As the boat slowly approached the old holy city along the river, the red bricks and green tiles of the cathedral gradually emerged from the shadows of the trees. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Compared to the new churches on the Hermes plateau, it looks unremarkable, with neither imposing chapels nor towering Babel towers. In terms of size, it may not be as grand as the churches in the capitals of the Four Kingdoms, but in the minds of most believers, this ancient and majestic building, together with the monastery, the martial arts arena, and the arbitration hall, constitutes the earthly palace of the gods.

It symbolizes the source of the Church and is the beginning of everything.

Isabella scoffed at this claim.

They would never know that the inside of the hill behind the cathedral was the place where the church originated.

As for the Old Holy City?

It's just a cover for people's eyes.

After the sailboat arrived at the dock, Isabella walked down the pier lightly, and the guards who came to greet her couldn't help but be stunned, "My lord, what about the other pure ones?"

"They'll arrive a day or two in the evening," she shrugged, "Your Majesty is in such a hurry that you have to give them some time to arrange for the aftermath." ”

"But Lady Jero said......"

"She's going to see everybody," Isabella interrupted, "yes, but she didn't say she'd see everybody at once." ”

This recall order is really a bit incomprehensible, in this way, the church is equivalent to giving up control of the dawn, without the supply of potions, the king will die in an endless sleep. She didn't understand why Jero had suddenly changed her plan, and there was no explanation in her will.

She was becoming more and more like a real pope, Isabella thought to herself with a little unhappiness.

Despite this, she set off as soon as she received the order, and it took her a week to return to Hermes.

"By the way, do you know what happened in the Holy City?" As she boarded the carriage, Isabella looked back at the guards behind her.

"The Church's advance army and the Greykeep army are engaged at the foot of Coldwind Ridge," the latter hesitated, "You should ask Lord Jero for details." ”

"Could it be...... The advance army lost?"

The Praetorian Guard did not reply, but nodded imperceptibly, then stepped on his horse and shouted to the coachman, "Go!"

Isabella lowered the curtains of the carriage, her mind full of doubts.

There is no doubt that there must have been a large number of Divine Punishment in this advance army, and only when the Divine Punishment Army has lost will the church hierarchy react.

But the Divine Punishment Samurai are not undead, and they will still suffer losses when faced with more damage than they can bear. Since the attack on Eternal Winter, the Holy City has lost nearly a hundred extraordinary warriors one after another, and she thought that Jieluo was used to it, but now it seems that this is not the case. The question is, how terrible were the losses in this battle that made Gerlo determined to recall all the pure?

The carriage drove through the lively streets of the Old Holy City to a camp near a desperate cliff. It was heavily guarded, no worse than the cathedral, and Isabella dismounted from the carriage and stepped into a tunnel carved out of the mountain wall, through multiple iron gates, into the mountain.

Under the cold light of the Divine Stone Prism, the majestic outline of the Privy Sanctuary appeared before her eyes.

She was led by the guards to the top floor of the library, pushing open the door of the ring hall, where the current pope was standing by the window and looking out, looking distracted.

"Looks like you've hit a hard bone, and you can't even take care of the Dawn Kingdom," Isabella whistled as she walked over to Jero, "but whatever, at least you have to leave the lady and the black veil over there to stabilize the situation, right?"

Instead of answering, she pointed to the figure below the temple and said, "What do you think they look like?"

Isabella frowned, "Does that have anything to do with the question I asked?"

"Small, ignorant, busy all day long without knowing why, like ants," she said to herself, "the gods probably see us that way...... Throwing yourself into a bloody battle in ignorance, dying in a daze, and not reaching the top, it is impossible to know what the whole world looks like. Luckily, I'm one step closer to God's will. ”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"As long as I can devour the new king of the Grey Keep, I will be fifty percent more sure of winning the battle of divine will," the corners of Jero's mouth raised, and her eyes flashed with a light she had never seen before, "I have a faint feeling...... It was the gods who sent him to me. ”

Isabella was silent for a while and then said in a deep voice, "I just want to know, how much did the Divine Punishment Army lose in that battle at the foot of the Cold Wind Ridge?"

"One hundred and fifty men were killed, and eleven more died on the way back to the Holy City," Gerlo looked at her with burning eyes, "and the enemy was almost unscathed, neither a giant shield nor a spear could threaten the defensive line of Roland's army. ”

Isabella's heart suddenly set off a monstrous wave, a single battle can make the Divine Punishment Army lose more people than the capture of Eternal Winter and the Wolfheart, plus the defense of the Demon Moon combined?How could a prince of the Grey Keep have such great power?

Witches, knights, no, they weren't worth mentioning, even the mighty Helldreaded Beasts would die under the siege of the Divine Punishment Warriors, and she couldn't imagine how the other side could do it.

"A terrifying snow powder weapon," Jie Luo seemed to see through her thoughts, "it can be used by mortals, it has a range of more than a thousand paces, and its power can easily break through plate armor and iron shields, and with almost no shooting gaps, our people are completely targeted." ”

After listening to the whole battle, Isabella took a deep breath, her face cloudy, and it took a long time before she spoke, "So you lost." ”

"It was a setback for the Church, and Solly Dahl's judgment was too hasty—"

"No, I don't mean fighting," she interrupted, "but rather about what we've said before, "Only the one who wins is God's favorite," and it seems like you're not the one who is you. ”

"What do you think...... Roland Wimbledon is more likely than me to win the smile of God?" said Jero, calmly.

"Don't forget our purpose!" Isabella couldn't help but raise her voice, "Defeat the devil and keep humanity alive - I don't care if it's up to the church to do it! This battle has already made the difference, even if you gather all your strength and defeat and devour Roland, what good will it do for this purpose? His army and witches will be slaughtered, and there will be no more people left in the Divine Punishment Army, and then what? In less than half a year, it will be a new evil moon!"

For a moment, she even thought that Jieluo would kill her, but until the end, the other party did not react.

"And what do you want me to do?"

After a long silence, the Pope asked softly.