Blood of Mercury

As the sun sets in the west, it is time for believers to pray for evening prayers.

The crimson sunset light spreads softly like satin, shining in through the colorful glass, showing a smoky light and shadow in the church.

Twenty-seven hours have passed since the end of the light burial. After a full day of yesterday's brief session, the fourteen popes gathered again in the dome cathedral.

But the decisive difference from yesterday is that this time the number of people in the cathedral was not fourteen, but eighteen.

After the fourteen popes took their seats in order, four people who were obviously dressed differently from the pope silently stood behind the three gods, the Pope, Tyre, Lodakhan, and Koni.

Standing behind Luodahan was a slightly chubby male mountaineer who looked less than 30 years old. And standing behind Coni was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a gentle but sad expression.

Only two people stood behind Jupiter IV.

One is an old man with a spirit of vigor and a posture like a soldier.

The second person was completely different from the other three.

There was neither light flickering nor that strong sense of holiness that could be felt with the naked eye. Instead, he feels damp and dark, more like something disguised as a human than a human.

It stands to reason that a mere cardinal has no right to participate in such a top-secret meeting that only the Pope can attend.

But at this moment, fourteen popes, including Jupiter IV, have no doubts about the existence of this person.

The man lowered his head deeply, as if he was afraid that he would be recognized, or that something on his face would scare others, and he would never show his face at all.

But thirteen popes other than Jupiter IV still recognized him.

- He is Sail. The son of N'Zoth, the **** of truth and terror, who also served as the elect of the previous generation.

Coincidentally, Pope Turalyon II of N'Zoth is also here. But unexpectedly, he didn't show a scolding look at Searle, but inexplicably showed a relieved smile, lowered his head and muttered something - in short, it was definitely not a prayer.

At this moment, Jupiter IV coughed a few times in a low voice.

"Now. Guys," his voice was still his trademark slow, old and gentle, "the meeting begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly changed.

As the stature of the fourteen popes gradually faded and disappeared. Fourteen groups of bright ripples flickered from above the round table.

Soon, the ripples fluctuated violently, and the silhouettes of the fourteen righteous gods were stripped out of the void and sat in the air one by one.

After all the gods appeared, Tyre said directly: "Everyone. You must have felt the abnormal fluctuations on the Wall of Aum."

The faces of the other thirteen gods were also much gloomier than yesterday, and nodded silently.

"Now, you must have a deep understanding of the danger of the White Tower wizard to this world."

Tyre said in a low voice, his voice was gentle and rational: "If we let them mess around at will, even we will suffer a lot. We have plenty of time today. The forerunner coalition forces are spread out, and we will discuss the details tomorrow."

"Still using the old one?"

La frowned.

"If it weren't for the Scarlet Crusade of the Silver Queen a thousand years ago. We have succeeded. Now that Elcatel has been burned to the desert, the White Tower alone cannot resist us."

Tyre nodded helplessly, and glanced at N'Zoth, who was talking about something like his Pope: "Also, the disturbance of the Wall of Aum is getting worse every day... We can't wait anymore. No more. Defeat the White Tower, and I'm afraid we will all be dragged to the ground."

"N'Zoth just fell into madness last month, and it will take at least half a month for him to wake up from madness. We might as well use the strategy he made last time. When he wakes up, the battle will probably progress to the tough battle. Then let him adjust the plan."

"As it happens, the astrological wizards in the White Tower know that N'Zoth will go crazy in early December. Now we suddenly attack, but it is unexpected. We will definitely get good results."

Tyre's explanation made the gods nodded.

"Then. The meeting officially starts today. According to the old rules in the Mage Council in the past, when the even-numbered members hold the highest meeting, I do not participate in voting, but have a veto power."

Tyre said in a clear voice. His body radiated the warm golden light of the sun.

"Today's main content is... proposed by Elsacs, Coni, and Ke Lanwo. Fine-tune the number of Forerunner coalition forces. My personal suggestion is to triple it. Do you have any comments?"

"I think it's better to double as we negotiated a month ago."

Keni's gentle and ethereal voice sounded from the air: "The experience of the last jihad has told us that no matter what method is used, the result of taking the initiative to attack the White Tower will be the annihilation of the entire army... I think the number of Forerunner troops will be increased to that of the last jihad. Twice is enough."

"objection."

A feminine and moist voice resounded: "Twice is definitely not enough. Let's not mention the growth of the White Pagoda wizard in the past thousand years... Four saints can entangle four pagoda masters at most. Eliminate the long-lost hunter. Dragon Esther, even if the remaining four tower owners are divided into one, Elucado can't solve it."

"So I propose to quadruple the force. We don't lack this person. If we can't remove the defensive ability of the White Tower in the first wave of attacks, once the wizards open all the enchantments and drag them into a protracted war, we will It is very likely that a huge price will be paid to break the White Tower."

"I agree. Four times the force, stun them in one breath, and don't give the wizards any reaction time."

Elsacs' muffled voice came out from the completely sealed black and red armor: "The longer we drag, the more we will suffer. Once dragged into a protracted war, we will exchange our lives for their money. I would rather spend more than 10,000 pieces first. Life fills their barrier, and I don't want to fight a protracted war with them... The lessons of a thousand years ago are enough."

"It's easy to say. That's because you and Sivir's believers can only fight in the second wave of the attack." The God of Contract, who was holding a scroll in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, was obviously dissatisfied, "but the first wave But it's up to a few of us to come out."

"So, La—what's your opinion?"

Tyre interrupted him loudly.

La pondered for two seconds, and then said flatly: "Three times. At most three times."

"It costs a lot to train mercenaries, and I don't usually have much wear and tear like the Templars like you. Once my losses exceed 5,000, I won't be able to pay back even if I knock down the White Tower in the end."

"You don't need to care about the loss," Tyre said suddenly, with a warm tone, "because you and the Knicks believers will occupy half of the vanguard, and when the final division is made, the share of you and the Knicks is 30% higher than that of the others. ."

"But Thiel, I'm not involved in the second wave of tough battles."

"Can."

"make a deal."

Ra said without hesitation.

A golden light flashed past the scroll in his left hand.

The other thirteen gods present saw this scene, but no one cared. Or rather, they have long been used to this scene.

"So, quadrupling the number of Forerunners to 28,000 people a thousand years ago—do you have any objections?"

"Sorry Tyre... I'm going to vote for a dissent."

"And I."

After a brief silence, Lordahan and Coni sighed and voted against.

"Eleven to two, objection is invalid."

Tyre read in a solemn voice: "For the sake of concealment, Sivir, Kelanwo, Elsax and my followers will not participate in the forerunners. Except for the four of us, the others have given divine revelation to the believers after today's meeting, Prove the sanctity of this holy war."

"After the sun went down, the Knicks first sent 6,400 Blood Fingers to infiltrate the White Tower in batches within six days. Starting tomorrow morning, Ra dispatched 5,800 mercenaries to enter the White Tower within nine days."

"Others will start from the fourth day, transfer the believers in within four days, and mobilize the holy war in advance; and the four saints will be led by Pur to sneak into the White Tower after the meeting tomorrow. Everyone gathers on the evening of the tenth day. -When the time comes, you inform your Pope to stay here and keep in touch."

"Also, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Knicks, you asked your ghost masks to pick out the spies of the White Tower when other popes were mobilizing for jihad. This time N'Zoth was not in the state, only You can do it yourself."

Knicks nodded silently.

At this time, the figures of the fourteen gods have begun to gradually fade away.

Tyre said solemnly: "For Austria..."

His voice has not even fallen, and the figures of the other thirteen popes have begun to gradually emerge in the void.

The expressions of the fourteen popes did not even change in the slightest. However, the aura on them has indeed faded a lot.

In the blink of an eye, everything seemed to be back to where it started.

The only difference is that the sun has already set.

All over Farnes, countless devout believers suddenly raised their heads when they felt something after their regular evening prayers.

The holy war of divine revelation has begun. (To be continued.)