Black Scepter Chapter 148: The light of dawn (2)

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"Our Jihad will spend the winter before the Constantinople fire.

Giovani's speech made the hall instantly silent, and then the cardinals were excited and full of courage.

"My Lord is up, our army will win!"

Looking satisfactorily at the obedient bishops in front of him, Giovanni closed the meeting with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. It was just that when the bishops dispersed, and when he got up and left, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his body slanted, as if he had lost power, he almost fell back to the throne--

"Pope, you..."

The appearance of Nei Shi changed beside him, and quickly helped the supreme **** spokesperson, but when he stepped out, he saw that the majesty of the Pope's hands clenched into fists, shaking slightly...

As if Giovanni was suffering, he closed his eyes and looked pale, but he didn’t wait for the waiter to reach out and hold his hand, his expression returned to normal-the clenched fist slowly loosened, Giova A bitter smile appeared in the corner of Ni's mouth, and then patted the paternity's palm gently, and said softly: "I'm okay, maybe I'm overworked in the past few days, and I got dizzy when I stood up."

The inner servant bowed his head and dared not respond. Giovanni was accustomed to their awe of himself, whispered to encourage him a few words, and stepped away from the hall.

He walked all the way, but his slightly curled corners slowly hung down. Obviously his mood was not as relaxed as before. When he returned to the magnificent residence in the Vatican, he stood in front of the door of the heretic tribunal. It made him frown slightly.

"The Pope."

The killing machines will not flatter the bishops, kneeling on one knee and presenting the letter in their hands.

Giovanni understands that this is a very urgent letter, and it should have just been sent, otherwise it will not be sent to his residence immediately after the meeting, and tear the dark red wax seal to enter the purpose. A few lines of words raised his eyebrows.

"Duke Morpheus?...Do you think you can beat me this way?"

He muttered to himself, and immediately remembered the messenger in front of him, squeezing the letter in his hand, Shen Sheng asked, "What else did Maxim say?"

Maxim, one of the three giants of the heretical tribunal, is now outside the Bari Chebutija Palace and will only fight the battle. At this time, the message that the sacred Gabriel passed to the pope is no longer tied to the previous carrier pigeon or fast horse Instead, the most hostile magic circle was enabled, so the news at this time was almost simultaneously communicated to Giovanni.

Maxim mentioned in his letter that his troops found a small group of troops in the rear. This team from Lampard’s territory has only thirty people, and it seems that it is coming. The other party was camping on a hillside far away, and it seemed that the threat of 40,000 jihadi troops attacking Buttigia and 150,000 purgatory beasts were not taken into consideration...

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Giovanni thought about all the strange things, but there is no clue at all-because no matter what, these dozens of people seem to be the same. The result of a 10,000-person war.

Her Majesty’s heart is a little uneasy, but there is no conspiracy to want to serve as the Grand Duke, in front of the absolute strength of the “Jihad”. Giovanni remembered the power of the purgatory forces behind him, and he immediately settled down, put away the letters and let the members of these referees retreat, and walked into the room that had been prepared for "light purification" in advance.

The dizziness he felt when he just left the hall made Giovanni himself a little strange, but thinking about his previous contact with the purgatory demon, he only stood at this time when it was a natural "rejection" reaction. On the Vatican's highest level of magical array, he just wanted to quickly purify his purgatory, but he didn't find his eyes unconsciously...a flash of blood flashed.

Purification begins, and the supreme pope of mankind is gradually overwhelmed by the golden light, as if experiencing the baptism of the deity.

However, the youngest and most ambitious pope in history did not know that what was waiting for him was an unknown catastrophe.

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"How many times is this the result of the battle?"

"Thirteenth time, the data has stabilized and there has not been much fluctuation."

"How large-scale battles can Compton calculate now?"

"Honestly...I haven’t seen him when he is struggling...Thousands of players have almost no errors. More than ten thousand card game simulations have been simulated seventeen times, basically within one minute. The result. Of course... we have no way to confirm whether the result is accurate."

"This is enough."

Morpheus nodded and looked at a piece of data about Lampard’s various armies fighting the purgatory beast. He felt more confident in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he asked again: "What about the blood race?"

Irindal took three or four sheets from the stack of parchment in her arms and handed them to Morpheus, "It looks like William is willing to cooperate with your plan. He agreed to all the requirements and has continued to seek cooperation. Intention..."

"It is necessary to cooperate, or how can the blood race talk about revival?" Morpheus shrugged and did not take those guys who had caused him headaches into consideration. "The crossbow of the August Empire has already begun to be made?" "

"The first batch of products has been manufactured. Although this is the maximum efficiency that all Byzantine craftsmen can achieve, the performance of the finished product is still worse than that of the original crossbow," Ilindal pulled out a comparison data. Raised in front of Morpheus, "Fortunately, the advantages in quantity make up for these shortcomings-by the way, and the news of the division of the night watchman of the August Empire, Scarlett hopes to help in this war. "

"Let her take all the magic crystals she can take to Byzantine East China Sea to find Fahna and tell her... within ten days, she will win or lose." Although the voice of Morpheus is not generous and generous, it is difficult for ordinary people. With her confidence, Yilindal's footsteps were slightly fixed, looking at the Morpheus, which was very different from before, and her heartbeat was a little faster.

"How is the layout in the territory?"

"Duke Morpheus, this doesn't seem to be my responsibility." Irindal recovered, and was a little ashamed for the **** just that moment. When he answered Morpheus, he brought a lot of playfulness and ridicule. But I did not expect the youngest grandpa in history to pat his forehead and said to himself: "The same is true, I should go to Creevey--"

Not waiting for Irindal secretly pouted to express his dissatisfaction, Morpheus smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the intelligence consul with his face turned, said: "Of course, I still have some things unclear, you can not go. "

Count your acquaintance...

With a brisk pace, Ilindal and Morpheus walked out of Lampard City and walked towards the low-pit basin where thousands of people were busy, not far from the wall.

There are now a total of 580 magic cannons researched by Sunderland and others on the walls of Lampard. Poor angry angel Mars was shot as a target for thousands of times and finally completely annihilated, and he 'S death, in disguise, shows how terrible lethality these weapons on the wall are.

At this time, these artillery pieces were directed at the artificially created basin in the distance. The cold metal surface of the gun body was covered with complex magic patterns. The base was connected to the energy-converting Xida tree. The firing interval was Controlled up and down for ten seconds, the range is more than three kilometers, the landing point is accurate, and the lethality is huge.

Of course, its huge energy consumption can only be borne by Lampard, who owns the Tree of Hida.

"To be honest, I haven't seen your countermeasures yet. Do these defenses in the territory...are you waiting for them to attack the city?"

Although Ilindal conveyed the Morpheus commands to the troops below, in fact she could not guess what Morpheus wanted to do. Teams were sent to all parts of the mainland, almost all available resources. Use everything, including Fahna’s naga, Scarlett’s “dark blood”, William’s blood, all the army of Byzantine, the ten major families represented by Consanas, etc. On the bright side, the mainland is doing a stubborn resistance , But in fact the current is surging, these resources are quickly transferred from all places under the order of Morpheus...

It seems that the battle will take place in Murenthal, but in fact, the layout made by Morpheus is almost all over the continent. What Ilindal does not understand is... Why are these things built in the territory with great fanfare?

"Countermeasures? There is no countermeasure, to deal with a group of irrational enemies, defeating them is not as difficult as imagined, but it needs some preparation." Morpheus saw Compton in the distance, stretched out his hand, turned his head and continued. : "The only thing to pay attention to now is to keep all information transmitted at the fastest speed, whether it is my order or the enemy's movement."

"No problem."

Irindahl was quite proud of his chest, but then he felt that he seemed to be more "pretentious" in front of him. He could not help coughing and concealing his slightly rippling mood.

The big guy, Compton, walked over expressionlessly, and Morpheus raised his hand and pulled out a card~IndoMTL.com~ threw it to him.

"All the next card calculations, take into account the effects caused by this card," Morpheus folded his hands slightly, frowning and contemplating for a moment, whispering: "Take Ashcandy's cards away, all The situation does not consider her existence."

Compton mechanically nodded his head, but Irene Dahl raised his eyebrows high, and some wonder why Morpheus said so. In her view, when dealing with the enemy, Ashcandi, an extremely powerful blood family, may be the most powerful pillar of the Principality of Lampard. If she is not allowed to participate in the war-is it...?

"This card--"

I didn’t wait for Irene Dahl to think more, but Compton, who was always silent, rarely spoke. His ten thousand years of frozen expression seemed to see some amazing things, staring at the card in his hand, completely Without the past calm.

Compton looked at Morpheus with some enquiries, but the latter nodded indifferently, and then started to prepare for the distant basin. Irindal quickly followed his footsteps, but was also curious about the card. The contents of the card were glanced at quickly. At the moment when Compton put away the card and left, she saw some clear writing on it...

"Cards: Rules."