"What do you mean?" the Pope finally broke the silence.

The cardinals, you look at me, I look at you, they are reluctant to say it, but judging by their expressions, it is clear that there is a consensus.

Eventually, a cardinal who did not receive the oracle resolutely said: "The believers are the lambs of God, and the priests and the Templars are God's shepherd dogs on earth." We should do our best to carry out the oracle, but we need to leave enough sheepdogs to protect the Lambs of God!"

Finally someone took the lead in saying what was on their minds, and the cardinals were relieved and nodded their heads in agreement. The Pope looked up and glanced at the brave cardinal, his eyes shining with admiration, which reassured the cardinal, who had already been apprehensive.

The same scene is being played out in the temple of the gods. Orders of Battle Officers and Knights Templars were formed and sent to the Baroque Kingdom.

On the road leading to the Baroque Kingdom, you can see teams with different flags pouring into this country belonging to the god of war. And the convoy of logistical supplies is endless. With such a large army, even the Baroque kingdom, which occupied the rich Pampas, could not afford to be replenished, and needed to urgently buy large quantities of food and military supplies from neighboring countries, and this was when many troops had partially supplied themselves.

The dispatch of the various churches was tense and unhurried, and the armies of the secular aristocracy advanced in an orderly manner. They all knew that there was plenty of time to prepare for a battle that would allow the gods to unite to issue oracles. Intruders spend a month or more in the teleportation tunnel, and when they exit the dimensional portal, they are met with head-on attacks.

This was an important rule for the gods to protect Faro. In the entire history of Faro, only the invasion of the Star Beast broke the blockade of the gods, and it was only three days before and after the oracle was sent down to the appearance of the Star Beast in Faro.

The attitudes of the temples and churches in preparing for war also vary. All the churches that could arrive at the battlefield within the time limit sent powerful battle priests and knights, and farther afield, they sent a small number of high-ranking priests and sanctuary knights to the Baroque kingdom through costly temple teleportations.

And those countries and churches that would not have been able to reach the battlefield in any case within a month declared that they were ready for a second wave of troops, and promised not to wage war against the countries involved in the war against the invaders during the oracle war and for the year that followed. It is not surprising that several of the suddenly weakened Church of the Gods seemed to be slightly reserved in their preparations for war.

The Baroque capital is currently holding a grand ceremony, and King Arnold, dressed in golden armor, is walking up the 800-level scarlet steps in front of the Great Temple of War. Behind him were as many as a thousand of the Kingdom's War Guards, also clad in golden armor. At the entrance of the temple, the people who greeted them were already divided into two columns, including bishops, powerful men, and young men and girls wearing priest's robes as honor guards.

When Arnold walked to the twenty-meter-high temple gate, the maidens were holding the golden scepter and scarlet papal robes. Arnold draped the papal robe directly over his body and walked into the temple.

He was both the king of the Baroque and the spokesman of the god of war on earth. The grand prayer service was held under the auspices of Arnold, and a moment later the will of the god of war descended, and the voice of the god resounded like thunder in the depths of the soul of every sufficiently devout believer:

"Grab your swords and crush every intruder!"

After receiving the oracle, Arnold strode to the door of the Temple of the God of War, and at the top of the thousand-level long steps, he looked down at the neat phalanxes assembled in the square below, and suddenly raised his scepter, his whole body shining with golden light, and let out the battle cry of the Baroque tradition!

Locke, tart!

Arnold's voice was as loud as that of a god, and it spread far away, covering a radius of kilometers around it. All the soldiers who heard his battle cry were all enthusiastic!

This baroque war cry comes from an ancient saying, which means that there is no return.

I glorify my god with my sword! I defend the land and the people with my sword! Fight, fight, and win! Locke, tart!

On the square, one by one, the squares began to turn, and drove in turn to the battlefield for which they were about to fight for life and death.

It wasn't until the last phalanx left the square that the Shaolin abbot of the post-80s was stacked, several chains hung down from the roof of the hall, and the ends of the chains passed through the shoulders and legs of a man sitting cross-legged, confining him to a square inch. The man had his back to the doorway, and had strange black hair like a waterfall, black hair shiny and flowing, and seemed to be a young and light man.

Arnold stood at the door of the hall for a long time before he shouted: "Zonghu ......"

It's been five years, and this is the first time you've come to see me. It was a young man's voice, lazy, but without any respect for Arnold.

He didn't look back at all, but moved his neck and made a crackling sound, then raised his right hand as a greeting, and said, "You wish I would die soon! Let's just say it, I'll see how you feel, if you're in a good mood, maybe I'll help you, who made you my father, haha! However, for the sake of you damn that you actually brought me to the world, I can sue you in advance, and the price for me to make a move is very big, so big that you absolutely want to hit the wall. ”

Arnold's face was full of black air, he raised his head up, looked at the dome, opened and closed his mouth and said a few words silently, before he got down, regained his composure, and said: "There are powerful alien invaders who will appear in the Baroque Kingdom, and all the gods have issued oracles. The strength of the invaders this time may be second only to the invasion of the Star Beasts. Although I believe that this war will be won, the Baroque kingdom may be destroyed in the flames of war. I need you to preserve as many of the kingdom's people as possible. ”

The young man laughed and said, "That's your country, your people! What does it matter to me? I wish I could kill all the men and kill all the women!"

Arnold's face darkened, but he still held back his anger and said, "You...... If you go out to battle this time, you can pick one of the three artifacts of the God of War Temple. ”

"The three artifacts are going to be used, it seems that your situation is indeed not good! The young Zonghu said lazily, "Bring all the three artifacts, I can consider taking a look." ”

"That can't be!" Arnold snapped.

Zong Hu finally turned around, revealing a beautiful and cold face that was enough to captivate the city, male and female, but it was still a young man's voice that came out of his mouth, clear and powerful, and sneered: "Impossible? Besides me, who of you can really exert the power of the three artifacts? The artifact fell into your hands, it was simply a waste!"

Arnold was silent for a long time before he said: "The three artifacts can be handed over to you, of course, they will be taken back after the war." So you can go to war, right?"

Zong Hu laughed, looking like a madman, and said, "Father, has too much time passed, and you really think that I am a madman who only knows bloodthirsty killing?"

"And what more do you want?"

Zonghu stretched out two fingers and said, "One, I want to be free." Second, the women in your palace, I will pick a few to play with. Don't worry, I'll give it back to you after playing. ”

Arnold seemed to have anticipated such a request, saying: "I can grant you both conditions." But once you are free, you will never be able to enter the borders of the Baroque kingdom again. As for the second condition, no problem either, except for ......"

Zong Hu directly interrupted him: "If there is the word 'except', then there is no need to talk about it." You know, I just want to play with the women you value the most. Think about it for yourself, whether the country and the people are important, or your beloved ones are important, my dear father!!"

Arnold involuntarily took a step back, his face ashen. He pointed at Zong Hu with his finger, his fingers trembled slightly, but after half a day, he couldn't say a word of scolding, and finally sighed and said, "I...... Promise you, wait for the ...... after the war."

"Of course before the war! Maybe I'll die on the battlefield? I won't leave you this opportunity. ”

“…… Good. It took some effort for Arnold to spit out the word.

Zonghu turned his head again, stared at Arnold with a pair of beautiful and bottomless eyes, and said, "You are really a good king!"

As if he hadn't heard his sarcasm, Arnold's golden armor flashed, and a battle axe, a shield, and a helmet appeared on the ground. Then he took a gold plaque from his waist and laid it on the ground. This is a token of the king, and holding this waist card is equivalent to Arnold himself. With this waist card, Zonghu can go in and out of any place, and no one can stop him.

Zong Hu showed a charming smile, picked up the small battle axe, cut all the chains on his body with a few clicks, and then pulled out the chains one by one. The chains were rusty, and streaks of blood were pulled from Zonghu's body. Every time he pulled out an iron chain, Zong Hu's face would distort for a while, and he had to catch his breath for a while before he could pull the next one.

Finally, after all the chains were drawn, Zong Hu's feet were weak and he almost fell. He stared at Arnold, sneered, and said, "My dear father, you have really paid for these chains! I am afraid that it will take a week for my wounds to heal, and during this time I will wander around the royal capital at will, and if anything happens, you can bear it for me." You'd better pray that the invaders don't show up during this week. In addition, call more of those so-called strong people of the town, there are a lot of people like you under you, right? Although they are quite famous, they may not be of much use on the battlefield, but at least there are enough of them, and even if the other party chops them one by one, it will take a while. You should be able to survive my injuries, right, father?"

Arnold nodded heavily, then let out a heavy sigh and turned to leave.