When the knight, who was holding his helmet and kneeling on one knee, demanded a full-scale war because God's realm was blasphemed by the Congress of Magic, the rest of the Grand Cardinals in the Bright Hall all drew crosses in front of their chests and shouted together, "We will purify those evil sorcerers with the holy light and make them repent at the feet of the Lord. The realm of God is not something that mortals can explore!"
Varantine, the leader of the ascetics, who was wearing a simple linen robe, stepped forward and said, "Your Holiness, Knight Shi Dong's request is made on behalf of all the devout believers. They are angry because God has been desecrated. Don't worry, the heretics in the north will not take this opportunity to attack us, unless they have already abandoned their faith and betrayed the truth. However, if they do so, their foundation will collapse. I think they will attack the Congress of Magic in anger. "
Varantine was barefooted. He had short blond hair and a pair of blue eyes on his thin face.
Under the lead of Varantine, more than a dozen Grand Cardinals who stayed in the Holy City, three leaders of the Inquisition, and the legendary Knight including Shi Dong made their request again, "Your Holiness, please give the order to start the second War of Dawn. Summon all the forces to fight against the Congress of Magic. Leave only the nobles who are guarding the Dark Mountain Range."
Benedict II raised the Scepter of Light in his hand, and his voice was old but as vast as the world itself, "I'm very satisfied with your devotion to God. I also feel the joy of God. But I have to ask you, is your faith in God so weak? Are you worried that the Congress of Magic will find out the secrets of God? "
"Mortals can never touch the realm of God! Have you forgotten God's teaching to us? "
His bright red cloak fluttered as if it was being blown by the wind, and an enormous holy aura of light suddenly appeared. It was omnipresent and unpredictable.
Faced with the pope's question, all the Grand Cardinals in the Bright Hall were rendered speechless. They began to reflect on their thoughts and the source of their emotions. Other than the fury that came from the blasphemy of God and the reaction of their own faith, there was also a lot of fear. They were worried that the Congress of Magic would discover the mysteries of God just like how they explored the world in the past. Therefore, they wanted to stop it and nip the horrible possibility in the bud!
"If I say that I am innocent, I am deceiving myself. The truth has been blinded by ignorance. I confess my sins. The Lord is just and merciful. He will forgive me and cleanse me of all my sins." After a short silence, the cardinals began to confess.
Benedict II listened to their confessions calmly and then said, "Although the Congress of Magic can't get close to the realm of God, their blasphemy is still unforgivable. Varantine, Vaharall, you two choose some ascetics and night watchers to go to the Kingdom of Holm to help Philibell. Kill the sorcerers and punish them for their crimes."
"At the same time, you will cooperate with some of the elves and druids in the Stroop forest and make it look like we're about to attack, so that they have an excuse to call back the druids who are working with the Congress of Magic."
"As you wish, Your Holiness." Vaharall, one of the three most powerful members of the Inquisition, and Varantine, the leader of the ascetics, bowed at the same time.
The rest of the cardinals felt that the pope's order was appropriate, but they also had a strange feeling. Something that could start a full-scale war and break the fragile balance of the continent suddenly became an ordinary blasphemy.
"That's fine. Although we are the most powerful ones, we are still suppressed by the alliance. If we start a war without any preparation, the result may be unbearable. Let's wait for the right opportunity. " The cardinals who had changed their minds drew crosses in front of their chests and left the Bright Hall.
Benedict II put down his scepter and went back to his study. A cardinal who had been waiting there for a long time asked, "Your Holiness, in the intelligence sent by Grand Cardinal Philibell, there is not only the news about the joint research of the Congress of Magic and the druids, but also the latest Holm Crown prize."
"Save the intelligence so that we can use it in the future. Right now, the most important thing is to deal with this blasphemy." Benedict II waved his hand and did not care about other "trivial matters".
It was not like the Cleansing List needed to be sent to every parish and every inquisition.
After the cardinal left and closed the door of the study, the pope calmly looked at the oil paintings of the popes on the wall.
Under the oil paintings were the names of the popes and the years from when they were born to when they returned to the embrace of the God of Truth.
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"Charles the First, Saint Calendar, 350 — 572."
"Alfonso, Saint Calendar, 387 — 633."
"Charles II, Saint Calendar, 408 — 686."
"Benedict I, Saint Calendar, 474 — 745."
"Gregory II, Saint Calendar, 548 — 796."
Benedict II put on a faint smile and murmured to himself in an old but peaceful voice, "How can mortals find the way to explore the mysteries of God?"
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It was Saturday morning, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.
In a manor near the town of Sariva, Felipe was doing a magic experiment seriously. Although he only came to the manor twice this week and did not stay overnight, the druids who wanted to make trouble could not find any excuse to tamper with the experiment data. However, Felipe did not care about the experiment at all. He was focusing all his energy on synthesizing an important living substance with non-living substances.
As the last alchemy circle lit up, Felipe saw the colorless crystal product in the low temperature.
He controlled his excitement and slowly increased the temperature. Soon, the crystal was dissolved into a colorless liquid, and a pungent smell was detected by the magic circle.
Felipe took a step back and released Identify. Soon, he got the result. It was a kind of fatty acid that he wanted to synthesize, and it was widely believed that the living substance could only exist in the body of living beings.
"There is no excuse to insist on the Life Force Theory anymore." Felipe forced a smile on his gloomy face, "I wonder how many old guys in the organization are willing to admit and accept it. Unless they change the definition of living substance, they will have to change their cognition. This time, I'm the one who overturns it. I hope it will be easier for other necromancers to accept it. "
Felipe had mixed feelings about the Life Force Theory that he had believed in for more than thirty years. There was joy, confusion, sadness, and excitement. If it were not for the fact that he was shocked by Professor's experiment of synthesizing carbamide, he would never be able to accept the fact, let alone change his cognition.
Outside his magic lab, a man in a black hooded robe knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Felipe was startled and asked in confusion.
"It's me, Traquair." The old and hoarse voice came from the door.
"Mr. Traquair? Why are you here so early in the morning? "Felipe asked casually and started to remove the magic circle that blocked the door of the lab.
Traquair was a sixth-circle necromancer who belonged to the Hand of Paleness. His arcana level was only three, and his power had been stagnant for a long time. He was sent here to help Felipe control the druids.
As soon as the magic circle was removed, Felipe suddenly realized that he was in great danger.
"No!"
Black tentacles made of the pure power of death suddenly rose from the lab. Once touched by the tentacles, a sorcerer's soul would be contaminated and he would never be able to cast the most powerful spells.
At the same time, mummies that were wrapped in black cloth crawled out from the tentacles and jumped at Felipe.
…
In the Dragon Root Hotel, Lucien was reading the brief report of the project, which summarized the problems that the arcanists encountered in the process of simplification. They all described the progress of their experiments and the difficulties that they couldn't solve without any hesitation. With this brief report, whoever published a paper on this topic would have to give them arcana credits.
"By analyzing the manure and other fertilizers used by farmers, we found that they did contain those elements, but the effect was not very good. Also, how should we solve the problem of mass production of manure? If we raise a lot of animals, they will consume a lot of food … "
"Our previous experiments showed that the growth of plants mainly depended on water and sunlight. Now, according to the analysis of the divine spells, we also found out that the plants also needed to absorb the elements in the soil. However, the mineral that contained those elements did not work even after sprinkling them on the soil."
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After the analysis of the structure of the divine spells, the sorcerers started their experiments with the help of the druids. However, the mineral powder that could be mass produced was completely useless. Therefore, they decided to experiment with the alchemy products that contained those elements.
"With the help of the druids and the divine spells, I believe that the arcanists will be able to find the alchemy products that they need." Lucien put down the brief report and put on his coat. He was going to go back to Allyn to teach the apprentices after breakfast.
As soon as he opened the door, Lucien saw Iristine and Arcelion walking to him with a smile on their faces.
"Mr. Evans, I'm sorry that we can't cooperate with your experiment. We have to return to the forest as soon as possible to defend against the Church's attack. "Arcelion, who knew the inside story, bowed to Lucien elegantly.
From their expressions, Lucien knew that they were not in a hurry. Maybe it was just an excuse, so he smiled gently, "It's okay. The data from the experiment gave me some ideas."
"What?" Both Iristine and Arcelion were surprised. They had tampered with the experiment data!
Lucien smiled, "Some of the oats that were added with water-soluble substances grew well under the divine spells that only stimulated the growth of the oats, and compared them with the experiments of other research groups, I can draw some conclusions and eliminate some unreasonable data."
With the result and the theory, how could Lucien not notice the anomaly in the experiment data?
"Ah …" The two elves were a bit embarrassed.
Lucien took out a paper that he had written a long time ago, The Comparison of the Data of Several Groups of Oats Treated with Sulfuric Acid and Some Conclusions. "I'm going to the manor outside the town to submit a report to the senior-rank arcanists. Your Highness, Her Royal Highness, do you want to come with me?"
"You can go by yourself." Iristine looked a bit tired. She wanted to destroy the paper but she was afraid of Lucien's power. At this time, Theodore and Julian also appeared at the other end of the corridor.
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The carriage was slowly moving on the road outside the town. Since it was winter, the sky was not completely bright yet. The surroundings were all gray and gloomy.
Suddenly, the Sun's Corona in front of Lucien's chest started to heat up, and at the same time, his Host Star of Destiny gave him a strong sense of danger.
Without thinking, Lucien rolled out of the carriage and activated the fifth-circle spell, Powerful Fire Shield.
A black shadow covered in a cloud of rotten gas fell from the sky and heavily hit the carriage that Lucien was on. The iron bars and the wood of the carriage rusted quickly.
"Huh, you dodged it." An old and hoarse voice came from the gloomy sky. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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