Stone statues, in fact, can also speak.

For example, on the White Tower, the pale lord of "hypocrisy" and "deception" is the office.

"Today is the twenty-sixth of October," he said, as the long wind blew, "as I remember, the first phase of the military operation should be today and tomorrow." ”

"The city of Severa will be launched in the early hours of the to-morrow, and in the rest of the world," replied Innedir casually, putting down his quill pen, "and only by taking the king of Nacini by surprise from the most unpredictable places can he move his whole body and wait for the opportunity to break them one by one." ”

"But it's not easy, is it?" sighed the Pale Lord softly.

"Nornes, I think we've already started to prepare. Innedil got up and walked to the jade carving railing, looking northwest.

City of Severa.

Groups of believers walked out of their homes and gathered at a nearby church or chapel under the guidance of priests and city guards.

They walked slowly, with solemn faces, as if they were shouldering an extremely sacred mission, and thanks to the fact that the Bishop of Noens had been managing the people of the city in a wartime system, they were able to be so orderly, and the large-scale action of hundreds of thousands of people did not cause any disturbance.

In the Principality of Ian, meeting places are an essential part of every neighborhood in every city. Every Sunday, the surrounding devotees gather to pray and praise the Divine Grace under the leadership of the priest.

However, the anomaly is that today is not a Sunday, and such a grand scene of the whole city can only be seen during the annual "Christmas Day of the Gods".

The moment the sun arrives in the middle of the sky, the solemn Gospel of Mass resounds in dozens of church squares in the city of Severa.

One muffled prayer after another, converging into an indescribable force of faith, through the churches scattered throughout Severa, converge in the very heart of the city. Cathedral of Severa.

Bishop Nonns, the parish patriarch and the highest military commander of the Northwest Theater, stands in the vault of the Holy See Tower. Beneath his feet, the transparent crystal floor exudes a rich white sheen.

After a moment's pause, Noons opened his eyes. Looking down from the tower. With the blessing of the Holy Spirit's power, he could clearly see that the invisible lines of divine power quickly spread throughout the city, and they gradually hooked up with the city wall engraved with the divine magic array, forming an incomparable giant array.

And the centerpiece of the array is in the Cathedral of Severa, in the historic square tower where he is.

Hundreds of thousands of believers. Everyone's strength is small, but it can trickle down, first into a stream, and then into a river. Feeling the power of faith surging under his feet, and even stirring up an astonishing vortex of divine power, Noons gestured sideways. Behind him, a young priest hurriedly stepped forward and opened the brocade-wrapped Nanmu long box. Hand it to him.

A scepter forged in white gold, about three feet long. Beautifully ornamented, topped with a crystal clear diamond-shaped diamond. This is the "Ishnara", which means "to shine in the light of heaven", which can only be possessed by the three cardinals of the Holy See itself.

Nornes took out his scepter and bowed his head in prayer. The light came up layer by layer, from the top of the feet to the knees. Like mist and like clouds. He placed Isnara upright in front of him and pressed down slowly, with great difficulty. Finally, the base of the scepter touched the floor, and the light poured wildly into the platinum scepter. Just a few breaths in time. As soon as it was restored, Bishop Nornes let go of his hand, the scepter remained erect, and the power of faith gathered throughout the city continued to pour into the scepter, like a river returning to the sea.

"Look after this. Nornes whispered a soft command and turned to leave.

Eight high-ranking priests, in groups of twos and twos, stood solemnly at the four corners of the tower, and they worked together to sort out the complicated and chaotic flow of divine power.

The sound of prayer that enveloped the whole city also reached the Grand Duke's Palace.

Grand Duke Ian didn't care, although this was his capital, but the Holy See of Light could toss it as much as it wanted, he couldn't control it, and he didn't dare to care about it.

But Yubiano was immediately alert, and they were scheduled to sneak out of the city late tomorrow night, that is, early the day after tomorrow, and any disturbance before that was worth paying special attention to.

"I'll take a look. He informed him, and walked briskly out of the courtyard, ready to take a look around.

"It's not a Sunday," Emery scratched her head in confusion, "It stands to reason that even on a Sunday, there are rarely so many people gathered to pray. ”

"Are you a believer?" asked King Nacini in passing.

"No, but my mother was," replied Emily with a bitter face, "and every Sunday she would take me to the nearby church to pray." ”

"Me neither," echoed King Nacini, who had not yet thought of something, and added, "but my eldest brother is." ”

Allegri next to him sighed to himself and did not speak. The Grand Duke of the Principality of the Holy Jonas, the other protagonist of the Victory Day upheaval, is indeed a believer in the Church of Light.

"Have you escaped with your family?" asked Amélie, concerningly.

"Only my eldest brother and I are still alive," King Nacini said, "but we have long since parted ways and chosen two different paths. ”

"I hope that one day, you will meet again. Not hearing the meaning of his words, Amely wished heartily.

"Yes, when the fighting here subsides, I will go to him myself," King Nacini smiled indifferently and changed the subject, "By the way, can you often hear such prayers in the city of Severa?"

"No, not a few times a year," Amely recalled, shaking her head, "only a few of the more important festivals barely come close to today's momentum." ”

King Nacini and Allegri looked at each other with a sad look. The Holy See of Light has always been good at this kind of trick, and with Nornes taking away Archduke Ian's talisman, it seems that there is going to be a big operation.

"You play by yourself first. King Nacini coaxed the maiden like a child, and then beckoned Allegri to follow.

"As I had expected, the place of the Holy See's counterattack should be on the southern or eastern front," said King Nacini, frowning around a bush, "as for Severa...... Where did they get the confidence to dare to go out of the city to face the battle?"

"The king still returns to the camp as much as possible and presides over the overall situation. Alegriti said.

"Isn't that nonsense," King Nacini snorted, "I want to get out of the city too, but I have to wait for Viscount Reims to take his turn tomorrow before I have a chance." ”

"I thought you were ......," Allegri swallowed the word "Joy" and said with a serious face, "I'm going to go to Jubiano and ask Viscount Reims if he can act in advance." ”

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

PS: (Make up for yesterday's second update.) ）