Unlike the stern and unsmiling priests who exist in the general public's impression, as a high-ranking priest who serves the only god 'Mira', the Imam of the Gerald District looks more like a kind old physician on the outside.

She wore a dusty fur coat with several pieces of dark black monster fur on the collar, leaving ugly folds as if it had been burned by flames. Under the coat, the pure white robe was disorganized with dark traces that could not be cleaned, and if someone with an extremely keen sense of magic was present, he would definitely find that those dark traces were constantly emitting an extremely faint magical aura outward.

The seven-petal orchid insignia that represented her status as the imam of her region was polished and shiny, just as it had been when it had been handed to her by the previous archbishop sixty years earlier. Underneath that badge, another rudimentary medallion stamped from alloy steel also reflected a bright metallic sheen in the light.

It was the 'Order of St. Elran', the highest honor of the empire awarded only to the two hundred and five men who survived the fiercest battles of the Second World War.

The old woman, with a very masculine name, was slowly drinking a cup of tea with almost no taste of tea, as if it were some very fine tea brew. The faint white gas rising from the cup obscured her face, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Seeing General Zara enter the lounge, a smile suddenly appeared on her slightly thin face, and she asked in a familiar tone that she had seen her own juniors: "Zara, how was the harvest of the clean-up operation this time? Did you find any valuable information?"

"Hello, Imam," Zara said in greeting, bending slightly at her.

"It's a pity that the monsters that have come this time are all kinds of reptilian lifeforms, and they are also very toxic, and the materials on their bodies are difficult to recycle. Similarly, our intelligence agents will not be able to approach the passage through which they appear, let alone obtain information. Zara shook her head and replied with regret. He really felt that it was a pity, although these monsters were quite difficult to kill, but the various materials obtained from their dismemberment after being killed were also extremely high-grade magic materials.

In today's bad war situation, it has become a consensus to recover all materials from the enemy as much as possible.

"We've only had time to cut off some of the scales from those drakes," Zara motioned for the orderly to fetch the sample, and he continued, "More stuff is soaked in venom, and sometimes I even suspect that the monsters did it on purpose, they ......" Zara pointed to her head, "they're getting smarter." ”

"Now, then, Grandma Gerald, let's talk about what you really mean. ”

After staring at the boy he had brought out (the man in his forties was indeed a boy in her half-elf's eyes), Gerald smiled, "What a grown-up, little Zara." She sighed with emotion, put down the teacup, buried her whole body in the soft sofa, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to ask you for anything this time." On the contrary, I have good news for you. ”

"Good news?" Zara repeated suspiciously, laughing at herself, "In this situation, where is there any good news, Mama Gerald, don't joke anymore." ”

"You're still as impatient as ever, little Zara. She smiled, her tone full of nostalgia, "But maybe that's a good plus." ”

The old woman sat up straight and took out a charred scroll from her sleeve, her voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Zara's ears: "My god has sent down the latest oracle, and after ten and sevenths of the sunset, there will be a saint from beyond the root, and that is when we will fight back." Remember: do not look directly at the Holy One, for it will burn your eyes, destroy your mind, and silence all things. ”

It was just the old man's deep voice, but when she finished reading the scroll, Zara was sweating profusely and fell to the top of her chair.

"Although the recent situation in the Empire is not optimistic, that is not a reason for you to stop practicing the power of Mira, Zara. You're not even as good as those apprentice monks who have just graduated from the monastery!" Old Man Gerald said with some displeasure, but she quickly used a third-level divine technique, Silver Hand Blessing, to save him from his weakness.

Without answering her question, Zara was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why me? Shouldn't this kind of news be sent to the Imperial General Staff as soon as possible? And what about the Pope, did he ask you to come to me?"

"Looks like your brain isn't completely broken. Her voice became serious and cold, "This is an order issued jointly by the General Staff and the Pope's Hall, signed by His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope, and you, and the entire Southern Theater of Operations, will be responsible for receiving the coming Sage for the rest of the time. ”

"That's not good news, Mama. He took a deep breath and got up to push open the window, "I don't think I'm up to the task, after all, I can't even remember the contents of the Mira Book right now." What's more, it's still an unknown sage from an unknown place, what's the difference between this and sending the entire Southern War Zone to death?"

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This is another completely different kind of Frishi.

When he saw the figure that appeared in the sea of clouds, without warning, Su Xing understood such a fact.

"Hello, apprentice, I'm the Cultivator-Frishi. The tall woman who was constantly sowing tiny seeds full of vitality stretched out her fingers and touched Su Xing's head, and with lightning speed, she pressed the thinking avatar beside him into the solid rock countertop.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"You're naughty again, Xiao Si. And, according to you, I'm greeting you in my own unique way. ”

Facing the fierce eyes of the thinking incarnation, the green-haired woman who was carried by a giant tree smiled maliciously, she casually lifted her long hair, and said with a smile: "There are many people in the Great Research Center waiting for a cordial and friendly meeting with you, my compatriot, why don't I shout?"

"No, don't!

To Su Xing's surprise, the thinking avatar was suddenly stunned, she laughed, pulled herself out of the pile of rubble, slapped the dust a few times, and then jumped to the cultivator's side, and said with low eyebrows: "I came back this time, but it was also agreed by the upper body, you can't poke out my news, it doesn't matter if I am beaten, but I must not miss the rescue work——"

"I don't know when you became so dedicated to the public," the cultivator connected Su Xing to the giant tree, and drove it towards the Chinese-style tower that pierced into the sky in the distance, "Could it be that the last time my little rattan vine was secretly chopped into more than 500,000 pieces was fake?"

"Ahaha, this is all a mistake made when I was young, I changed it, can't I change it?"

Diarrhea is such a terrifying thing...... Tomorrow will be a little more, maybe two more?