Quadruple split.

Chapter 603: The Final Chapter (II): The Moon is Dim and Yellow, and the Night Is Concealed

"I'm just about to go back to the guild, do you want to come together?"

Luna offered the invitation casually.

[Alchemist Guild?I know this! 】

Mo Tan was overjoyed, and immediately said that he had almost finished his stroll and was about to go back.

"understood."

The corners of Luna's mouth seemed to be drawn slightly, but the next moment she turned around and walked towards the exit of the inner city, without any intention of waiting for Mo Tan.

The latter naturally followed quickly, and was careful not to exceed the opponent's footsteps.

"how are things?"

Luna, who was walking in front, didn't seem to completely ignore Mo Tan, and asked a casual question.

"It's okay. In two days, I will go to Sumir with the joint support force to deal with the cultists."

Mo Tan smiled, and replied casually: "It's just soy sauce."

"Making soy sauce?"

"Just paddling?"

"Go paddling in Sumer?"

"Uh... paddling means to follow along, to work without exerting any effort."

"Oh, yes, it's rare that you haven't vomited blood much recently."

Luna nodded slightly, and said without looking back: "Good paddling."

Mo Tan laughed dryly twice, but didn't continue the conversation.

"Wangyu is going with you?"

Luna asked again, she sometimes called Her Royal Highness Yuchen, but because the two were relatively familiar, when she forgot this, she just called her Wangyu.

"She's not going."

Mo Tan shook his head, and glanced at Zhan... well, he thought it was the direction of the Battle Sisters: "Her Majesty asked her to stay in the City of Light, I think it's a good idea."

Luna looked back at him: "Really?"

So Mo Tan repeated what he had just analyzed to Yu Chen.

"Well, that's it."

Luna continued to walk steadily in front of Mo Tan, she didn't know if she had listened, but after the latter finished speaking, she said softly: "What about you, are you okay?"

"What can I have a problem with?"

"Hematemesis, fainting, etc., will it be troublesome if no one takes care of you?"

"..."

"So, is it okay?"

"No problem, I have friends over there."

Mo Tan let out a long sigh, and responded ambiguously.

"What friend?"

"My fellow, he is a good man."

……

Sacred Mountain Sumer, Lower Zone, Snowfall Slope
"Ahhhhh!!"

Huo Yanyang sneezed violently, then continued to beat the war drum on his waist vigorously, while smacking his lips and said stupidly: "Which girl is this thinking of me?"

The Fengyu shaman in front folded his hands and hit a dazzling chain of lightning. He turned his head and said loudly: "Yanyang, don't stand still, press up with everyone, those blasphemers can't stand it anymore!"

"Fuck it!"

Huo Yanyang took a closer look, and saw that the group of muttering cultists not far away were retreating steadily under the elemental power summoned by dozens of shaman priests. There were not too many casualties, but it was impossible to be unscathed. Two cultists who seemed to react slowly had already been shocked by the three rounds of Windfury Hammer to vomit blood. Seeing that they were about to die, they immediately rushed forward Go forward, beating the beat of bloodthirsty war drums, roaring the battle song of group augmentation, shaking the warriors in front, and smashing those cultists back under the cover of shamans .

"Ice~freezes all blades and damage, whirlwind whizzes through the messy battlefield~"

After re-buffing the soldiers' status, Huo Yanyang used the song he found on the Internet to howl a section of "Storm War Hymn". He staggered from side to side, retreating in the cold wind.

The same war song, if sung by a Wind Whisper Shaman of the same level, at least a small-scale snowstorm can be summoned, but Huo Yanyang's main job is just a war sacrifice after all, although the Wind Whisper Shaman also has a dozen levels, But in terms of power, I can't praise it.

But it doesn't matter, because he is not the main force of this line of defense. The moment the [Storm Song] roared out, the Earth Prophet in the middle of the team had already raised the sacrificial hammer and swung it down silently.

A nearly ten-meter-long rock python burst out of the ground with a roar, and swallowed even a Whispering Cultist who couldn't dodge, then swept its tail violently, and blasted seven or eight enemies off the cliff. After roaring, it rushed into the enemy's formation and exploded with a bang!

"withdraw!"

The leader of the Whispering Sect bishop acted decisively, murmured something in a low voice, and then bounced a large number of boulders surging with tyrannical power, protecting most of the people around him, and then decisively ordered to retreat.

On the other side, the Prophet of the Earth, who was exhausted, also signaled everyone not to chase too hard. After killing a few miscellaneous fish that could not escape, he regrouped and retreated to the slope.

Then there is the handling, treatment, and burial of the wounded and the dead, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

This has been Huo Yanyang's daily life in Sumir these days, but he still finds it difficult to adapt...

"Damn it, these bastards!"

Huo Yanyang reached out his hand to close the eyes of an orc warrior who had chatted with him a few hours ago, and cursed angrily.

"Don't be carried away by anger, Yan Yang."

The highly respected Prophet of the Earth patted the apprentice of his friend's cousin's second sister's crush, and comforted him: "The Union of the Holy Church is already organizing manpower, and support will come soon."

"Ok, I know……"

Huo Yanyang, who had received the news from Mo Tan a long time ago, nodded slightly, and after the Prophet of the Earth left, he turned his head and glanced at the south where the sanctuary is located, and spat: "The union of the holy religion, bah, if it weren't for Mo Tan and Yu Chen is also here, I will definitely have to swear a few ugly words to enjoy myself."

At the same time, the holy mountain Sumer, the raving city, and the silence

"The opponent's morale is very high during this time..."

In front of the long table, a man covered in a black cloak sighed softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is said that the people of the Holy Church Union have recalled [-]% of the combat power at the cliff. The situation is not good."

"With all due respect, Archbishop Eden."

Another voice came from under the long table, with an extremely solemn tone: "It's time for us to gather all the strength of the Northeast Diocese. We haven't been able to complete the task for so long. Even if this is the old nest of the Holy Church Union, I will It is still possible for the Lord to send down his wrath, so..."

"I'm already doing it, but it will take time to get all the believers here."

The man called Archbishop Eden interrupted him coldly, then turned his gaze to the other side of the long table, and hesitated for a while before asking, "Harry, what's the situation in other parishes..."

"The Northwest Diocese is still the same as before. It is still a mess; the Southeast Diocese has been hit to a certain extent some time ago. The Marshall family, which our Lord had placed high hopes on, has perished. The emeritus Bishop Buffy Marshall is missing and is suspected to be dead."

Harry said briefly.

Archbishop Eden nodded silently, and after a while he asked with some reluctance: "So, what about the Southwest Diocese?"

"Ambitious and ready to go,"

Speaking of this, the cultist named Harry paused for a while, and continued after a while: "They seem to value that new believer very much."

"A young man who is said to have been favored by our Lord just after he was baptized?"

"Yes."

"Humph……"

Archbishop Eden snorted coldly, and said insincerely, "This is really gratifying."

……

Dreamland Theocracy, Underground Sanctuary

"Heh, this is really pleasing~"

The human man with long black hair smiled playfully. He stood in front of a huge wall-mounted map, wearing a silver windbreaker with the emblem of the Theocracy of Dreams printed on it. He had delicate features and a somewhat feminine temperament. A monocle, the slender phoenix eyes are always smiling, giving people a very comfortable feeling, but only for the first glance...

From the second glance, the squinting eyes, which seem to be forever smiling, just feel weird, twisted and weird, like a... something in human skin.

"That, Staff Lamorocco, you mean..."

A middle-aged man who also had the emblem of the Theocracy of Dreams on his robe looked at him in confusion.

"Oh?"

The young man named Lameloch turned his head and asked with a smile, "You don't know?"

"Yes……"

"Then why don't you die?"

"what?"

The other party was taken aback immediately, and his complexion instantly became ugly.

"Sorry, just kidding."

Lamoloch smiled, then looked at the map in front of him again, and said softly: "You should have noticed that Griffin has transferred the Third Army at the border of the Eastern Territory and the Land of Miracles, as well as the guards. The Seventh Mixed Legion in the west, and it's moving south."

"Yes, it is."

The man nodded immediately, his face still not very good-looking, because what the other party said just now was exactly what he had just reported.

"Combining the information about the successive deaths of Prince Kunda Bohe and Duke Wetham Bohe of the Chauvin Empire some time ago, I suddenly discovered a very interesting thing."

Lamerlock no longer looked at the map on the wall, but picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of fragrant black tea, and said slowly: "Some interesting changes have taken place in the south. His Majesty William, who made a mistake, seemed a little overwhelmed, and the hungry lion smelled something, and opened his eyes greedily..."

The man froze for a moment, then frowned and said, "Are you referring to the Chauvin Empire and the Griffin Dynasty?"

"Yes, I don't think there are any other 'Her Majesties' and 'Lions'."

Lamoloch took a sip of the cup of overly rich black tea, and said with a smile: "Find someone to pay attention to the information of the Chauvin Empire. If there is any movement there, it should not be hidden for too long. As for the dean, tell He, Staff Officer Lamorocco, has been feeling unwell recently, so he won't go to see him for two days, and by the way, he asked his old man to transfer half of the legions stationed in the southern border, depending on the situation, to relieve the pressure on the lion, that's all."

The man nodded at first, but he didn't leave immediately, but said hesitantly after a long silence: "However, Mr. Staff...you directly took down a county in Griffin not long ago, and now Letting go like this doesn't matter if it's a bit..."

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that."

Lamoloch shook his head, but then he said with a leisurely and meaningful expression: "I think you should know the reason very well, don't you?"

The man swallowed hard, bent over and saluted, then turned and left.

Of course he knew the reason. In fact, at this moment, everyone hoped that Lameloch would stop participating in anything for a while, and it would be great to have a quiet period of time.

The specific situation...

Let's put it this way, under the circumstances that the Griffin Dynasty took the initiative to provoke, this guy who is currently serving as the general staff of the Theocracy of Dreamland won an entire county for the Theocracy at almost no cost, but according to the post-war According to statistics, the population of that county has dropped by [-]%. To put it simply, there are not many living people left.

Although the matter was not publicized, and apparently no one knew about it except the Griffin Dynasty and the Dreamland Theocracy, it still brought great pressure to the top management.

As for Lameloch himself, he just casually said "the battle situation needs" afterward, even if the explanation is over, it seems that the smile fixed on his face has not wavered at all, and it seems that he doesn't take the countless human lives seriously at all.

In fact, he really didn't take it seriously...

"The chauvinistic empire~"

Lamoloch, who was leaning on the table, turned his gaze to the map on the wall again, a mad light flashed in his smiling eyes, and he drank the bloody black tea in his hand: "Oh, I sincerely hope that you Move faster, otherwise I might really lose control of myself, so please take the lion off bit by bit..."

……

The Chauvin Empire, the southern border of Kangda, the unnamed slope

"It's too slow..."

Mo stood on the highest point of the slope with his hands behind his back, looked coldly at the temporary camp not far away, and said indifferently: "According to the current advance speed, the Griffin dynasty will definitely intervene before the suppression of the rebels pushes to the Fort of Kingthorn."

Li Fu standing behind Mo frowned, and said softly: "But Your Excellency, the current speed should be at the limit. The number of rebels that Arthur Bohe and Duke Forsyth are facing is ten times that of this side." If we speed up the above, the other two fronts will be completely out of touch."

Mo didn't pay attention to Li Fu's analysis, but turned his head slightly to look at him, raised his hand and threw over a roll of delicately sealed parchment letters: "You can come back later and pretend to be a scout to find Arthur Burr He, give this to him, and he will tell you what to do later."

"Okay, the Duke of Versailles..."

"Just let him continue to do what he should do, and don't make any unnecessary moves until he gets further instructions."

"clear."

"Do it, and don't forget to dispose of the person you pretended to be when you come back."

"I know."

Li Fu bowed slightly to pay respects to Mo, and then left quietly.

A few seconds later, with a snap of his fingers, an identical 'Dawn Butler' appeared behind Mo, no matter the demeanor or temperament was the same as the deity.

Mo stood there for a while, and then opened his friends column, and found the name 'Jawen' in it, edited a short message and sent it...

……

In the middle of the Continent of Innocence, on the edge of the Mirkwood

"So, what kind of world mission is this..."

Luen Zhoulan squatting on the treetop complained in a low voice, turned his head and glanced at the three squads that plunged into the jungle again, sighed and maintained his epic longbow, and kept sighing in his heart. Why is there such a big gap with others, and why the world missions Mo Tan, Yu Chen and Xiao Yu got in Misha County were so exciting, but the one I received was so boring that it made people feel moldy.

Of course, complaints are complaints. Kang Lan, who has investigated the rewards of world missions, is not sloppy at all. These days, she is so dedicated to her work that she does not look like a leisure party. Even her favorite professional players pass by here without posting it. You can see its importance.

"But that being said, will there really be so-called 'idle people waiting' to drill into the depths of the dense forest with nothing to do?"

Kang Lan smacked her lips, hanging herself upside down on a tree branch and dangling lazily: "The Dark Forest is not a forest of elves, and it has never been a holy tourist... What the hell are there really people!?"

To be continued
(End of this chapter)