Compared to King Nacini, Innedir is in worse form.

After two days and nights of sleeplessness, he single-handedly led the four major battles, and after only a day's rest, he struggled to get up and continued to deal with tedious military and political affairs.

On the other hand, he first fought with Vilaneo, and then supported the third-line battlefield from a distance, and the divine power in his body was almost overdrawn. Even the Holy White Tower was dim, bleak like a dry tree in the late autumn sun.

Exhausted, the word applied to a young archbishop, is not an exaggeration.

"I have made arrangements in the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and west, and it should be able to drag on for a month......" Innedir coughed a few times, his face pale and weak, "The grain route is blocked, the three armies are trapped, at least for a short time, the other side will take care of one and lose the other, and be anxious." ”

"If nothing happens, the first snow of the year should be between the 10th and 20th of December," the Pale Lord assured again, "and only then will the glory of the Lord come to the world, and the army of Snowton will be destroyed." ”

"I believe in you, Mentor," said Innedir sincerely, "and you have been my strongest support in the past. ”

Hearing this, the Pale Lord almost burst out laughing. As an evil god who rules "hypocrisy" and "deception", deception is not only a hobby, but also an innate physiological need. And being able to play with such a figure as the Archbishop of the Holy See is like carefully cooking a large table of delicacies, and the moment he eats it, his strength will definitely increase greatly.

If he gains the "fraud" of the King of Evil Spirits, coupled with the "vanity" hidden in secret, the Pale Lord will be able to completely make up for his shortcomings and become the top of the evil gods.

So he doesn't care about the so-called "Dead Soul Country" plan at all, the kind of time-consuming and labor-intensive means that may not be pleased, only the old guy like "Death Knell". will never forget.

What's so bad about keeping stupid humans alive? Wouldn't it be more interesting to provoke them to kill each other?

"I will help you, standing on top of the world," these thoughts flashed in his mind, and the Pale Lord smiled softly, "Let all the nations and peoples." All are surrendered at your feet. ”

Inedil was silent for a moment, but did not refute. Under the "earnest admonition" of the Pale Lord, there was a slight change in his pious heart, and he became more confident in the power in his hands than in the charity of the gods of heaven.

"How's going on with Severa?" the Pale Lord asked, after a moment's thought. It was where Snowton's camp was located, and hundreds of thousands of troops were facing each other across the city, ready for a fierce clash to break out at any moment.

"The enemy seems to have discovered that the Bright Ballista is just an ornament, and frequently sends out small units. carried out a tentative attack, and yesterday even invaded the range of the ballista," Innedil replied with a frown, "In addition, the east and south lines of Snowton were changed in batches, and all the elite soldiers and horses were transferred back to the middle army camp. ”

"Some time ago, Snowton had a big division of troops. Swing your fist left and right, and it is inevitable that your chest and abdomen will be wide open. Our military has an opportunity to take advantage of," the Pale Lord sighed worriedly, "Now that we have gathered our strength, the next blow will inevitably be shattering." ”

"If it really doesn't work, we will shrink the defensive line again and completely abandon the Northwest Theater. It was guarded on the south bank of the St. Imas River. Inedil mused.

"Six of the seven legions of the New Army of Light are in Jiangbei, if they are severely damaged, how long can the St. Imas River be defended?" the Pale Lord shook his head.

"Then continue to retreat and abandon the Seine lowlands. Abandon the Fertile Plains," Inedil gritted his teeth and said categorically, "even if we don't resist and let the Snowdons attack Ranken, it will take them a lot of time." ”

"Courageous, worthy of my fancy person. The Pale Lord suddenly laughed, he slowly raised his hand, and the white light outlined in the air.

It was like a magic array, but the scale and complexity of the structure were something Innedil had never seen before.

"This is the 'cornerstone of the kingdom of heaven', there are 3,600 hubs, to drive this array, you need to have the Holy White Tower as the core, 100,000 priests as the backbone, and millions of believers praying at the same time......" The Pale Lord closed his eyes, and his voice came low, "From tomorrow, you let them start the drill." ”

Fortress of Sorrows.

The evil god "Death Knell" with wide robes and large sleeves sits on a high platform.

He raised his hands flat, holding the ancient lantern, and one after another yin souls floated out, and after being refined, they fed back to the "Dead Soul Country", so that the dim yellow luster was covered with a layer of rich black gas.

On the next platform not far away, two figures were dividing and merging, fighting together.

"The key to spear stabbing is to be consistent...... Jerseyval held the gun in one hand, pushed forward, shoulders and wrists, and the tip of the spear was connected to the tip of the gun, and the blade of the gun broke through the wind and pulled out a sharp scream.

Bai Ji felt that the wind was blowing, and he didn't know how to resist it for a while, so he had to retreat again and again.

"Alvet, you stand where you are and feel it carefully," Jersey Val frowned slightly, and scolded softly, "I have my own measure, and I won't hurt you." ”

Bai Ji let out an embarrassed "oh", and according to his instructions, he stood with his feet in front and back, holding the gun. She had been training in marksmanship with Jersey Val for some time. This resentful army commander who has maintained his appearance in his thirties, but has long hair like snow, is usually silent, but he is not bad to barbarian girls.

"Compared with the sword, the biggest advantage of the spear is the attack distance, and the thrust can give full play to this advantage," Jerseyval's tone was indifferent, and his expression was as calm as water, "The cavalry charge on the battlefield can also be regarded as a kind of thrust, but when the masters compete, the horses will become an obstacle, and fighting on foot requires a combination of footwork and body skills." ”

He will explain a few words, and he will demonstrate it himself. Although the legendary inheritance of "Nightmare Knight" is not known for its strength, Jersey Val can also be called a generation of spear masters, and his understanding of martial arts is not below that of ordinary legendary warriors.

"Jerseyval, Yarvette, come here. At this moment, the sound of "death knell" came from afar, and the two immediately stopped, climbed to the top of the high platform, and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Lord, what do you command?" asked Jerseyval, looking up.

"The clouds are gathering, the storm is coming, I want to give you a gift. The old man reached out, and in a violent tremble, two streamers suddenly flew out of the lantern, levitating in front of the two of them.

"White Gun Killing Song, Black Gun Requiem," the evil god "Death Knell" laughed dumbly, "They have been tempered for thousands of years in the 'Dead Soul Country', and they have become divine weapons, so you can take one of them." ”

The streamer dissipated, and two spears were revealed, one as white as a dry bone in a mound, and the other as black as an endless night.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）