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Emperor Karl-franz's face was very gloomy as he watched Vickmar walk out.
Marshal Rick Helberg thought about it again and again. As a simple soldier, Helberg knew that he was not suitable to participate in politics, so most of the time, unless it involved military matters, Helberg did not speak.
But now, he needed to speak. "Your Majesty?"
"What's wrong, Helberg? In this dark moment, what do you want to say to me?" The emperor quickly recovered his sense of humor, but there was a haze on his face that could not be dispersed.
"We don't have the ability to stop him. I mean … I'm not talking about Man Frey, I'm talking about His Majesty Vickmar, Your Majesty." Helberg sighed. "We have never had a way to stop him. Never."
"No, I have." Karl-franz shook his head and emphasized seriously. Then he said lightly, "But this means breaking the tacit agreement. I've been the emperor for more than 20 years, Helberg. I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do. I can't be like Laing and make Morgiana the Lake Goddess listen to me, but I've never been someone's puppet."
"Your Majesty, you've never been one. The sword of Guard Rick will always be loyal to Your Majesty." Helberg bowed.
As if he felt Helberg's sincerity, the fifty-year-old emperor smiled and said, "Curt, as the emperor of the Empire, I want to ask you a question. You can use the strictest and most direct attitude to answer me, but you must tell the truth."
"Your Majesty, please ask."
"If we fight on two fronts and prepare to fight the Chaos army in the north and Sylvania in the east, do we have the confidence to win? If Vickmar were to gather all the troops he could and head straight for Sylvania, how confident would he be in victory? "The Emperor asked casually.
"Your Majesty, we are already fighting on multiple fronts." Helberg shook his head and said, "According to the report from Brittany's northern army, Chaos' attack has stopped in Prague. However, they can only stay there until winter is over. They won't be able to stay there for long. The Brass Fortress in Nord is getting restless, and there are also countless barbarian fleet in the north. Your Majesty, we are already fighting on two fronts. The weakened Auster and Austermark won't be able to stop Chaos' attack."
"As for the archbishop's chances of victory, I have no answer to that. We don't even know who our opponents are or how many troops they have." Helberg continued, "But the odds are not high, especially without your support."
"There's still some time. We have to thank the Brittany. They've bought us a lot of time. The army of Chaos has been stopped in Kislöw." After hearing this, the Emperor made up his mind. "Guards!"
"Your Majesty!" A Rick guard strode over.
"Tell Kintley and Von Codden to come here!"
"Yes!"
Soon, the two of them were brought to the Emperor.
Hans Gintley, the hero of the Rick Guards, the best of the best, the best captain outside of the inner circle knights. He was also the leader of the legendary troop "Gintley's Rick Guards Squadron" (there were only eight people). He himself was a master at the peak of legendary. Many people thought that Gintley would become the next Marshal Rick after Helberg.
Alberich Von Codden, a legendary demon hunter who specialized in vampires. He was a former member of the Brunswick Heresy Tribunal and the current demon hunter was the guardian of the Necromancer and Dark Valley. In the past few years, Von Codden had killed three vampires in Sylvania as proof of his glory and strength.
"The holy war in Sylvania is about to begin. We can't stay out of it." The Emperor said to the two heroes of the Empire, "Be prepared. You and your people will participate in the great holy war together until the undead are chased away from Sylvania and the land there belongs to the Empire again."
"Understood."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The captain of the Rick guards and the Demon Hunter mentor nodded.
Then, a team of Rick guards and a team of demon hunters would be enough. The Emperor thought in his heart.
Not enough, these people are not enough. Karl-franz soon had an answer. He asked his servant, "Where is my chief wizard?"
"Sir Galt should be in Faidolf, the residence of the Saul Hill."
"Very good. Here are two letters. One is to immediately send to Ivan, the Griffin Duke. Half-griffin knights are very important in this holy war. The other is to send to Galt. This war cannot be without the presence of magic."
"Yes!"
The Rick guards did not dare to delay and immediately took the letters. One letter was sent to Ivan, the Griffin Duke, who was already near Ostmark. The other letter was sent to the Magic Academy and sent directly from the Magic Academy to Saul Hill.
Faidolf, the capital of Saul Hill.
The chief wizard of the Empire's royal family, the great alchemist, the great teacher, the current ruling place of Barshaz Galt.
Normally, a wizard could rarely get a fief. At most, they could get a manor and a wizard tower. It was very rare for someone like Galt to get the right to rule a whole province from Emperor Karl-franz.
However, Galt had shown his military and political talents that were much stronger than normal wizards. This great alchemist could be said to be in charge of the army and the people. He would not fall behind in his magic research. His magic progress was also very fast. Now, he was a super powerful wizard who was close to the peak of the holy realm. He was one of the trump cards of the Emperor.
The streets of Faidolf were not peaceful at all. Although Galt's rune water was used to cure the disease, more and more people were getting sick. Under the strict military control, the number of residents on the streets was very small. Except for those who needed to work, buy all kinds of daily necessities, and go out for errands, most of the residents stayed at home.
"Ah ah ah!" On the street, a shrill scream was heard, attracting everyone's attention.
A middle-aged man of about 30 to 40 years old threw his cart on the ground. He held his head crazily and said, "He's here! He's here! He's here again. I saw it. We will all die. We will all perish! Everything will head towards destruction! "
"Ah ah ah ah!!!" The middle-aged man screamed crazily. The people around him were shocked by his actions. He took out a dagger and rushed towards the nearest passerby. "For the God of Darkness!"
"He's crazy. Catch him!" Under the command of the captain, the soldiers held the man down. When the captain was about to ask him what he saw, the scene in front of him changed.
The patrolling soldiers immediately caught the middle-aged man. The captain asked them to hold him down, but the middle-aged man became crazier. Horns began to grow on his head, and his arms were gradually covered by fur.
He was turning into an Orc!
"Kill him!" Under the captain's command, two halberds and a long sword pierced into the Orc's body. The middle-aged man struggled crazily until he bled profusely. Before he died, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
His gaze was terrifying.
That was a crazy gaze. It was twisted, venomous, crazy, torturous, and painful. It was even a form of relief for death.
The patrolling soldiers were confused. They quickly took out the holy items from the church or the great alchemist to pray. Some of them used holy water to wipe their foreheads. After they felt better, they hurriedly loaded the half-human half-orc into the cart and sent it to be burned.
Any Cultist, Mutant, Orc, and Corrupted had to be eliminated with fire.
On the streets, the Metal Wizards of the Alchemy College had a hardcover copy of "Holy Word Record 3.0" hanging on their waists. They were using holy water and holy words to comfort the residents and heal them.
The streets of Feidalf became quiet again.
Evil Moon Moslib was shining, and the green light shone on the land.
Soon, someone reported to Great Alchemist Galt, "This is the eighth person who went crazy on the streets in the past few days."
Great Mentor Pfitzman of the Flaming Sun Knights bowed to Galt. This Great Mentor of the Flaming Sun Knights did not need to be so respectful to the great alchemist. They were of the same level, but Galt's ability, in every sense of the word, had won over Pfitzman. He was willing to become half of Galt's subordinate and listen to his orders.
"We have to think of something, my great alchemist. Let alone the city, there are people going crazy in the villages all day long. Doomsayers, Cultists, and some people saw Nurgle's carnival team touring near Winter Tooth Pass. All the farmers who saw the show grew lupus erythematosus and lichen leprosy."
"The Empire is beginning to rot. My great alchemist, you have to think of something."
Seeing that Galt did not answer, Pfitzman continued to ask, "Saul Hill is not in chaos now because everyone has faith in you. We all have faith in you."
"Relying on the Emperor, the people rely on him," Galt said calmly. "It is better to lose one's skin than to lose one's mind."
"The Emperor probably has no energy to manage us now." The Great Commander of the Flaming Sun Knights thought that Galt was talking about Emperor Karl-franz. Pfitzman recognized the ability of the Emperor of Card very much, but he still expressed his own opinion. "Can you ask Baron Frey Derick of Nur to come to Faidorf? It's strange that the Knight King's Kingdom on the other side of the mountain doesn't seem to have the plague. Did the Sun King find a special medicine? "
Galt shook his head. "I'll do my best, but we have a bigger problem now."
The great alchemist handed the Emperor's letter to Pfitzman. The Great Commander of the Flaming Sun Knights was very surprised after reading it. "The Holy War in Sylvania, now?"
"Archbishop Vikmar insists on doing this." Galt nodded. His face hidden under the golden mask did not show any expression, but his voice could not hide the worry. "The Emperor can't stop him, and we can't either."
"Pfitzman, can you send a team of Flaming Sun Knights to assist our Archbishop?"
"If it's necessary, Mentor Lupio Blaze and his squadron of knights can do it." Pfitzman nodded.
"Very well, let Sir Lupio Blaze and his squadron get ready immediately." Galt nodded and looked at the row of holy water on the table. "I've just made thirty bottles of holy water. Arrange it."
Pfitzman left.
Galt stood still in the same place.
"Steel and gunpowder can't save the Empire, but faith can." A bald Saint appeared in the room. His entire body was covered in a golden rain of light, surrounded by the Divine Emperor's words. His every move was a sacred mark. His entire body was branded with sacred scriptures. His tattered ascetic robe made him look very spirited. "Saint of the Orthodoxy, my friend, perhaps you need my guidance."
"I learned from him that the passage to this world has been sealed by the God of Darkness. How did you get here?" Galt asked the newcomer. The great alchemist's expression was very respectful, but not flattering.
"This is just a projection of me. I'm not me, I'm still me." The shadow of Luo Jia, the original body of the Prophet, showed a very enthusiastic smile. He put his hands together, and the night sky of Faidolf was instantly covered by a golden glow. Dozens of Angels of Salvation appeared in the night sky. They came to the poor and sick people, healing diseases and wounds, bringing hope and salvation to the people.
This was a miracle! The human residents of Faidolf cheered, and the morale of the city was restored in an instant.
"My Lord, did you spend so much power just to show your divinity? Then I have to say that you are very generous. On behalf of the people of Faidolf and Sol Hill, I express my sincere gratitude to you. "Although Galt said this, there was no emotion in his voice.
Luo Jia seemed to have heard the sarcasm in Galt's words. He could not help but feel a little angry. He thought that he would be worshipped and praised, but when he remembered that the person in front of him was the favorite of his father, Luo Jia decided not to argue with him. "I'm here to deliver something."
"Deliver something?" Galt was a little confused. "I've already received enough."
"Sylvania, the cursed land." Luo Jia was as elegant and benevolent as a priest. He said compassionately, "Humans have sacrificed enough, haven't they?"
"What are you trying to say?" Galt was thinking. He realized that Luo Jia might have a point.
"Sometimes we need a plan B." Luo Jia's shadow nodded. "I'm talking to you from afar, so I can't say too much. But I've already prepared something. You are a genius, Galt. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have chosen you. I admire your achievements in magic and your loyalty to humans. I'm willing to share my knowledge with you."
A thick scroll of parchment was left on the table. It was covered with sacred scriptures written in the Goth language. Even without touching it, Galt could already feel the great power and the chanting of the Emperor's words.
"The Great Guardian is about to disintegrate. The Great Whirlpool is also falling apart." Luo Jia nodded. "Magic is becoming complete and returning to its former state. I hope my gift can inspire you."
"What should I do?" Before Galt could ask, Luo Jia's body had already disappeared in the golden light.
"Embrace your faith, my friend."
The scroll was unfolded in the hands of the grand alchemist. The golden robe made a series of metallic sounds. Galt began to study the words on the scroll.
Detailed Explanation of the Great Spell: The Great Wall of Faith of Luo Jia Aurelian, the Whisperer.
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