The Tower of St. White.

No one was allowed to enter the vault on the top floor of the White Tower without an order from Inedil, so after a long time, no one noticed that their archbishop was lying unconscious on the ground.

The violent backlash of divine power made Innedir's already weak body unable to support it anymore. He didn't even say a word before he fell into a deep coma.

The Pale Lord stood by and did not move. It wasn't until he found out that Inedil really didn't react to the outside world that he slowly squatted down, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I have to say that he, the so-called "student", is really talented, and he has reached the legendary realm in just a few years. Although there is a little moisture in it, there are still things that should be there.

For example, the origin of divine power.

The Pale Lord's five fingers were folded over Innedir's heart. White tentacles, wriggling like snakes and insects, burrowed into the flesh and followed the veins.

After about a quarter of an hour, the first tentacle retracted, its tip hooked, carrying a crystal particle. This is a professional in divine arts, after being promoted to the legendary realm, the source of divine power generated in the body can absorb the power of the faith of the god lord for his own use, and greatly increase the speed of divine chanting.

If they can go one step further and break the shackles of legend, they will be able to condense the scattered divine power sources into a primary godhead and complete the transformation from human to god.

And these pure divine power crystallizations are also great supplements for the Hell Evil God. With so much effort poured into Innedir, the Pale Lord also needs to replenish his physical strength to cope with the next changes.

The miserable white tentacles swam along the bloodline, locating the origin of divine power one by one, and then pulled out forcefully. The holy white crystal with a slight color of blood was all swept into the pale body. He closed his eyes with an expression of extreme intoxication.

As for Inedil, he was twitching slightly unconsciously, losing the origin of his divine power, and he could no longer go further, even the current realm. can't keep it until it falls into the legend and disappears into obscurity.

"It's time to weave a lie to explain the situation," said the Pale Lord, smiling to himself, "no matter what I say, this silly boy will believe it unconditionally." ”

A cold wind blew. The leaves of the white thorn trees are falling. A cold air mass came from the plains, in the north and south, with overcast clouds, an unprecedented snowfall will soon come, and before and after this snow falls, the turmoil will sweep the entire continent, and no one will be spared.

Until that time. The Pale Lord who has taken control of the Holy White Tower and the strongest combat power in the kingdom of Heaven. There is no doubt that it will be the ultimate winner.

At least, that's what he thinks.

"To build a nation, or to create a religion?" thought the Pale Lord, which was a blissful conundrum. He has been acting under the guise of the "Church of Light", although it fits well with the "deception" ministry he is in charge of. But stepping out of the background and into the foreground is also an enticing choice.

"Quack-" A strange cry came, and the red-eyed crow, announcing death, hovered and flew into the top floor of the White Tower, standing on the jade railing of the openwork.

"'Death knell'?" the Pale Lord silently folded his palm. The white tentacles retracted into the body. He got up and stared at the crow, a little surprised, a little puzzled.

"December 14, the first snow of the year will fall," the crow began, "are you ready?"

"Are you sure?" asked the Pale Lord.

"Well," the crow nodded, and asked again, "is it your side that starts first, or my side that starts first?"

"Let's talk," the Pale Lord thought for a moment and confirmed, "the souls of the world belong to you, and the spirits of heaven belong to me, so don't cheat in secret." ”

"My job is 'death' and 'despair,' not 'deception,' and if you are more likely to deceive," the raven's voice was unusually deep, "and my target is only Nacini and his hundreds of thousands of troops." ”

"So, make a vow. The Pale Lord stretched out a finger, and in an instant, a twisted white line drew intricate lines in the air.

"So careful?" the crow laughed, flapping its wings, and a black smoke erupted, joining the white thread, and then shrinking to form a circular mark.

The Pale Lord stood up as a sword, slashed through the void, and the contract mark split into two, and was thrown into the bodies of the two evil gods, and disappeared in an instant.

"On the thirteenth of December, I will launch the Great Array of the 'Heavenly Cornerstones'," the Pale Lord relieved himself and introduced his plan, "One day later, at noon on the 14th, the 'Heavenly Stairway' can be built, and the kingdom of the gods will officially open its doors to us. ”

"In the contract, I have sworn that I will not touch the Holy See of Light and the Holy White Tower," the Raven said softly, "In return, you will need to hand over the 'Firmament Temple' to me. ”

"Yes," the Pale Lord agreed, "and then, let you and I join forces to break the will of Snowdon's army, and all that despair and death should be what you want." ”

"And you will have the demonic 'fraud' and this peaceful southern land. Raven took over and said.

"It's not peaceful," the Pale Lord shook his head, "and don't forget, there's the Shadow and the Bat. ”

"The 'bats' will be in the Herseus Valley, cooperating with our plans," the crow said casually, "so you can't deal with the Buyada Empire for the time being. ”

"Of course. The Pale Lord nodded dryly, but how credible is the promise made by the evil god who rules "hypocrisy" and "deception"?

In the dark night, thousands of horses galloped.

The Snowton Southern Expedition did not have the magic of hiding the traces of the Holy See of Light, so their long-distance march was a "rush" in the true sense.

The former "Purple Electric Light Rider" is the best at this tactic. And King Nacini, who had been in charge of this army, finally got the opportunity to use it, and his target was Leaić, the base of the desert cavalry, and the core city of Ian's northeast theater of operations.

Just conquer this city. The unbearable logistics line will regain peace. And those elusive desert cavalry had to flee back to Setstian in disgrace.

Otherwise, they could only be rounded up by Snowton's cavalry and wiped out.

"Speed up the march in two days. Must arrive in Ljajci. King Nacini shouted that they did not need to hide their tracks, for they could march faster than the enemy's rangers.

By the time Ljajc's defenders reacted, Snowton's army was already in the city, and King Nacini still had a secret weapon to break the city.

"Your Majesty, I have sent elite archers to patrol the surroundings. Fran, the leader of the "Blue Cloth Long Shot" next to him, replied in a clear voice, "Within a radius of ten miles, there are no scouts who can escape their hawk eyes. ”

"The absence of a scout is a strange thing in itself, and it is likely to arouse the suspicion of the enemy's commander," King Nacini laughed. "But if it takes half a day, that's enough. ”

All the generals nodded yes. Now they trust King Nacini to the extreme.

With the fall of the city of Severa, the war in the south became clear. Snowton's entire army was greatly boosted, and the hearts of the soldiers were full of hope.

Duchy of Ian. The Empire of Buyada, the Empire of San Setestian, these rich countries will fall under the iron heel of Snowton. They can already see that the lion flags are flying in the north and south of the mainland. King Nacini reigned over the world, and on that day, every soldier of the Southern Expeditionary Army would be richly rewarded.

"Your Majesty, what does it seem like to be happy about?" the generals returned to their respective teams, and when there was no one around, Sunia asked with a smile.

"Before leaving, Master Villanoo, hand me a note," King Nacini deliberately sold and handed him the note in his hand, "you can also take a look." ”

"Norman, river valley, three-line good news," Sunia looked up in confusion after reading the glimmer of the torches, "river valley?

"By the way, you're not a nobleman, are you?" asked King Nacini before answering.

"Of course not," Sunia shook his head, "My father was a second lieutenant and was now left behind in the Northern Guard Theater. ”

"Very well," said King Nacini approvingly, "then, it is not wrong to tell you the news, the House of Elders has colluded with the Eighth and Tenth Legions in their rebellion in an attempt to capture Norman City and the Herseus Valley, and Mordesic and Allegri have each crushed them, and the nobility have been swept away. ”

"Congratulations to the king," Sunia raised his eyebrows and immediately bowed on his horse, "From now on, the king will have no restraints, and he will be able to show his ambitions." ”

"Exactly," said King Nacini with a cheerful laugh, "as for the triad on the third front, it means that in addition to Norman and River Valley, the war on the Western Front was also victorious, and it is assumed that Ebert launched a counterattack and routed the Torm mercenaries. ”

"If it weren't for the limited food and grass, with the ability of General Ebert, he would have defeated the enemy a long time ago. Sunia said.

"In that case, you can bring Albert back to the city of Severa," muttered King Nacini, "and let him choose a general and lead the Western Route Army to build a defensive city next to the original site of Ferenman, and when he rests, you will draw up the military order." ”

"Yes. Sunia nodded in response. The city of Severa really needs a general to defend it, and the steady General Ebert is the most suitable person.

What's more, he is also the most trusted general of King Nacini, even more than General Catroman.

"After taking the city of Leajci, I will lead the army back to the Green River Valley, and a military general is also needed here," King Nacini continued, "Fran can't do it, the 'Blue Cloth Long Shot' can't be used as the main force to defend the city, and neither can Costa, this guy is too reckless, and the 'Black Flag' has always been loose in military discipline, which is easy to provoke a ......civil uprising," he thought for a while, and there were really few suitable generals in his entourage, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"How is General Cartroman?" As soon as Sunia's words came out, he knew that it was not suitable, and the high-end combat power of a legendary warrior was really overkill when used to defend the city.

"How are you coming?" asked King Nacini, turning his head to him.

"This ......," Sunia replied cautiously, "Your Majesty, your subordinate is just a military captain and staff officer, I'm afraid, I can't convince the public, right?"

"You boy, are you only worried about not being able to convince the people, but not about your own ability?" said King Nacini with a laugh and unquestionable command, "In that case, you will temporarily defend this city, and if you make any more achievements in war in the future, I will give you the city of Leajć." ”

December 6, Ferenc Manchester City.

Albert and Dios stood on top of the high walls, and the city was littered with traces of burning fire.

After several fierce battles, they regained the city, and the Tholm mercenaries fled in a hurry, regaining the territory of the Matrow merchants.

"Your attainments in cavalry combat are truly superb," the stocky commander of the Western Route Army did not hesitate to praise him, "jamming the rhythm of the enemy's strong crossbow battalions, constantly charging and pausing, forcing them to disarray themselves, thus crushing them in one fell swoop...... To tell you the truth, why should you grieve yourself and be willing to be a private army commander?"

"Allegri is kind to me," replied Dios calmly, "and I am the commander of this army, and they are not just the private armies of the nobility. ”

"How about coming to my account?" Ebert beckoned, unrelentingly, "directly as my lieutenant." ”

"If Allegri hears this, he will have to come to you and talk to you. Dios laughed. However, the rejection in the words is very clear.

"Okay, I won't mention it. Albert also laughed, he and Allegri, who had already formed an alliance, could not destroy the relationship between the two sides because of such a trivial matter.

"General, you should be transferred to guard the city of Severa, right?" The news of the destruction of the city of Severa had already reached the eagle, and it was precisely because of this stimulus that Albert attacked with all his army and defeated the Torm mercenaries in one go.

"Perhaps," Albert dissected, "I heard that the Torm Federation is in civil strife, and the major merchant lords are fighting each other, so Ian will not be sent troops anytime soon...... What's more, if Severa falls, even if they make a comeback, it will be difficult to change the general trend of the war, but they will provoke anger. ”

"That's why the king won't let the general stay on the Western Front," Dios chimed in, "and you're a handsome man who can stand alone." ”

"You fellow, too," Ebert sneered, "in that case, I will recommend to the king that you guard the western front, and you must be prepared." ”

"I'm not a regular soldier. Dios shrugged.

"The king will still give me this little face," Albert patted him, "Let's go, drink, the celebration feast will begin." ”

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

PS: (A bit of a rush, a small change.) ）