Holy Light. Ivan III nodded slightly, and a complicated expression of excitement and solemnity appeared on his old face. "The power of sin is closing in step by step. The holy warriors have sacrificed a lot. The suffering people are praying for the blessing of the Holy Light. The God of Holy Light can no longer bear to see all of this continue. He ordered me to prepare for the coming and resist the darkest moment."
After that, the old Pope paused, and there was a trace of pity in his voice. "Mortals, after all, still need protection and guidance …"
Veronica lowered her head devoutly, and after two seconds of silence, she said softly, "… Ah, yes."
The Holy Light. Ivan III smiled and nodded with satisfaction. "During the coming ceremony, the Bright Hall will be completely closed. All low-level priests and priests are not allowed to enter. Veronica, you are the most devout child of the Lord, and also the bridge between God and mortals. You are responsible for guarding the door until the crisis is over."
Veronica kept her head down, and said gently and respectfully, "Yes, Your Holiness."
…
Deep in the endless ocean, beyond the blockade of storms and chaotic magic fields, on the continent of 'Io' ruled by the sirens, a large-scale facility was gradually taking shape.
This was the eastern part of the stranding zone of the siren's royal city, Antavine. The wide and flat platform faced the towering alloy wall of Antavine. The sirens had built a large square on this platform. The square was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of sirens (the smaller mermaids or the denser sea serpents). And in the center of the square, construction machines were assembling a large number of alloy frames, machinery, and building materials into a tower that was hundreds of meters tall.
The tower had begun to take shape, and it looked like it was made of several layers of shells of various sizes. The streamlined building structure had a unique beauty from the deep sea. The sea-blue decorative lines were layered, and the tower was divided into three main parts. The base was thick and low, the tower was tall and straight, and at the top was a large sphere suspended in the air. The sphere was filled with rippling water light, as if it was made of pure water, but it maintained its shape and showed no signs of disintegration.
The deep-water technicians were busy around the tower, installing the ancillary equipment or debugging the various systems that were ready. A woman in a sea-blue dress, with a graceful and luxurious temperament, with her lower body coiled up with a snake tail, was "standing" on a boulder near the square, watching the tower under construction.
A female officer with a snake's tail, holding a trident, climbed up the boulder and bowed before the Queen of the Sirens, Petia. "Your Majesty, the Elemental Tower will be ready in twenty-four hours. After that, we just need to wait for the accurate positioning signal from the Western Continent."
"Very good. Everyone has worked hard."
"This is our duty," the female officer said. "But … the cost of building and activating the Elemental Tower is not cheap. We have sacrificed a chance to ignite the reactor."
Petia wanted to say so, but it did not seem appropriate for the queen to say so.
"The arcane energy extraction technology that Tyre has sent back is enough to compensate for this loss," the siren queen said softly after a brief moment of thought. "Not to mention, we may get a lot of additional energy materials."
"… Yes, we've already connected the energy storage unit's energy pipeline to this side. The conversion, purification, and extraction equipment are all ready. However, we still need to verify whether or not the new food Tyr mentioned meets the standards."
"It's okay. Even if we can't use it to recharge the spaceship, at least we can eat it." Petia was very open-minded. Or rather, the sirens were always open-minded. "It's good that we can adapt to the environment of this world."
As she spoke, she looked into the distance again. She saw another group of deep-sea technicians operating the construction machinery to install various protective equipment around the square. She said slowly, "This time, other than paying attention to the order of the meal, we have to be careful. After all … this time, the biscuit is alive. The occasionally active big squid is not easy to deal with, but a living biscuit should be the same. "
(Recommended book by a friend, Xianxia theme, Blade Yigeng's The Old Man Goes East With His Sword. While this book is still young, there is no need to worry about the follow-up of a great author's book.)
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