Ren inspected Dune City's defenses and war preparations, waved goodbye to Carlos, and went back to rest.
The enemy should not be underestimated. Even he must adjust his condition to the best to cope with tomorrow's battle.
………
Deep in the plains, there is the demon camp.
The cool evening breeze blew across the river, and the stars were shining brightly, reflecting the large lights in the darkness on the ground. The lights were brilliant and continuous, gathering beside this handsome tent like a sea of stars on the ground.
In total, there are four large camps, from the banks of the Gordon River to the foot of the mountain in the north, all facing an enemy city that is several times more majestic - Sand Dune City.
The four camps happened to gather the troops of the four major races of demons: demons, vampires, werewolves and demons.
As for the ghouls, night demons, gargoyles and the like, no matter how many there are, they are nothing more than cannon fodder.
In the dark camp, where the laws of the jungle are more straightforward, it is not a big clan without a giant, and without a monarch, it is a small marginal clan that anyone can bully.
This is reflected in the ghoul clan.
This clan doesn't even have an ordinary dark monarch. Except for a few high-level officials, the hundreds of thousands of ghouls don't even have tents to live in. They can only patrol the wilderness and sleep in the open air.
He really has no dignity and is destined to be cannon fodder.
At this moment, more than a dozen dark monarchs gathered in the brightly lit central camp.
This time, all the monarchs came in their true form. The demon monarch Diberio, the demon monarch Bradley, and the werewolf monarch Ofiloch all appeared.
There are many new faces too.
There are the equally famous veteran dark monarchs such as Preston, the vampire monarch, and Best, the werewolf monarch, as well as Pedro, the night demon monarch, and Andris (Gargoyle), the "monolith dragon king" outside the four core races.
monarch.
The soldiers and horses are strong, and the monarchs are gathered together. It seems that the demon is really ready to fight this time.
"Everyone is here."
In the main seat, the commander of the demon camp, Doomsday General Walter, spoke.
Even now, his whole body is still shrouded in a dark mist, and his true appearance cannot be seen.
"Um...Your Majesty Walter, Queen Lilith seems to be late."
Demon Lord Samael looked at the vacant seat on one side of the long table, sweating on his forehead.
Even before the fight started, the giants were already having conflicts, and they didn't hide it.
The dark monarchs looked at the vacant position of deputy commander, looking at each other with different thoughts, and the atmosphere in the commander's tent became a little subtle.
Many dark monarchs do not really approve of this airborne His Majesty Walter. They have no sense of identity, let alone conviction.
Due to the authority of the Demon Emperor, they did not find fault.
Now that they see General Doom being unable to suppress the Nightmare Banshee and being slapped in the face, they are more gloating than worried.
"Hiss~"
Suddenly, a red snake appeared from the void. It was about three feet long, with a body covered with bright red stripes. It was entangled in Lilith's position and spit out a message.
Dark Lords: "..."
No, just send a little familiar to attend such an important battle meeting?
This is such a slap in the face, I might as well not come.
Doomsday General: (●—●)
This bitch...
The dark force in Walter's body fluctuated, like a dark tide, and then returned to calm in an instant, saying:
"It doesn't matter, as long as she is willing to perform the task."
Now was not the time for internal fighting, so he endured it and gave that stupid woman another lesson.
The dark monarchs did not speak, indicating their acquiescence.
Watching a show is a show. No one would be stupid enough to get involved in the fight between two unfamiliar giants. It would be purely to bring trouble to oneself.
Red Snake stood up half-body from his seat, staring at Walter with his dark red eyes opposite him, sticking out his tongue, and his eyes were filled with anthropomorphic contempt.
Walter resisted the urge to crush the smelly snake to death, glanced at the magic sand table on the table, pointed to a mountain range, and said:
"This is the Conor Mountains. Theoretically, it belongs to the fiefdom of that soldier. You can send a large army to attack, or you can distract the soldier's attention."
"good idea."
"Worth a try."
Several dark monarchs echoed.
The biggest enemy of the dark camp this time is the Soldier Master. There is no doubt about this. Even Charlemagne is far less threatening than the Soldier Master.
Attacking and harassing the leader's territory will have a somewhat targeted effect.
"Hiss..."
The red snake showed a disdainful expression, as if to say, these are all useless tricks.
Everyone: "..."
The Doomsday General's face was obscured by the black mist, but he could predict that his face would not look good. He tapped his fingers on the table and said:
"Samael, you immediately contact the demons and traitors lurking in various towns in Falorland and ask them to take action on time tomorrow and try every means to create as much chaos as possible."
"yes!"
Demon Lord Samael nodded.
A monarch praised: "This is a good idea, it can contain the enemy..."
The red snake spit out the snake's tongue, as if spitting: "Hiss, hiss, hiss~"
"..."xN
(ー_ー)!!
Everyone finally saw that the Demon Queen was definitely a narrow-minded person who was determined to exact revenge.
From the main seat, Walter said in a cold voice: "In addition, send a few guerrilla troops to bypass the sand dune city and attack the cities on the edge of the plain..."
Battle orders were issued one after another.
These are simple and effective strategies, but also slightly sinister. It is obvious that this doomsday general is a man who is resolute and ruthless in his methods.
However, today's arrangement did not involve the monarchs, and the attack on the territory of the military leader was only handed over to a monarch's main battle clone and several dark princes.
How the Dark Lord acts is a top secret.
Half an hour later, His Majesty Walter finished presiding over the war meeting and immediately disappeared.
The red snake neighed and crawled out.
The tense and delicate atmosphere was swept away, and the dark monarchs breathed a sigh of relief, looked relaxed, and began to chat.
"There is a disagreement between the coach and the deputy, which is a taboo for military strategists."
"Shh, be quiet, this is something we can't care about? Don't mention it."
Everyone was shocked and ignored this topic.
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"It's fake. I just woke up not long ago. Don't fool me. God-level Seraph? I've never heard of it at all, and I haven't seen any breakthroughs."
A young demon king said in surprise.
"It should be a bluff. News of previous breakthroughs by your majesties would appear every once in a while, but it turned out to be nothing."
"It's true. The envoy from the parliament confirmed it."
"Wouldn't it mean that things are going to change and the Bloody Queen wants to rebel?"
"Shut up, you don't want to die?"
"..."
The Dark Lords chatted and dispersed in twos and threes.
Many people lament that times have changed.
The Demon King, Meredith, and the Blood Queen broke through one after another, and ancient giants such as the Nightmare Banshee, the ancestor of the blood race, Palmer, and the Doomsday General Walter were born.
The world has entered a time of turmoil.
………
The blue moon is cold and the stars are dotted under the night sky, decorating the loneliness of the winter night like gems.
Ren stood alone on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, looking up at the bright moon, feeling peaceful in his heart.
After two days of spending the night together, my sister had gone back to the church this morning, and he was the only one left here, which was pretty quiet.
Suddenly, he opened his arms and hugged a graceful figure in his arms.
She has black hair like a waterfall, a tall and graceful figure, and an alluring face. She wears a knee-length black skirt, which makes her skin whiter, tender and shiny, and her lofty eyes are full of arrogance.
Ren grabbed her chin and said, "What do you want to do when you come here late at night?"
"Tell you some information."
"You quite keep your promise."
"snort."
Lilith hummed softly, and told him the content of tonight's battle meeting in his ear, and warned, "Walter seems to have a trump card, enough to kill the giant, so be careful."
Ren's expression became serious and he was about to ask further questions.
"That's all I know."
Bang!
Lilith's body suddenly collapsed into a ball of rose petals and disappeared.
This is her projection, not her real body.
Ren stood on the balcony, touching his chin with his hand, thinking deeply.
………
The next day, December 30, 313 in the natural calendar, was another day worth remembering.
Early in the morning, the church on the outskirts of Dune City was as busy as an army headquarters.
Tens of thousands of believers rushed outside the church, including princes, nobles, and traffickers.
At this moment, no matter how high or low they are, they are all the people of the goddess.
Believers lined up in a long line, received identical holy water and Holy Communion from the church's clergy, and gathered under the temporary high platform outside the church to sing holy words.
Because there were extraordinary beings inside, along with the chanting, shining holy texts emerged one after another, and the milky-white radiant holy power energy fluctuated and enveloped the area around the high platform.
Cardinal Kant sat cross-legged on the edge of the altar, with religious scriptures such as "The Holy Book of Light", "Teachings", and "The Goddess Pastoral" on his knees, and began to guide the believers in mass.
"The Holy Spirit revived from the distant moment,
The goddess (God/Holy Spirit) sitting above the human world;
You are the doer of good who accomplishes everything in the world;
You are the redemption of sin and evil;
You are the true self of all living beings and the home of the soul..."
The holy power is like the sea, and the tide of light rises and falls, gradually covering the suburbs of the city. Tens of thousands of believers sing along, and the power of faith resonates with it. It flows like a waterfall of light, interweaves like rivers, and swims like threads. There are shadows of angels in it.
Dancing in the divine light.
Soon after, Ren also arrived outside the church and lined up to walk to several stalls on the grass.
When it was his turn, Raphael, who was distributing holy water and holy communion, was slightly startled and said, "Are you here too?"
He thought that the military leader could only watch from a distance, but he didn't expect that he would actually participate.
"Can't I join in the fun?"
"Okay, of course."
Raphael quickly picked up the dinner plate, put a portion of the Holy Communion on it, and handed it to him.
Ren took the dinner plate, glanced slightly, and discovered that the holy water in the glass was white wine mixed with a trace amount of holy water potion, and the holy meal was white bread and meat cakes anointed with holy anointing oil.
He complained: "You are too stingy, you don't even have a cup of real ordinary holy water."
Raphael has black lines all over his head.
Real holy water?
Even a cup of ordinary quality 250 ml holy water costs 200 gold coins on the black market. The church dismissed a group of believers because of the decisive battle, but there were still more than 60,000 believers participating in the ceremony. A cup of holy water for each person is 12 million gold coins!
This is only the consumption of holy water.
No matter how wealthy the church is, it cannot afford such squandering. Twelve million gold coins is a large number for ordinary kings. Many kings will not be able to raise the money without selling the pot.
Archduke Conor could only stand and talk without pain in his back.
Ren received the lunch box... ahem, received a Holy Communion, and walked leisurely to the ceremony stage.
There are quite a few powerful people coming to join in the fun.
He saw the Nine-Star Elder, Speaker Daniel, the Calamity Sword Master and other kings in the crowd. They all held plates with holy water in their hands and chatted in a corner.
Storm Prince Matthew, Miss Mireille, Savage Duke and others even put on high-level priestly attires and stood in the open space at the front of the high platform, singing hymns along with the believers.
Of course, Emperor Charlemagne and Director Karl were not here, and there were not many nobles from Farolland.
"Good morning."
Ren walked to the kings' side, picked up the glass, and took a sip.
The Calamity Sword Master and others did not dare to make excuses, so they responded quickly and in a friendly manner.
"Are you also interested in this ceremony?"
"I'm not very interested, but I have nothing to do when I'm idle." The Calamity Sword Master smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass, and drank the champagne mixed with a trace amount of holy water in one gulp.
Elder Jiuxing touched his chin, his eyes flashing, and said:
"If the devil wants to make a surprise attack, he will most likely choose this place. He has to come."
Maybe it will be more lively here than at the city gate.
Time passes minute by minute.
The coronation ceremony was carried out step by step and was very cumbersome, and the whole morning was busy with various messy preparatory activities.
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The representative puts on the holy cloth, prays to the goddess, receives and enjoys the food from heaven (the food given by the goddess)...
In short, there are a lot of rules.
Renn was shocked. In comparison, the engagement ceremony between him and Valkyrie was already simple.
He yawned again and again, feeling more and more that the dazzling holy light was like light pollution, and the loud and solemn hymns were like noise.
Seeing the afternoon, he couldn't help but complain:
"These gang of magicians are really capable of tossing people around."
Speaker Daniel: "..."
Natural Disaster Sword Master: "..."
Elder Nine Stars: "..."
Several people felt the same way, but they couldn't complain, so they just nodded silently in their hearts.
Finally, Archbishop Timo stepped onto the high platform. He was wearing a white priest's robe and holding the "Holy Rainbow Scepter" that symbolized the authority of the Pope. Next to him was Gonzalez, who was holding the Holy Plate.
Inside the holy plate covered with red velvet cloth, there is a golden crown.
The light golden crown is inlaid with many magic gems and holy mark enamel, engraved with mysterious holy seal symbols, and decorated with pure white angel wings on the edge. It is exquisitely shaped and sparkles in the sun.
Gonzalez, holding the holy plate in his hand, said: "Welcome the Saint!"
"Welcome the Saint!"
The believers shouted in unison.
Artoria was wearing a tight-fitting purple saintly dress, her exquisite face was glowing with crystal luster, her emerald green eyes were crystal clear, and she was full of energy. She was like a goddess coming to earth, bathed in the tide of holy light, and she walked barefoot towards Archbishop Timo.
Holy, noble, valiant, and unparalleled in elegance...the beauty is a bit unreal.
The holy power energy in the void boiled to the extreme at this moment, shining like the blazing sun, surging like huge waves, shining brightly, dispelling all shadows.
She is like the daughter of heaven, walking on the earth and bringing light to all things.
The believers were collectively lost.
The onlookers further away were dumbfounded and amazed.
Renn looked at the holy and noble church saint, touching his chin with his hand and raising the corners of his mouth, feeling indescribable pride and pride.
The Calamity Sword Master looked at him in surprise and said, "There's something wrong with your expression."
"What's wrong?"
"It's too desul, as if to say, the noble saint you worship is my woman."
"..."
This was discovered by you.
Maybe he was too shy, so Renn suppressed his smile and pretended to be serious.
"You guessed wrong, I'm just happy."
Having said that, what he was thinking about was the way the saintly sister was enjoying herself under him, and he could clearly remember her singing softly.
That wonderful taste, endless aftertaste...
The Calamity Sword Master looked at him suspiciously but said nothing.
On the stage, the ceremony has reached its final step.
Saint Kate was surrounded by holy rings, kneeling on one knee, clasping her hands together in a prayer gesture.
Archbishop Timo looked solemn, took a step forward, held the sacred rainbow scepter in one hand, and picked up the golden crown in the other hand.
At this moment, tens of thousands of believers in the audience held their breath.
