"Archbishop Wataf, that's all you have to say?"

"Yes......"

"We are not yet in a position to rule whether there are any negligence and loopholes in your work in Elta." The presiding judge of the Special Council, the ecclesiastical historian appointed by the Bimonthly Archbishop, took a sip of Coke from a glass bottle, "What you said must be studied and discussed by the Council together with the materials you have brought, and we can reach a conclusion." ”

"I also ask the Council to uphold the tradition of impartiality and strictness...... "Wataf no longer knows what to say.

"This incident is not trivial, the Inquisition has already intervened in the whole matter, and now it is not a problem that you and I have a friendship or even a bimonthly archbishop can solve."

"Ahh......h Presumably my old bones are not to blame. ”

"Not necessarily. If the Inquisition is able to drive your enemies out, then you can still hold on to your position, even though you don't have any more expatriate oil and water to eat. But it's better not to kill like the red dragon......"

"'Ghost of the Seven Seas'? Who knows if that's a trick that the heresy will use as a trick to ask for money. Vataf whispered.

The chief referee clamped a stack of straw paper with a wooden clip, and replied helplessly: "But when people listen to heaven, a complaint can keep us dizzy, and it can also ruin all kinds of big people." After all, they have what they say—" The referee pointed to the ceiling, "to make them scared or unhappy." ”

At the same time, the middle floor of the temple of Lancas.

"Secretary Maiz, you said that this was obtained by Vatafu from the enemy to the west of Elta?"

"Yes, the Supreme God......"

"The gods all say that this thing has a cool breath, and the feeling beyond the sweetness is quite novel. And this bottle is also a rare boutique, and it is rare that the carvings are exactly the same. ”

"What do you mean?" Maez began to break out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that what Wattaf had brought was so high that he didn't know where to go, it really didn't count as this old fox.

What he didn't expect was that the male god who had come out to meet his subordinates today actually looked at Maiz with a rare greedy eye.

"Maizqing, your service is very attentive and comfortable—but you just lack this delightful gadget, and like the soft and transparent bottles and little picture albums you have gotten, you have not made such a novelty for a long time. From your ancestors, the cookie-cutter life is so tireless. ”

Maiz's cold sweat flowed even more. It was to set up his whole house on the fire and roast it. Fortunately, this is just incompetence, and in a sense, the gods of the present world still recognize his loyalty as an official of the inner court.

"Ma Yizqing, don't be nervous. I don't mean to blame you. The god on the throne contemptuously changed the order of Erlang's legs, "I just have a very important task to give you." ”

It was as if Maiz had crawled out of the pit of the dead in an instant, and the sense of freedom without guilt was so good. But his heart sank again. Task? What task?

"I have ordered the Inquisition to purge me of the heresy of making pleasure and driving the subjects out of Elta, and you are to join the Inquisition as I commanded, and to collect for me these knick-knacks that are pleasing to our friends while bringing death to our enemies."

"Yes, I will do my duty, Lord God." At least not a mission to die. This kind of work is not bad.

"But you should also know about the smashing of the roof of Hilzi's church, right? Ma Yiziqing, the heavy responsibility is on your shoulders, don't be careless! ”

Maez, who was once so fat that he couldn't show his expression, now knows how the word "prostration" is written all over his face if he looks in the mirror.

Although there is still more than a month before the beginning of spring warms, the Inquisition of Heresies, which has completely taken charge of the attack plan of the entire Elta continent, is already on the line, and it is eager to fight tomorrow. The human bomb dropped on the roof of the church sent Vataf to the new district with a kick of fear back to Lancas.

But they had to face the question, where is the enemy? Doniva has not yet returned to Elta's capital, so is it possible that the army of the two moons will march another thousand miles after crossing the ocean? The eastern part of Elta may still be able to sustain operations, while the central region has long been survived by blood transfusions from the west. What are you kidding, after knocking out Doniva's private army, go and maintain law and order yourself? It's ridiculous. However, the formation of the Red Dragon Country almost knocked them out of the water, and the soldiers of the Lancas Twin Moon Church could only bite the bullet, this was their fate.

If there's no reason for Lancas to make the move into Garcia, you'd be very wrong. There's no reason to make it up! From divine will to heavenly punishment, to the elimination of heresies, to quell the war, it is all a matter of a notice. Anyway, even if it is Hilqi, there are many people who can't read, and those who resolutely believe in the gods of the two moons are crawling all over the streets. It's just that they didn't tear their faces before, and they didn't feel much. Now let them understand that Doniva has fallen to the devil, to the bewitching woman of another world, to the corrupt life of selling her soul with drunkenness, to deceive the people with false food and false promises, and to make up some songs and jokes for these volunteer missionaries to muddy the waters, and if it is necessary to let another living god who wants to breathe out and go out on the expedition himself? Why not replace a scattered state like Elta or directly occupy certain regions, divide them, and finally appoint an "emperor" who is the head of the pro-Bilunar Church of Weilankas?

According to the plan, after spring, the Lancas Double Moon Army in early summer will no longer have to be afraid of people dropping leaflets from the sky or food from the sky when they invade the continent of Elta. Just a few boxes of flour can't hold a whole shipload of grain. Wheat, cloth, ordnance, and magical consumables that had been exchanged for countless scissors were constantly being shipped to Elta Harbor from every corner of the world that Lancas had explored. Soldiers, steel golems, wyverns, and magicians ride the confident waves of the transport, braving the haughty sea breeze. Their mission is no longer to be opportunistic, but to take over all of Elta and wipe out the enemy once and for all - just as they did with the Red Dragon Nation two hundred years ago.

What they don't know, however, is that every day in the portal base there is a group of people marking points and drawing routes in front of screens and drawings. To put it more clearly, no one in the Bilunar Church could see or imagine that there was a bunch of eyes staring at them beyond the atmosphere. From visible light to radar imaging to infrared, keep an eye on every corner of the land and the sea, including the dual-use ships of Lancas.

There may be Lancas crew members who will not enter the cabin in the clear night sky to engage in public venting piston sports, but go to the deck and sit stupidly and look at the stars very occasionally, when they see a few seconds of satellite reflection, this is still their luck, you can go to buy the new area of the upcoming public welfare lottery. However, even if they could observe this flash of light, it would undoubtedly be judged by themselves to be meteors. Just ask me, how many people in the country on this side of the portal do you think know about "Iridium Flash"? Most of us have as many satellites in the sky as dogs, and it is not clear when we did enjoy the convenience and blessings brought by satellites, let alone count on them.

As a result, all the large-scale maritime movements and all the shipping routes of Lancas have been repeatedly scrutinized on the map by the new district authorities, so that perhaps the new district knows better than Lancas where a certain ship should be in what direction and which course it should be heading. The Bimonthly Church should really directly pull a telephone line and directly outsource the maritime dispatch to the new district party, so that none of their logistics officers would have to worry about the ships that have not yet arrived. Wouldn't it be nice to have a phone call and the new district to be able to fully inform you of the most accurate condition of your ship within three days?

"Xiao Zheng, the target of A62 that you were still marking yesterday has disappeared." At this time, there was a computer room with the lights turned off at the portal base, and a group of people carefully looked at the black and white map that had just been analyzed.

The man named Xiao Zheng immediately kicked his swivel chair with the reaction force. "What's the situation?"

"You see, a hundred kilometers around, there's nothing. The ship's previous average speed was less than five knots per hour. ”

"Hmm...... There really isn't any. "In the picture, there is no longer any color block of contrast, even a little bit of contrast, except for the water waves.

As a result, the situation of Target A62 was quickly flagged as missing. If it is not seen after three days, then it can be judged that it has sunk in high sea conditions. The accident record of A62 continues to be below the record that the target of Ding 83 was smashed by ice floes on the return of the target three days ago. With one less boat, the military pressure on the new area in the future can be lightened. Recently, it has been known to everyone that the new district and the Bi-Moon Church are bound to have irreconcilable conflicts in the land of Elta. Although it may be a few weeks late, the day will definitely come. This is evidenced by the fact that Lancas, while forcibly bearing the losses of high-sea and insisting on sending a large number of transport ships to Elta.

It's just that the boatload of supplies is really itchy, why isn't Elta's portal by sea? How good it would be that our new area can also engage in air-diving and fast hijacking of ships and leaving. Seeing bags of food being used to crush each other between intelligent beings, even the most hard-hearted soldiers in the new area had to be heartbroken. Nonsense, Lao Tzu feels sorry for the rice, but I don't feel sorry for you SB.