Chapter 883 The Holy Sword Slashing towards Ostend (10,000 rewards plus 1 update)
"Troops should be sent out immediately."
"Our troops are insufficient, so we must report to the Glory Holy City, who will send a large army."
"I think we should contact the local lords and let the nobles coordinate to send troops."
"Why don't they send troops? Why do they only send a few troops? A city like Ostend cannot be defeated by a few hundred or a thousand people!"
"I still suggest contacting the army in front. When the army returns, we will attack from the front and back, and everything will be solved."
"Perhaps the army will be stuck on the road, and then they will attack from both sides..."
Led by Archbishop Joyce, the leader of the clergy in Caleas City and guarding the Cathedral of Solace, the six leaders had three different opinions. Any one person who made an idea would be rebutted by the other two.
Two votes to one, and a unified opinion can be barely formed; one vote to one vote, and one vote to one, even after three days and three nights, no unified opinion can be formed. Finally, Archbishop Joyce snorted coldly and stood up:
"I will report to the Glory Holy City first. Everyone, join me in opening the magical array and open the channel!"
At this point, the others didn't have any opinions, or even if they had opinions, they couldn't raise them at this time.
Everyone left the conference room and arrived at the small prayer room under the altar. Archbishop Joyce personally wrote and drafted a report, showed it to the rest of the people, and stamped each one with his seal ring.
Then, everyone gathered around the center of the array and knelt down to pray:
"My Lord, you are high in the sky, shining on everything. Nothing in the world can block your sight, and no existence can blind your perception."
"My Lord, your loyal servant prays to you here. Please open your power and let your agent in the world know everything that is happening here and now..."
While praying loudly, the gems inlaid on the magic array lit up one after another. Archbishop Joyce was the leader, and the other bishops pressed their hands on the magic array in order, inputting the holy power.
Soon, a little white light lit up from the center, and within a breath, it expanded into an elliptical light gate.
The archbishop was quick-witted and quickly stuffed the report. Then, one, then another, and then another, all hands left the array. The light door flashed and then went out quietly.
"Everyone wait here, arrange your attendants first, and go back to make preparations." Archbishop Joyce stood up and looked around at everyone majestically:
"People, supplies, communicate with the local lords, etc. When the Holy City sends people over, if no preparations are made, I think no one will be willing to try the Holy City's wrath."
Under the transmission of the divine magic circle without hesitation, the news of the fall of Ostend and the disintegration of the chain of the great magic circle was transmitted to the Glory Holy City on the same day. The Pope was furious, the leader of the Holy Knights was furious, the Grand Inquisitor was furious...
In short, the archbishop and the bishops waited in the underground altar for less than 4 hours. The aperture lit up, and a roll of parchment with the Holy Emblem printed on it was thrown straight out of the aperture:
With Archbishop Joyce leading all the bishops, they must take decisive action to regain control of Ostend Cathedral!
If not, then heretics and traitors should be severely punished, so that the Lambs of our Lord can understand the majesty of God!
To this end, Archbishop Joyce is authorized to use all means of attack except the last resort.
The attack should be successful within three days. If it cannot be conquered within three days, the local situation should be maintained and wait for the arrival of people from the Holy See.
"Everyone, the Pope's will is very clear." Archbishop Joyce respectfully read the edict and showed the parchment to the surrounding bishops and archbishops with a solemn expression:
"Within three days, we must launch a powerful attack and achieve decisive results. To this end, I propose to combine the power of six magical arrays and launch the [Glory Holy Sword]. Who is in favor and who is against?"
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"..."
In the city of Cologne, the archbishop of Sea Cliff Cathedral hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed his words;
In the city of Banktan, the Archbishop of the Flower Cathedral lowered his head silently and remained silent. The city of Banktan is the farthest from Ostend, and its church requires the least amount of magical power;
The other two bishops who were looking after the house were even more silent. When the sky fell, the tall man stood up, and the tall man stopped talking. What did they say?
"Okay then, sign the documents and notify Dix City. Three..." Archbishop Joyce looked at the people next to him, estimated the time it would take for the farthest bishop to rush back to the church and arrange everything, and gave a
A more generous timetable:
"Six hours later, ring the holy bell and start collective prayer. Tomorrow morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the ground, activate the [Glory Holy Sword] and cut through the city of Ostend."
"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance."
"For the glory of the Lord of Glory!" The bishops present collectively made prayer gestures and answered in unison.
The bishops, the archbishops, the retinues and the paladins who followed them galloped back to the city. Soon, in the city where everyone was stationed, the paladins came out in all directions, driving the citizens into a frenzy:
"Everyone, come to the church tonight to pray!"
"No one is missing! What? Your Tommy's leg is broken? Don't worry! We have made arrangements. There will be stewards on every street, and there will be special cars to transport people who are inconvenient to move!"
"Pregnant women? Pregnant women come too! We won't let you stay in the church until you give birth. Besides, if you give birth, there will be magical treatment in the church. Isn't it safer?"
No matter how many searches were carried out, people were still dragged out. All in all, the holy bells of various churches rang on time. In the churches of each city, a large number of people also gathered. Under the leadership of the priest, they fell down in front of the altar and prayed loudly to the Lord of Glory.
:
"Sovereign Lord, we come before you and pray to you for our brothers who are far away in Ostend. Please give us your grace and blessing and let the brothers there return to your grace. We pray to you today to let the brothers there return to your favor.
Our brothers and sisters have strong faith..."
"Sovereign Lord, I entrust my health, my family, my job, my career, and my life to your hands. Please take care of me, protect me, and bless me..."
"O Most High Lord..."
The priests opened the sacred scriptures and lit candles. The deacons and aides around them shook the holy bells and rang the golden bells. The boys in the choir sang hymns loudly, making the atmosphere of the entire church seem like a dream...
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Every hour of prayer, there were even devotees serving in the church who distributed drinking water one by one. Four hours later, large buckets were brought and distributed black bread and hot oatmeal.
If it weren't for the occasional coughing sound in the church, or someone running out of the hall quietly, holding their stomachs and grimacing, the whole prayer process would have been perfect.
Even so, a thin mist of light gradually rose up, from the hall to the altar, from the altar to the church steeple. From the magical network all over the city, it concentrated on the cathedral in the center of the city, and then on the entire city.
Divine magic array...
"The attack is coming."
"Yes, the first attack must be the most powerful attack..."
On the wall of the Star Castle, the Earl and Countess of Ostend stood side by side, looking into the dark night in the southwest. Even if they could not see or hear, the heavy pressure in the air still continued to sting their spiritual senses:
"When I was a kid, I saw a magical formation being launched once. That time, Ostend's magical formation alone blasted a ship five miles away, including the ship and its people, into two pieces.
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"The Cathedral of St. Lily has been bombed by us." The countess forced a smile and shook her husband's hand:
"The magical formation below is also disabled. The nearest city of Dix is more than thirty miles away. Even if we hit it, it won't be too powerful. Don't worry."
"You don't have to worry." Count Ostend put his arm around the lady's shoulders and pushed her down:
"Go to sleep, I am here. You are a spell caster, so you have to ensure sleep so that you can have enough spells tomorrow, right?"
After urging and pushing, he finally brought his wife back to the room and put her to sleep. Then, his face sank, and he strode out:
"Give me armor! Tonight, before sunrise, we must knock down the Cathedral of Saint Lily! Those who are stubbornly resisting inside don't have to worry about catching anyone alive. They will be wiped out!"
"Don't worry, it's already being done." A leisurely voice with a slight smile answered. Count Ostend turned his head and saw a slender black-haired young man strolling out and smiled at him:
"Leave the church matters to us. Your Excellency, what you need to deal with now is"
He tilted his head to the side. Immediately, a young man with a stiff face walked slowly and stood in front of the count. The black-haired young man continued to smile:
"We found this... your distant relative southwest of Ostend, ten miles away from the city? We were worried about his safety, so we invited him back."
The earl frowned deeply. This guy was his distant relative, and after the death of his youngest son, the Holy See was optimistic about the person who would inherit his title. He pressed the hilt of the sword, released it, and took two steps forward:
"Ku Jin, what are you doing out of the city?"
"I..." The young man's expression was very strange, it seemed to be both hatred and struggle. The black-haired young man made a gesture with a smile:
"What are you going to do? Tell me. Lord Earl, please don't worry, we have enchanted him, he can only tell the truth~"
"I...I will report to the Holy See..."
Kukin squeezed out his voice word by word. Count Ostend closed his eyes, opened them, and closed them again:
"Okay. Then, please go and report to the Lord of Glory."
The sword came out, the sword came in. A flash of blood came out, and the young man fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty the Earl is really decisive!" The black-haired young man gave a thumbs up. The mage badge on his chest shone brightly, as brightly as the smile at the corner of his mouth:
"Then I'm going to get busy. Tonight, I have to evacuate everyone and avoid the first wave of attacks from the Holy See."
That night, the city of Oostende was buzzing with people and they were busy all night. In the early morning of the next day, when the first ray of sunlight illuminated the sky, the white light cut straight down like a sword!
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