"Let's wait and see." Renne 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, a clan without a giant is not considered a big clan, and without a monarch, it is a marginal clan that can be bullied by anyone.
This is reflected in the ghoul family. 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 Chinese army commander's tent.
The monarchs who came this time were all the true forms of the monarchs. The three veteran monarchs who had participated in the Beihai Incident, the Demon Monarch Diberio, the Demon Monarch Bradley, and the Werewolf Monarch Ofiloch, all appeared.
There are a lot of new faces too. There are the blood lord Preston, the werewolf lord Best and other equally famous veteran dark lords, and there is also the night demon lord Pedro.
A monarch outside the four core races like "The Stone Dragon King" Andris. The soldiers and horses are strong, and the monarchs are gathered together. It seems that the devil is really ready to fight this time.
"Everyone is here." From 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 having conflicts, and they didn't hide it. The dark monarchs looked at the vacant position of deputy commander, looked at each other with different thoughts, and the atmosphere in the commander's tent became a little subtle.
Many dark monarchs did not really approve of the airborne His Majesty Walter. They had no sense of identity, let alone conviction.
Due to the authority of the Demon Emperor, they did not find fault. Now seeing General Doom being unable to suppress the Dream Demon Banshee and being slapped in the face, they were more gloating than worried.
"Hiss~" Suddenly, a red snake appeared from the void. It was about three feet long, with a snake body covered with bright red lines. It was entangled in Lilith's position and spit out a letter.
Dark Lords: "..." No, just send a little familiar to attend such an important battle meeting?
This is such a slap in the face, it would be better not to come. General Doom: This bitch... The dark force in Walter's body fluctuated for a moment, like a dark tide, and then calmed down in an instant, saying: "It doesn't matter, as long as she is willing to carry out the mission." Now is not the time for internal fighting, he Bear with it and teach that stupid woman a lesson if you have the chance.
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.
The red snake stood up halfway from his seat, and the dark red boy stared at Walter opposite him, sticking out his tongue and looking at him with anthropomorphic contempt.
Walter resisted the urge to crush the smelly snake to death, glanced at the magic sand table on the table, pointed at a mountain range, and said: "This is the Connoll Mountains. Theoretically, it belongs to the soldier master. To fiefdom, you can send a large army to attack, or you can distract the attention of the military leader."
"good idea."
"It's worth a try." Several Dark Lords agreed. The biggest enemy of the dark camp this time is the Soldier Master. There is no doubt that even Charlemagne is far less threatening than the Soldier Master.
Attacking and harassing the leader's territory has 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, please immediately contact the people lurking in various towns in Falorland." The demons and traitors inside are here, so let them act 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 letter, as if spitting: "Hiss, hiss, hiss~"
"..."
From the main seat, Walter said in a cold voice: "In addition, send several guerrilla troops to bypass the sand dune city and attack the cities on the edge of the plain..." Combat orders were issued one by one.
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.
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 combat meeting and immediately disappeared.
The red snake neighed and crawled out. The tense and delicate atmosphere was swept away. The dark monarchs breathed a sigh of relief, looked relaxed, and began to chat.
"The head coach and the deputy coach don't get along, which is a taboo for military strategists."
"Shh, be quiet. Is this something we can handle? Don't mention it." Everyone was stunned and ignored the topic.
Blood Monarch Preston's eyes flashed and he said: "I heard that the Blood Queen has evolved into a god-level Seraph, and is going to break away from the Supreme Council and establish her own company."
"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 breakthrough." A young demon king said in surprise.
"It should be a bluff. News of previous breakthroughs by His Majesty would appear every once in a while, but it turns out that they were all false."
"It's true. The envoy from the parliament confirmed it."
"Isn't it going to change? The Bloody Queen wants to rebel?"
"Shut up, you don't want to die?"
"..." The dark monarchs 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 Incubus Banshee, the ancestor of the vampire race, Palmer, and the Doomsday General Walter were born.
The world has reached 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. 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 waterfall-like black hair, 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 here late at night?"
"Tell you some information."
"You quite keep your promise."
"Hmph." Lilith snorted softly, told him the content of tonight's battle meeting, and warned,
"Walt seems to have a trump card, enough to kill the giant. Be careful." Ren's expression became serious and he was about to ask.
"That's all I know." Peng! 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, thoughtfully.
.........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, regardless of high or low, they are all the people of the goddess. The believers lined up in a long line to receive the same holy water and Holy Communion from the clergy of the church on the temporary high platform outside the church. They gathered together and chanted 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 resurrected from the distant moment, the goddess sitting above the human world; you are the doer of good who achieves everything in the world; you are the redemption of sin and evil; you are the true self of all living creatures, 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, with the shadow of an angel. Dance in the divine light.
Soon after, Ren also arrived outside the church and lined up to several stalls on the grass. When it was his turn, Raphael, who was distributing holy water and holy communion, was slightly surprised and said, "Are you here too?" He thought that the soldier leader would just watch from a distance, but he didn't expect that he would participate.
"Can't I join in the fun?"
"Okay, of course." Raphael quickly picked up the dinner plate, put a holy meal on it, and handed it to him. Ren took the 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 had black lines all over his head.
Real holy water? Even a cup of ordinary quality 250ml holy water can be purchased on the black market for 200 gold coins. The church dismissed a group of believers due to 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 collect the money without selling the pot.
Archduke Conor just stood and talked 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 strong 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 Communion Holy Water in their hands and chatted in a corner.
Storm Prince Matthew, Miss Mireyou, Savage Duke and others even put on high-level priest attire 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 Farrowland.
"Good morning." Renn walked to the kings, picked up the glass, and took a sip. The Calamity Sword Master and the others did not dare to make excuses, so they quickly responded with a friendly attitude.
"Are you also interested in this ceremony?"
"I'm not very interested, but I have nothing to do when I'm idle." The natural disaster sword master smiled lightly, 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 twinkling, and said: "If the devil wants to make a surprise attack, he will most likely choose this place. He has to come." Maybe this place will be more lively than the one at the city gate.
Time passed by 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.
The altar was decorated with 10,000 pots of flowers, including 72 varieties of flowers. Sacred objects were placed on the altar. Bibles were read and shared. Representatives of devout believers put on holy shrouds, prayed to the goddess, and received and enjoyed heavenly food... ...Anyway, 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 complaining: "These magicians are really capable of tossing people." Speaker Daniel: "..." Natural Disaster Sword Master: "..." Elder Nine Stars: "..." Several people felt the same way. But it’s not easy to complain, so I just nodded silently in my heart.
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 sacred 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 to the Saint!" the believers shouted in unison. Artoria was wearing a tight-fitting purple saint's 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 walked barefoot towards Archbishop Timo.
Holy, noble, valiant, and unparalleled in elegance...the beauty is a bit unreal. The holy energy in the void boiled to the extreme at this moment, shining like the 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.
Ren looked at the holy and noble church saint, touching her chin with her hand, and raised the corners of her 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?"
"Too Dese, as if to say, the noble saint you worship is my woman."
"..." You have discovered this. Maybe he was too shy, so Renn suppressed his smile and pretended to be serious.
"You guessed wrong. I'm just happy." After saying this, what he was thinking about was the way the saintly sister was enjoying herself under him. He could clearly remember her singing softly.
That wonderful taste, endless aftertaste... The Calamity Sword Master looked at him a little suspiciously and 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.
