Augustus, the god of the earth.

He is not only the sacredness of the Order's canonization, but also the strongest person recognized in the entire order territory since the arrival of the dark millennium.

However, even so, he could not defeat time.

Hundreds of years ago, the old man who was about to come to the end of his life sealed himself in the ground, suppressing the Lord of the Deep Sea Starry Sky who was becoming more and more active with the weakening of the seal.

So—

When he, when this living myth appeared in front of Augustine, even in the capacity of the most revered person in the mortal world, he couldn't help but be slightly moved.

"You-"

The words came to an abrupt end.

Because the old man, because the living god of the earth spoke.

"Someone has set the tide of time. Augustus, the old man who single-handedly founded the Order, said that the years had left a mark on his face, but this did not in any way detract from his prestige, but rather added to it, "though only for a moment, but undoubtedly...... There are new chess players who are not willing to be lonely and go down in person. ”

"What do you mean, "The Lord's spokesman on earth did not prostrate on the ground, nor did he grovel, he just looked at the old man in front of him, staring at the divine in front of him, "The 'Gate of Heaven Project' ......"

Point to point.

As the de facto and nominal supreme leader of the Order, Augustine, as the shepherd who shepherds all beings in place of the Lord, knows no more secrets and possesses no less power than the earthly god.

What he respects is only the old man's past achievements, and what he respects is only the identity of the old man's forerunner.

"Hmm. Augustus paused slightly in front of the current pope, who looked as old as he did, and then nodded, "Only then can everything make sense." ”

The "Tianmen Project" is very important, if it really leaks, then the entire order territory will undoubtedly usher in a real earthquake, or even ...... The whole Order, the whole world, may be destroyed.

After all—

"They" will definitely not sit idly by.

Even if it is a recovery from the eternal sleep, even if it is to overturn the chessboard in person, as long as they can stop the "Tianmen Project", "they" will not hesitate.

Humanity may not be destroyed, but it is not surprising that the world is broken.

Because......

"They" have all usurped the authority of the Lord, and each of them has a terrible power that is sufficient to change the laws of the world.

Even he, even he, the so-called strongest, the so-called god of the earth, was not enough to compete with them.

"You...... Are you sure?"

Augustine, who was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, asked in a trembling voice, as the proposer, implementer, and practitioner of the "Tianmen Plan", he knew better than anyone the seriousness of the intelligence leak.

It would be a catastrophe, a catastrophe that would sweep across the entire territory of the order.

Even the best of results –

The Order will be doomed.

"I can't be sure," the old man, known as the god of the earth, shook his head, "the influence exerted is only for a moment, and it has little effect on the workings of the world, like an illusion, but not an illusion, like a temptation, not a temptation, like a reminder, not a reminder, giving the impression of imminent departure, completely unaware of what he has in mind—but it is always good to be prepared." ”

"What is your opinion?" asked the Pope's Crown, holding the scepter, with nothing but humility in his tone.

"There has to be a big enough move," said Augustus, the destroyer and founder of an era himself, in a bland but stirring enough tone, "one big enough to draw everyone's attention, one big enough to affect the entire order of the realm." ”

"But there needs to be an enemy commensurate with it," Augustine, as the shepherd of the Order, knew better than anyone the strength of the Order," and...... Convincing excuses. ”

"It's not difficult, is it?" said the old man in a low, flat voice.

"Yes," the current helmsman of the Order understood his implicit intentions and sighed softly, "sweeping the darkness, sweeping the long night—this does find enemies strong enough, and it does have a motive that convinces anyone, but ......"

He didn't say the rest of the word.

A lot of people are going to die......

This may be a kind of kindness.

But for him, for the supreme leader of one side, these are words that should not and cannot be said under any circumstances.

And so—

The edict from the throne was delivered.

The entire Order began to work like the most precise machine, the College of Cardinals, the Congregation of the Doctrine, the Ministry of Armament, the Praetorian Guard, the Sweepers, the Holy Army...... In the darkness of the dazed, batches of documents were approved, processed, and rushed to the major cities in the Order's sphere of influence, and fleets of floating fleets loaded with weapons, food, and personnel galloped towards the Order's headquarters and towards the current Canaan.

The accumulation of nearly a thousand years, the heritage of nearly a thousand years, was mobilized at this moment.

The monstrous beast called War opened its eyes in the darkness.

And then—

Silent roar.

From the Holy City to the House of the Lost, from the House of the Lost to the Sanctuary of Darkness, the Knights shook! The House of the Lost shook! The Cult of Chaos shook!

Here—

The wave that has been set off since the present Canaan has swept across the entire territory of the Order!

- Of course.

Now, at least for now, a single edict cannot ferment such a far-reaching impact.

It's now just served on a long table, a prosaic long table – the only thing that makes this square table different is ...... Bearing the supreme edict from the throne.

And...... The man at the table.

Twelve people in total.

Each of them, without exception, is the Five Seals Great Sword Bearer who has reached the end of mortals and climbed to the peak of power, and without exception has the right to attend the sacrament.

But they are not representing individuals here, but groups, but twelve brigades, twelve armed forces assembled in support of the swordsman.

They are the shield that defends the light in the hands of the Order, the sharp blade that plows the darkness in the hands of the Order, and they are-

The Order's most powerful regular force.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Cardinal Eliot, dressed in a red robe, looked around and lifted his old-fashioned round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "the time has come—the time has come to give oneself to the glory of the Lord, and His Majesty Augustine has decreed that you need to be prepared to capture your target at all costs when the appointed day comes." ”

He opened the volume of the gold pattern, and after a pair of small eyes quickly glanced around, he subconsciously closed the scroll, then took a deep breath, opened it again, and read the words inscribed on it, read the target that needed to be captured by the twelve brigades of the Order, and read the almost impossible task:

—The Great Wall of Eternal Night. ”

The venue of only thirteen people suddenly became noisy, and after the noise, all that remained was silence.