When the deacon of the monastery saw the monks walking out of the thorn garden like tigers descending from the mountain, he cried out in his heart.
Because he didn't see Bishop Kit.
He had already vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was a man who dared to abide by the rules. If he said he couldn't enter the Thorn Garden, he would not go in even if he was beaten to death.
So he could only watch the old monks and the others leaving the monastery in a grand manner.
The deacon had a bad premonition that he might never be able to leave this unlucky place like the Ascetic Monastery for the rest of his life.
The old monks walked very fast and had already left the monastery in a few steps.
The further they walked, the stronger their aura became, and a thick bloody aura emanated from their bodies.
Fifty-five monks.
They arrived at their destination in no time.
Holy church.
The old monk at the head did not stop, but continued to move forward.
Although he has not left the monastery for decades, he is so familiar with the Holy Land that he can find anywhere he wants to go with his eyes closed.
Fifty-five monks suddenly knelt down on one knee at the door of the church.
This move frightened the guardian knights outside the church.
They were already very wary of this group of monks who suddenly appeared, but they couldn't figure out why the other party acted like this.
The answer will appear in the next second.
I saw the monks singing the Bible in unison, and as the loud sound of the Bible resounded throughout the space, dazzling white holy lights emitted from their bodies one after another.
And deep in the church, a door that had been sealed for decades was suddenly opened.
White lights rushed out one after another like flying swords.
Swish…
White light flew into the hands of different monks one after another, and then his true appearance was revealed.
These shining white objects are armors and shields with different appearances. They all exude a holy white light, like breathing lamps, slowly brightening and dimming.
The fifty-five monks did not need to do anything, the armor and equipment were automatically assembled on the master who had been away for a long time.
At this moment, the holy light energy in the fifty-five monks surged to the sky with their heroic spirit.
These people quickly became stronger and stronger, and seemed to become twenty years younger all of a sudden.
The old monk who left them walked faster and faster, white holy light emerged from his body, and he suddenly drew out the big sword from his waist.
The sword quickly emitted a dazzling holy light after being unsheathed, revealing its edge as if it were alive, and rushed forward as if it could not control it.
The old monk flew directly. This was true flying with a sword.
The old monk closed his eyes and sensed the breath of the sanctuary.
So the sword took him to his destination.
Outside the palace of Pope Gregory IV.
Of course, this place was heavily guarded. When the dozens of Templar knights on duty saw the old monk coming with the holy weapon, they did not dare to be careless. They stared at the old monk with wary eyes.
The old monk remained motionless. No matter how the Templar shouted or asked, he never said a word.
A thick pillar of light soared into the sky from the center of the palace, and a tall figure flashed out of the pillar of light.
The light beam disappeared, and people were surprised to find that it was the Pope himself in the sky.
The old monk placed his big sword on the ground, placed his hands on the hilt, knelt down on one knee and saluted.
"Haha, Camus, you are still so formal. Your temper is still the same after decades. I thought you would become more casual."
Old Brother Camus lowered his head and replied, and by this time his voice had returned to normal.
"I don't dare. Fortunately, he was recruited by the Pope. Abel Camus only wants to die for the Holy Land!"
At this time, the Pope was high-spirited and full of momentum, but there was no trace of his decrepit appearance.
"Hahaha, you are still the same, but the more you act like this, the happier I will be, because it shows that your heart has not changed, and you are still the dragon knight I trust most."
Camus lowered his head and slowly stretched out his left hand. There was something on it, which was an iron-blooded cross.
With a move of the Pope's hand, the iron-blooded cross turned into a bolt of lightning and flew into his hand.
Camus continued to lower his head, waiting for the Pope's will.
"If you meet someone first, I believe you will be extremely happy."
A figure holding a magic wand turned into a flying rainbow and shot out from the palace.
"Old man, I'm very happy to see you again."
The white holy light no longer flickers, and the figure reveals its true appearance.
"Merlin!"
Brother Camus exclaimed excitedly.
The figure became clear, it was not Master Merlin.
The usually steady High Priest Merlin also shouted excitedly: "Camus!"
A pair of old friends who hadn't seen each other for decades had red eyes at the same time.
"Okay, you can catch up on old times later. Now, let me tell you about your mission."
The Pope slowly fell from the sky.
…
"That's what it is, go ahead."
Merlin hesitated for a moment, "Sir, if this happens, the Sanctuary will not have the power to protect itself."
"Haha, you can go with peace of mind. With me in the sanctuary, the sky cannot fall."
The pope's smile is assured.
Merlin stopped talking and left with Camus.
A small force, but powerful enough to stir up troubles in the continent, walked out of the Holy City.
…
In the imperial capital, King William was equally gloomy.
"Frank, I want to give you a task."
His Majesty the King spoke to his confidants in a consultative tone.
"Okay, I'll go."
For the first time, Lord Garrig replied in a very sober tone.
"Huh? Do you know what I asked you to do?"
"You want me to go to the Magic Guild."
"...You are really a roundworm in my stomach."
"Don't sound so disgusting. I don't want to do such disgusting things. What are the conditions?"
The king frowned: "Conditions...if they take action once, how much price do you think we have to pay?"
"The last time, for an attack of the same scale, the price paid by the kingdom was that the Magic Guild surfaced from a secret organization and gained an identity under the sun. And... that time, they took the initiative to ask for the action. So the price cannot be the same as now.
And Yu. Don’t forget, if we count from that time, the Kingdom’s funding for the Magic Guild is enough to buy them another country overseas.”
"But this time, we are doing it for all mankind! We have great righteousness."
"Yes, for this reason, I can cut the price by 10%, but they will definitely ask a question."
"what is the problem?"
"If they wait until they finally take action, the price will be even lower by then. But can we afford to wait?"
The king was silent.
"At this time, Warcraft is no longer a simple mindless beast, but a powerful army that can truly destroy all human resistance."
"I think as long as we can get them to take action, the price we pay is worth it."
Lord Garrige finally became serious.
Garrig has always been a qualified businessman, and the king still trusts his judgment.
"Go ahead and talk. As long as they don't have territorial demands, I can satisfy them."
Frank looked seriously into the king's eyes: "I think the Holy See is a good example."
King William was shocked: "Frank, have you become so pessimistic?"
"wake up!"
The finance minister suddenly roared like a lion: "At that time, we still had Blackstone Pass and Storm Castle, but now! Half of the knights in the kingdom are gone, and where is the Holy See? The loss is even greater than ours! Now we only have
I can place my hope in the Magic Guild!"
King William wiped the saliva sprayed on his face by the Chancellor of Finance, and slumped down on the throne: "Okay, it's all up to you. It's all up to you."
Lord Garrigg rushed out of the palace like a rocket as if his butt was on fire.