Although the gods had left this world for thousands of years, there was no doubt that their majesty and will still existed in this world. Now, the last bit of authority they had left in this world had also collapsed. There was only one possibility, and that was that the gods had completely given up on Wohnde.
The believers of the Dead Moon waited anxiously in the hall. What happened in front of them was enough to completely topple their beliefs. However, the Supreme One with the Mercury Staff did not say anything. The bloody reality reminded them that the best choice at the moment was not to choose. The dozen or so cold corpses reminded them of this point.
Soon, a few liches came out from the darkness behind. They came to the corpses and placed their hands on the heads of the corpses. The corpses stood up shakily and followed the liches out of the hall like puppets.
Brando saw this scene and of course knew that it was the Undead Transformation spell. Most of the believers in this hall were the children of the Dark Nobles in the Holy City. The Queen of Madara dared to kill them, but she had to give an explanation to the families behind them. This was actually a political miracle in Madara. As human Dark Nobles, especially the Saints, they had a natural immunity. No matter what purpose they were executed for, they had a chance to be transformed into Undead and serve the Empire again — except for blasphemers.
However, this was not a good choice for these human Dark Nobles, because most of them joined the Holy Temple from a young age to learn how to serve the gods. Most of them were almost isolated from their families. Even if they returned to their families as Undead, they would not have any chance to stand out in this life. They might even be chased out to lead the army to fight against the elves and humans. In fact, it was almost the same as being cannon fodder.
"Your Majesty …" Brando said.
The Queen of Madara turned around and shook her head at him. There were still some aftershocks in the temple. The seventeen white bone pillars were still shaking, but it was not as obvious as before. In the aftershocks, only Her Majesty the Queen and the Lord Officiant beside her were able to keep their expressions unchanged.
Delfien went to Brando's side with a pale face. She was obviously not informed in advance. The scene just now had frightened her. A piece of stone flew past her left shoulder. If it had been a little higher, this daughter of the Prime Minister would have died.
Although she was now a summoned creature of a Planeswalker and could be resurrected even if she died, for this young lady, she was obviously not familiar enough with this identity.
"What happened?" Brando noticed Delfien coming to his side and immediately asked in a low voice. But the latter shook her head. She used her hand to brush away the wet hair on her forehead and answered with a trembling voice, "I don't know. Because the negotiations have already come to an end, Her Majesty the Queen will only meet you. Now that I think about it, she deliberately delayed the end of the negotiations until today. She and Archbishop Philip must have planned this …"
The two were almost whispering. Brando used his own law to seal the space, and he did not care if Her Majesty the Queen and Philip, who were a few steps away, noticed anything. "Why?" He asked.
"I don't know …" Delfien bit her lower lip and shook her head. "It's too sudden. But don't worry, I don't think Her Majesty the Queen is targeting us."
Brando actually thought the same. He felt that the woman in front of him did not need to go through so much trouble to deal with him. He looked up and saw Her Majesty the Queen pick up the mercury staff. But she did not speak. The one who spoke was Philip, who was beside her. The Archbishop, who had always been a wooden figure, took a step forward and stood in front of Her Majesty the Queen. He looked up and said sternly, "Be quiet.
Return to your seats and continue chanting. You must remain pious. No matter what you see or hear, you must not doubt the faith in your heart. Your Lord, your God, is calling for you! Go back, return to your seats, and pay your respects to eternal death and rest! "
His tone was not loud, but there seemed to be some kind of magic in his words. The believers looked at each other, but the bloodstains on the ground were enough to remind them what they should do. Soon, the hall reverberated with the low and oppressive chanting of prayers.
Philip turned his head and looked gloomily at the remnant of the icon.
Brando found the opportunity to speak again, "Your Majesty, you have to give me an explanation."
"I will." Her Majesty looked at him and replied coldly, "But not now. I don't have that much time to explain everything to you. You have to answer a question of mine."
"If it's the previous question," Brando replied, "then I have already answered you."
Her Majesty the Queen's cold gaze swept over him.
"I hope you will fulfill your promise. But responsibility is responsibility. You will understand this. Could Odin use a simple excuse to deny everything he has shouldered? But in the history we know, he and the Four Wise Ones did not choose to act as cowards."
"Naturally, I won't either."
"I hope so." She lifted her chin. The hall of the Temple of the Dying Moon had already cracked open. A beam of silver-white moonlight descended from the vault and shone on the altar, making Her Majesty's face appear snow-white. "Philip, take them to the Sanctuary of the Silent Death. Sopes, Netta, protect the Archbishop."
"Wait, what does this mean?" Brando froze for a moment. This woman was the one who summoned them, but after asking him a few strange questions, she wanted them to leave. He did not care what the Queen was up to, but he was not someone who would be easily manipulated.
He immediately had Andrea stop the Undead Lords who were walking up to the stage. He frowned and looked at the Queen on the stage.
"I said, I will explain everything to you, but not now." Queen Madara also frowned. "Madara has already satisfied all your requests. I need your attitude now. Can't you even do this?"
"What do you mean?"
The hall shook again. Behind Kleis's holy statue, the dark wall creaked. Some bricks protruded out of the wall and fell to the ground.
Brando watched as a crack of a few meters appeared on the wall. It was as if something was behind the wall, ready to break out.
Madara turned back to look at him, and then turned around with a calm expression: "Are you really going to discuss this with me here?"
"But …" Brando hesitated.
"Let's go. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. You are not a child, Count," Queen Madara replied coldly. "When I gave you the mercury staff, did I say so much nonsense?"
Brendel froze for a moment and suddenly realized that it seemed to be true. Although he had always regarded Her Majesty as a great enemy, she really didn't seem to have done anything against him other than giving such an order on the battlefield. But the final result was still beyond his expectations.
He looked at the Queen and nodded silently. "I hope your explanation is satisfactory."
After he finished speaking, he looked around and took in everything in the dilapidated hall. At this moment, he had a premonition that perhaps the scene that was playing out here today was not limited to the Holy City of the Undead.
But it did not matter. He could wait for the Queen's explanation.
With that, he turned around and left the hall with Andrea and Delfien. The Lords of the Undead wanted to stop them, but before they could get close, they were pushed away by an invisible force and crashed into the crowd of believers, causing a commotion.
The expressionless Philip glanced at the Queen of Madara, but the latter ignored him and nodded her head silently. The officiator immediately followed after them.
The hall was still trembling from the tremors, and from time to time, sand and stones would fall from the dome of the Holy Cathedral. The believers trembled in fear, looking at Brendel and the other two walking in the middle of the hall with fear and envy, wishing that they were the ones who left at that moment.
The Sanctuary of the Silent Death was located in the core area of the Holy Sanctum of the Dying Moon. A place like this was often a sacred place for meditation in a Holy Sanctum. Delfien happened to be there recently, and she gestured to Brando as she walked, telling him that there might be some situation there.
There was a long corridor outside the Holy Sanctum. Brando looked back and saw that Philip had not caught up. He waved his hand at the latter, indicating that she did not need to be so careful.
"What's going on?"
"When I was there a few days ago, I saw the Undead building something there, my Lord."
"What is it?"
"I only saw it from afar, but I thought that since the Undead could let me go there, it shouldn't be anything important. I only thought that they were repairing the interior of the Holy Sanctum …"
Brando frowned, but his thoughts were similar to Delfien's. Since Her Majesty was not afraid of Delfien seeing it, there should not be anything too fishy about the Sanctuary of the Silent Death.
However, this matter piqued his curiosity. Since Queen Madara had already made arrangements there, she must have been preparing for today's matter.
The Sanctuary of the Silent Death was to the north of the Holy Sanctum of the Dying Moon Sanctum. After passing through the long corridor, one could see the main entrance of the Sanctuary. However, the moment Brando stepped into the Sanctuary of the Silent Death, he seemed to have sensed something and heard a shrill scream from the void.
He froze and turned around, but Archbishop Philip's deadpan face suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Lord Officiator, did something happen?"
"They're back, Count Philip." To Brendel's surprise, the Lord Archbishop actually responded to his question and slowly opened his mouth to answer.
"They?"
"The gods."
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