As the sun sets, it is the time for believers to pray at night.

The crimson sunset spreads out as softly as silk, shining through the colorful glass, creating a smoky light and shadow inside the church.

Twenty-seven hours have passed since the end of the light burial. A full day after yesterday's short meeting, the fourteen popes once again gathered on the dome of the cathedral.

But the decisive difference from yesterday was that there were not fourteen people in the cathedral this time, but eighteen.

After the fourteen popes took their seats in order, four people who were obviously dressed differently from the pope stood silently behind the popes of the three gods Tyr, Loda Khan, and Koni.

Standing behind Roda Khan was a slightly fat male mountain man who looked less than thirty years old. And standing behind Keni was a middle-aged man about forty years old with a gentle but sad expression.

young woman.

Only two people stood behind Jupiter IV.

One is an old man who is energetic and upright like a soldier.

But the second person is completely different from the other three.

There is no light shining on him, nor is there a strong sense of holiness that can be felt with the naked eye. On the contrary, he feels damp and dark, more like something disguised as a human than a human.

Logically speaking, a mere cardinal has no right to participate in such a top-secret meeting that only the pope can participate in.

But at this moment, the fourteen popes, including Jupiter IV, did not question the existence of this man in the slightest.

The man lowered his head deeply, as if he was afraid that he would be recognized by others, or that there was something on his face that would scare others. He would never show his face at all.

But thirteen popes except Jupiter IV still recognized him.

——He is the divine son of N'Zoth, the god of truth and terror, Ser., and also serves as the elect of the previous generation.

Coincidentally, the Pope of N'Zoth, Turalyon II, was also here. But unexpectedly, he did not show any sign of scolding at Seer. Instead, he showed an inexplicable smile of relief, lowered his head and muttered.

He was thinking of something - it was definitely not prayer.

At this moment, Jupiter IV coughed a few times.

"Now, everyone," his voice was still his trademark slow, old and gentle, "the meeting has begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly changed.

As the figures of the fourteen popes gradually faded and disappeared, fourteen bright ripples shimmered and lit up above the round table.

Soon, the ripples fluctuated violently. The figures of the fourteen righteous gods were peeled out of the void and sat in the air one by one.

After all the gods appeared, Tyr said directly: "Everyone, you must have felt the abnormal fluctuations on the Wall of Orm."

The expressions of the other thirteen gods were much gloomier than yesterday, and they nodded silently.

"Now, I believe you all have a deep understanding of the harm that White Tower wizards do to this world."

Tyr said in a low voice and slowly, with a gentle and rational voice: "If we let them do whatever they want, even we will suffer a lot. We have plenty of time today, so we will try our best to decide on the general plan today and put it into practice."

The Forerunner coalition forces are laid out, and we will discuss the details tomorrow."

"Still using the same old routine?"

La frowned.

"If it weren't for the Silver Queen's Scarlet Crusade thousands of years ago, we would have succeeded. Now Elkart has been burned into the desert, and the White Tower alone cannot resist us."

Tyr nodded helplessly and glanced at N'Zoth, who was mumbling something just like his Pope: "Moreover, the disturbances in the Wall of Orm are getting more serious day by day... We can't wait any longer.

If we don’t defeat the White Tower, I’m afraid we will all be dragged to the ground.”

"Nzos just fell into madness last month. It will take at least half a month for him to wake up from madness. We might as well use the strategy he formulated last time and wait for him to wake up. The battle situation will probably progress to a critical battle.

Then let him make adjustments to the plan."

"It just so happens that the astrology wizards in the White Tower all know that N'Zoth will go crazy in early December. Now our sudden attack is unexpected, and we will definitely get good results."

Tyr's explanation made the gods nod.

"So. Today's meeting officially begins. According to the old rules in the Mages' Council, when an even-numbered member convenes the Supreme Meeting, I will not participate in the voting, but will have the power of veto."

Taylor spoke clearly and word by word. His body exuded a golden light as warm as the sun.

"Today's main content is...Elsax, Coni and Kelanwo proposed to fine-tune the number of Forerunner coalition forces. My personal suggestion is to increase it to three times. Do you have any opinions?"

"I think it's better to double the amount as we discussed a month ago."

Keni's gentle and ethereal voice sounded from the air: "The experience of the last holy war has told us that no matter what method is used, the result of actively attacking the White Tower is the annihilation of the entire army... I think the number of Forerunner troops should be increased to that of the last holy war.

Twice that is enough.”

"objection."

A soft and moist voice sounded: "Twice is definitely not enough. Let's not mention the growth of the White Tower Wizard in the past thousand years... The four saints can entangle up to four tower owners, excluding the long-missing ones.

Dragon Hunter Esther, even if each of the remaining four tower masters is divided into one, Ellucard will not be able to solve it."

"So I propose to send four times as many troops. We don't lack these people. If we can't dismantle the White Tower's defensive capabilities in the first wave of attacks, once the wizards open all the barriers and drag us into a protracted war, we will

It is very likely that we will have to pay a huge price to breach the White Tower."

"I second the proposal. Send four times as many troops and knock them out in one fell swoop. You won't be able to give the wizards any time to react."

Elsax's muffled voice came out from the completely sealed black and red armor: "The longer we delay, the more we will suffer. Once it drags into a protracted war, we will exchange our lives for their money. I would rather use more than 10,000 of them first."

I want to fill up their barrier with my life, but I don’t want to fight a protracted war with them... The lessons learned a thousand years ago are enough.”

"That's easy to say. That's because you and Sivir's followers can only fight in the second wave of attacks," the God of Contract, holding the scroll in his left hand and holding the sword in his right hand, said with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, "But the first wave

But it’s up to us to take care of it.”

"So, la-what's your opinion?"

Taylor interrupted him.

La pondered for two seconds, and then said decisively: "Three times. Three times at most."

"It costs a lot to train mercenaries, and unlike you Templars, I usually don't have much loss. Once my losses exceed 5,000 people, I won't be able to get back my money even if I knock down the White Tower."

"You don't need to worry about the loss," Thiel said suddenly, with a warm tone, "because you and the followers of Knicks will occupy half of the vanguard. When the final split is made, your and Knicks' shares will be 30% higher than the others.

."

"But Tyr, I will not participate in the second wave of offensive."

"Can."

"make a deal."

La said without hesitation.

A golden light flashed from the scroll in his left hand.

The other thirteen gods present saw this scene, but no one cared. In other words, they had long been accustomed to this scene.

"Then, do you have any objections to increasing the number of Forerunners to four times that of a thousand years ago, that is, 28,000 people?"

"Sorry Tyre... I have to vote against it."

"And me."

After a brief silence, Loda Khan and Keni sighed and voted against.

"Eleven to two, objection is invalid."

Tyr said solemnly: "For the sake of concealment, Sivir, Kelanwo, Ersachs and my followers will not join the Forerunners. Except for the four of us, the others issued divine revelations to the believers after today's meeting.

Prove the sanctity of this holy war."

"After the sun sets, Nix first sends 6,400 bloody fingers to sneak into the White Tower in batches within six days. Starting tomorrow morning, La will send 5,800 mercenaries to all enter the White Tower within nine days."

"Others will move the believers in within four days starting from the fourth day and prepare for jihad mobilization in advance; while the four saints will sneak into the White Tower under the leadership of Sel after the meeting ends tomorrow. Everyone will gather on the evening of the tenth day

——When the time comes, please inform your Pope to stay here and keep in touch at all times.”

"Also, Nix, you ask your ghost masks to pick out the spies from the White Tower when other popes are mobilizing for jihad. This time N'zoth is not in good condition, so you can only do it yourself."

Nicks nodded silently.

At this time, the figures of the fourteen gods had begun to gradually fade.

Taire said solemnly: "For O..."

Before he even finished speaking, the figures of the other thirteen popes had begun to gradually emerge in the void.

The expressions of the fourteen popes did not even change at all. However, the aura on their bodies did indeed fade a lot.

In the blink of an eye, everything seemed to be back to the beginning.

The only difference is that the sunset has already set.

Across the Farnes, countless devout believers suddenly raised their heads after feeling something after their routine evening prayers.
Chapter completed!