The thunderous sound continued to sound in the early morning of the third day, quite punctually.

The whole city seemed silent, and the slightly big-hearted people could still run to the tavern to drink some wine and brag about it, but they were no longer as open as usual.

No one knows what their fate will be.

War, a terrible word. They know better that religious wars, more often than not, are all about life and death, and there is no kindness to talk about.

If they had breached the Holy City of Wojin, most of the inhabitants of the city would not have survived.

What will happen when the city is broken! The people of Nata City thought about it, but they didn't dare to think about it.

The barrier in the air is getting thinner and thinner, and the color is getting lighter and lighter.

It won't last long!

Pessimism spreads throughout the city, and under the high pressure, high tension, and high sense of despair, there will always be some people whose spirits will collapse and do something irrational.

The city's law and order increased at a rapid rate, and the temple guards, who were already quite nervous, inevitably 'overforced' when dealing with these rioters, temporarily controlled the situation for a short time, but as time passed, the rioting believers became more and more uncontrollable, and then there were skirmishes with the temple guards.

In the conference room, the Pope and all the archbishops sat quietly.

Although there was hardly any sound, a tense atmosphere flowed throughout the room.

They listened to the roar of the barrier in the air outside the hall, and listened to the faint noise outside.

Time passed little by little, the sun was setting, and the room went dark.

Two maids came in and lit the candles.

The dim light filled the room, barely dispelling some of the chill.

The sound of boulders pounding on the barrier finally stopped, and the tension seemed to dissipate somewhat. The heavy pressure in the Pope's eyes finally dissipated.

"What do you think?"

"Come to the rescue of our friendly nobles." An archbishop said helplessly: "There are so many trebuchets and bed crossbows of the Fortune God Sect that our priest can't fly out at all, and before he leaves the Enchantment Bodhisattva, he will be smashed down by a boulder, and then even if he barely breaks through the enemy's long-range fire, there are still more than sixty pterosaur knights waiting for them."

Even more excessively, the elves seated by the pterosaur knights. They can't miss an arrow. ”

"That's enough." Gus roared heavily, "I'm not sitting here to hear how you brag about how powerful your enemy is. I need you to come up with a solution...... But what you said just now is right, we can ask the nobles for help, who are the great nobles around us, who have territories, and who are the great nobles who originally intended to fight against us against the Fortune God Cult Year? ”

The archbishops were silent for a moment.

Gus looked at their expressions, his eyes flickered, and he felt his head buzz just now. A bad feeling spread in his heart: "None of you have the right person. ”

"There were!" An archbishop said: "But the Church of Fortune is very good at buying people's hearts, they build roads, they dig canals, they help the nobles solve the problems of the poor and beggars in their territories. Even if many nobles have a good relationship with us, in fact, the relationship with them is quite good. ”

"Then there must be someone who doesn't like them."

"Yes, yes, it's far away from us."

Gus gasped in pain, now he regretted it, if he knew that this was the case, he shouldn't have formed an alliance with Zoroastrianism, what did he eat before that broke his head, so he thought about forming an alliance with Zoroastrianism, why didn't he think about it at that time, let the Cult of Fortune know what kind of reaction he would have after betraying on his side.

Why don't you be cautious anymore?

Endless frustration echoed in Gus's chest.

Time passed quickly again in his remorse, and he didn't know how long it was, but when he looked up, he saw that all the archbishops were still sitting in the conference room.

"Why are you all here?"

There was silence in the conference room, and a strange atmosphere echoed, and both the archbishop and the pope looked more and more ugly.

In the end, it was the eldest Philip who 'stood up' and said, "Pope, tomorrow our barrier will be broken. Whether it's a fight or a surrender, you have to give a letter. ”

The Pope stood up and said angrily: "If all of us have to sacrifice our lives to fight out, how many of you will follow me." ”

"Since the Pope has made a decision, then we will follow." Philip said lightly: "What I'm most afraid of now is that I can't stand still, whether it's war or peace, it can be faster, otherwise when the enchantment is broken, it's not up to us to decide whether to fight or peace." ”

"What do you mean by that, Philip. What do you seem to know? The Pope looked at him suspiciously.

"Isn't it obvious?" Philip said lightly: "Beta is gone, but his army is attacking very rationally, without a little anxiety, attacking on time, collecting troops on time, doesn't this mean anything?" ”

The Pope was stunned.

"They just want to put pressure on us, and they don't even think about really destroying us."

"You mean, you want to surrender?" The Pope's gaze at Philip was full of dangerous emotion.

"Nata City is my home, and I swear to live and die with it." Even when questioned, Philip still had that calm expression: "I just want to state the fact that the Fortune God Cult does not want to really conquer us, they seem to have some purpose. ”

Philip's words lit up the eyes of all the archbishops.

Now the situation is decided, but even if you lose, you have to keep something for your own family. Philip's words really reminded them that if the Fortune God Cult really wanted to conquer them, they didn't have to bother so much at all.

If you can take the initiative to hook up with the person in charge of the Fortune God Cult, maybe things will take a turn for the better?

All eyes were on the Pope.

Gus looked around at the archbishop, and he saw hope in the eyes of these people, and urging him.

"You mean, let me go and make peace with them?" Gus glared at Philip, "Or are you unhappy with my decision?" ”

"Not really, Pope." Philip shook his head and said, "I just want to say that I plan to go out of the city alone tomorrow to inquire about the purpose of the Fortune God Cult. If I die outside, please take care of my family. ”

The Pope stared at Philip, as if trying to see through his intentions.

Philip's gaze was calm and peaceful.

Faced with such a gaze, Gus felt a little irritated, and he waved his hand: "Whatever you want." ”

After a day of meetings, it was finally dissolved.

And Philip was going out of the city alone tomorrow morning to negotiate with the demonic Cult of Fortune, and somehow, it got out, and it spread quickly.

It seems that there is some kind of push behind it.

It's just the middle of the night, and almost everyone knows about it.

It's no wonder that the people of Nata City don't sleep, seeing that the city is about to be broken tomorrow afternoon, how can they sleep in this situation.

In the past three days, the Pope has not moved, let alone issued an order, and the war and peace are ambiguous, which makes the people of the whole city a little disappointed.

Therefore, in this case, there are also rumors that are not favorable to the pope.

At this time, Gus knelt in front of the Storm Goddess and prayed sincerely.

He hoped that at such a critical time, the Storm Goddess would give an oracle down.

The goddess of the Wealth God Sect makes miracles at every turn, what kind of gold coin sacrifice, and what kind of dragon selection final 'live broadcast', but the women of their Storm God Sect have no movement at all.

And now, when the Storm God Cult is truly in crisis, he hopes that the goddess can show him a clear path.

It is only natural for devout believers to seek the guidance of the gods.

The current situation has exceeded Gus's ability to know.

If he fights hard, he will surely die.

He didn't want to die.

If he surrenders, then he will be removed from the pope, and he will be replaced by a pope who is 'pro' to the Fortune God Cult.

What will happen to him after losing the papal position?

Or will die!

No matter what choice he made, he couldn't survive.

So, he simply did nothing and pinned his hopes on miracles.

It's just that not all gods respond to their followers the way that Wojin likes to respond to Beta.

In fact, Waujin wished that Beta would run to her kingdom every day.

Gus knelt on the ground all night, and the Storm Statue still didn't move.

He let out a long sigh, and his hair fell out a little.

Gus stood up with a shudder, and cheers could be faintly heard outside the temple.

Is Philip going out of town? No wonder the townspeople cheered for him!

Wait a minute!

Cheer?

Gus's face turned pale in an instant.

It suddenly occurred to him that Philip himself had a good prestige among the people, and now that he had gone out alone to negotiate with the villains of the Cult of Fortune, they saw hope and would naturally respect him even more.

And he, the Pope, huddled in the temple and prayed.

This contrast......

"Damn it." Gus jerked out of the prayer room and shouted to the guards outside, "Go, bring Philip back, even if you use brute force." ”

The guard looked a little distressed: "Pope, it may be too late. ”

What the!

"Then lead the army and arrest all the people of the Philip family."

This guard was one of the temple generals, and he frowned when he heard this: "Pope, can I ask what the reason is?" Mistress Philip is working for us all over the city, he's facing an evil enemy, but we're going to have his family arrested? Why is that? ”

"There's no why, I'll let you go." The Pope roared.

The guard gave the Pope a deep look and left the room.

He sat back in his chair, waiting for the guards to bring in the Philip family.

But I accidentally heard a strange voice downstairs. He walked to the balcony and looked down, but he was struck by lightning, and his whole body trembled for a while, and then he covered his heart and retreated.

Downstairs, a large group of guards 'protected' the main temple.

Their coat of arms belongs to the Philip family.

PS: Sorry, the revision was a little late.

(End of chapter)