Papal States, the capital of Taylor, late at night.

In the square of the church garrison camp, the soldiers of the church army carefully transported boxes of heavy ordnance from dozens of wagons with the help of torches lit around them.

The clergy of the Church of the Heavenly Father pried open the lid of the wooden box, looked at the muskets and lead bullets wrapped in oiled paper, and looked at each other with solemn expressions, and were speechless for a long time.

Standing on the bell tower at the top of Taylor Cathedral, two mysterious men in gray robes looked at the busy crowd in the military camp in the distance, with different expressions.

One of them, a gray-robed man with a rather old voice, whispered: "Two thousand seven hundred Imperial military rifles of the Meriai type, forty tortoise-type open-opening shotguns for field operations, fifteen lion heavy mortars for siege purposes, and countless gunpowder shells, poison gas bombs, and incendiary grenades......

The younger gray-robed man said with bad intentions: "How do you feel as a former believer in God when you look at the servants who once served God, pinning their only hope on the weapons of the devil...... Myris?"

The old man, known as Myris, slowly pulled the hood of his robe with trembling fingers, revealing a face that was extremely white.

His cloudy eyes were full of confusion and pain: "God will not forgive such practices." ”

The young man took out a nail clipper from his robe, gently sharpened the bone spurs on his nails, and said with a smile: "On the day I went to meet the cardinal, you really should go with me to see how contemptible and pathetic the faces of those people in the church were. ”

Myris turned his face sideways and stared at the young man's countenance: "Katili...... No, the laryngeal bone ...... Why do you want to put the weapons of the empire in the hands of these hypocrites?"

The young man with a 'Katiri' face on his head, but known as his laryngeal bone, glanced at Myris, "Isn't the answer obvious? ”

"That's not right!"

Myris raised his voice: "My gut tells me that things are not as simple as you say they are, and you must still be planning something!"

Laryngeal lifted the hood with his fingers, revealing a harmless smiling face: "Planning? The church has fallen to this point, what more planning do I need to do?"

Myris grabbed the arm of the throat bone, and a look of nervousness and fear flashed in his eyes: "You and I both know! Even with these weapons, the church will never be the opponent of Twilight City! So, before this battle even began, the church has already lost!"

"What exactly are you going to do with so many weapons in the hands of someone who is bound to lose?!"

The throat bone brushed away Myris's hand in displeasure, and shook his arm: "Mind your own business, Myris." As we have always said, you help me perfect the preparation of the Necromantic Tyrant, and I will provide the necessary equipment and ingredients to help you resurrect your son Marcos. ”

Myris was stunned for a moment, his originally stiff palm was weakly put down, and he muttered, "Marcos......"

"Marcos' necromantic successor form has slowly reached the point where it is no longer sustainable. His consciousness was slowly drifting, and his flesh was gradually beginning to rot. Laryngeal played with the nail clippers in his hand and chuckled, "It won't be long before he becomes a foul-smelling, maggot-infested garbage and dies completely." ”

"The only one who can save him now is the tyrant. ”

The throat bone turned around and stared into Myris's eyes: "I gave you all the books that Theodore collected, and the notes he once made, and you have read them all." In the note, Sutherland, the sage who has been dead for thousands of years, can be resurrected by a tyrant, let alone your emaciated son?"

"And, over the years, we've secretly opened a tunnel under the Supuha Mountains. We have also secretly collected samples of the tyrant's raw materials stored by the Presbyterian Church and successfully transported them to our laboratory. ”

"Right now, the technology, the materials, the manpower, everything is ready. The larynx took a step closer to Myris, "What are you hesitating about? Don't you want to save your son's life? Are you willing to watch him turn into a puddle of rotten meat?"

"I ......" Myris's facial features twisted into a ball of pain, "I'm going to hell." ”

Laryngeal suddenly burst out laughing: "Hell, if the tyrant's necromancy succeeds, I'...... We will become the gods of this world, and heaven and hell will eventually be trampled under our feet!"

The throat bone rolled up his sleeves and peeled off the purple flesh that Myris had grabbed from his arm, little by little.

Throwing this piece of flesh full of corpse spots to the ground, the throat bone looked at the little blue light shining on the white bones of Sensen, and said in a cold and piercing voice: "I will repay them a thousand times more for everything the church has done to me! Not only their lives, their property, but also their honor, their faith, and their souls, I will bring them to destruction and destruction!"

With the grim words, the laryngeal bone stretched out his fingers to his face frantically, tearing at his face as if tearing off a membrane.

Chin, cheeks, nose, ears, lips......

Blood accompanied the fascia, the skin adhered to the nerves, and the sharp nails were torn off, revealing the nightmarish flesh and bone face.

Bringing his face closer to Myris's eyes, his laryngeal bones twitching his throat, his bulging eyeballs bloodshot: "Open your eyes and look at me! This is who you and I are! God, the Church, the Bible, and even the world are no longer related to you and me! We represent a new form of existence, the rise of a new species! We will eventually replace all living beings and establish a new era!"

Myris looked at the horror that was close at hand, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Sometimes I think you are an out-and-out madman, but looking back at the road I have walked, I find that I have already been infected by madness......

The laryngeal bone opened his chin wide, the musculature on his face kept shaking, and his words were full of pleasure: "The progress of civilization and the evolution of the times, madness is the source of all this! Only with madness can we get rid of the shackles of thinking; only with madness can we usher in the baptism of war......

Myris looked back at the Church army's camp and asked in a low voice, "I'll ask you again, why did you provoke a war between the Church and Twilight?"

The laryngeal bone cast his gaze further afield: "This war is just the first step in my plan...... When this war is over, I will pull the whole world into my crazy stage......"