Quadruple split.

Chapter 809 Declaration of Victory
"I don't like to lie, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Tom lazily played with the wand in his hand, and smiled at the old man with a bad complexion: "And I also have some research on the Occlumency technique passed down from my ancestors, so it is reasonable that my belief is not firm enough. Of course, my favorite A father who puts his mind to many places is different, you can freely promote him."

Eden looked at the young man in front of him coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

"Threat? No, no, no, of course it's not a threat."

Tom laughed dumbly, shook his head and said, "It's just a simple suggestion. After all, my father has made unique achievements in many fields, and he is also smooth by nature. If the Northeast Diocese can survive this crisis safely, letting him enter the inner circle is only for you." It will be good, at least. Lucius Lestrange is much stronger than the gentleman who just advised you."

Eden held his breath, and it took a while before he said slowly: "Maybe I can't like you, young man, but I have to admit that I appreciate you very much, if."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Tom interrupted the other party very impolitely, and said leisurely: "I don't care much about rights, money and other things. All I want is power, more powerful power, you can't give me, and we... oh ,never mind"

He shook his head suddenly, and then pointed the wand in his hand at his forehead, and two seconds later, he pulled out a misty silver thread from his brain, with some vague ink lingering on it. Green mist.

Pong!
A group of black flames exploded out of thin air, and the silk thread connected to the top of the wand suddenly shook violently, and the surrounding mist was evaporated without a trace in an instant, and then returned to Tom's head.

"And your Lord can't give it to me either."

Tom gave Archbishop Eden a wink with a successful mischievous smile.

The latter stared blankly at the handsome blond young man in front of him, suddenly felt a chill, and fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he has no idea how the other party did it, Eden can be sure that just now, the person in front of him was actually under his nose, in the largest base of the Whispering Sect in the Northeast Continent, in front of the majestic statue of the God of Whispering , easily cut off the relationship with the Whispering Sect and the connection with the Whispering God.

This is absurd. You must know that even if someone can abandon their beliefs, they will be punished immediately by the object of their beliefs, instead of as if nothing happened like now.

At this moment and here, the man named Tom Lestrange in front of him was almost equivalent to turning his back on the latter in front of the God of Whispering, but the statue behind him didn't respond at all.

almost like
Eden couldn't think of a suitable description for a while, but if Mo Tan with the personality of "chaos neutral" was here, he should say "like a peaceful breakup", which seems outrageous at first glance. What a reasonable evaluation.

All in all, from this moment on, Tom Lestrange has nothing to do with the Whispering God and his sect.

"Don't worry, your Lord is a tolerant evil god, at least he is very tolerant to me. Although I haven't established a direct contact, I can vaguely feel that He still appreciates me quite a bit and shouldn't care about it. Such a small thing."

Tom looked past Eden, stared at the blurry god statue in the middle of the prayer room, and smiled: "In order to pursue power, I have tried various methods, and following the advice of that aunt to join your sect is just It's just one of them, but unfortunately, although the power of your Lord really amazes me, it can't be my own power after all, and it won't belong to me at all, and I don't care about "borrowing" this kind of thing. Why are you interested, so... that's it."

Eden stared at the other party with a stiff face, opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry, my lord bishop. Although I have left your sect now, what I said before should be fulfilled. Even if something happens, I will protect your life."

Tom stood up, saluted Eden carelessly, his body gradually turned into black smoke and drifted out of the prayer room.
"Northeast Parish? Ridiculous, ridiculous."

After leaving the last sentence, Tom Lestrange's sense of existence completely disappeared.

Archbishop Eden, whose face was ashen, still sat in place without saying a word.

Although the piety rooted in the soul gave him an impulse, an impulse to rush forward desperately to fight the young man with a sarcastic expression, but the same piety stopped the old man before he exploded he.

The statue behind him exuded a hazy light, as if reminding Eden not to die easily.

long time passed
The old man stood up with some difficulty, turned around and knelt in front of the statue and began to pray.
While praying, while thinking about the current situation.

After the previous trial, as the highest person in charge of the Northeast Diocese, he did not continue to invest in combat power, but immediately ordered the opening of the [Whispering Great Magic Array], relying on the power of faith accumulated in Whispering City for more than half a year. The attackers stayed out, looking for a chance to breathe.

That's right, it's just a chance to breathe. Even though Whispering City lost less than [-]% of its combat power until the magic circle opened, he still felt that he was just breathing for no other reason than the commander of the other party. It was too terrifying.

Not powerful, not powerful, but terrifying!
At least that's how it is for Eden.

Not long ago, after mastering the opponent's basic strength, Eden even felt that he had a chance to repel or even defeat the enemy through the advantage of the home field. However, after the two sides really started to fight hand-to-hand, he realized how outrageous his previous thinking was.

In this Whispering City, where most of the upper-level forces in the Northeast Diocese are gathered, there are many commanders who are quite accomplished in strategy and tactics. The orc who revered the spirit of the elements was also smooth sailing, so he could hardly find any faults.

Therefore, even though Lucius, who was the best in this aspect, was on standby at Xuejiu Hill, Eden still believed that his side had a great advantage compared to the vast majority of orc troops.

Then a few of his men who can fight and fight let A go up, the original intention is to test the reality and frustrate the enemy's spirit by the way.

Then those under him who were able to fight and fight played GG. Although they basically escaped back with their excellent strength, their tactics and fighters were directly torn to pieces by the enemy from the front!
Positive in every sense!

The old orc with a powerful voice jumped out of nowhere, and defeated the followers of the same size in less than two hours.

Completely smashed!
Aside from those believers who died outside the city, even the soldiers who were brought back in the end were all terrified and incoherent.

They said that even if we chanted and whispered, we could not leave a single enemy behind.

They said that no matter how we ran, we would never be able to fight head-on with the locked target.

No matter how hard we struggle, they say, there will be unexpected enemies in unexpected places.

Frenzied efforts again and again, in exchange for only one failure.

Whispers that are always invincible have become elegiac songs dedicated to myself.

Especially after the initial period of fighting, when the enemy's commanders were too lazy to conceal their strategic intentions and issued orders in detail like broadcasting from the audience, those commanders who were so excited that they felt that the enemy was overbearing discovered that even if they already knew What the enemy is going to do, but they still can't stop it from happening. In many cases, they can't even understand those inexplicable and confusing orders, and they don't realize it until the situation is hard to recover. Awareness of exactly what the enemy commander intends to do.

That terrifying monster can even be counted as the whispers that the Whispering Cultists will use under certain circumstances, and set up vicious traps one by one, making the biggest support of the Whispering Whispers useless.

Of course, it may not be completely useless, but the battle damage of almost 1:31 cannot make any Whispering Cultist who successfully kills the enemy happy.

On the contrary, it will only quickly take root and germinate their fears that have been masked by faith.

Therefore, Eden did not choose the seemingly more powerful full-scale attack on himself, but restrained those other high-level officials who thought they could break the situation as long as they rushed up to open Wushuang, and ordered the opening of the [Laughing Great Magic Array] to forcibly suspend the entire battle. It is the situation of being run over and beaten by others.

Note that it is a forced 'pause', not a forced 'termination' that reads more smoothly.

To terminate means to stop here.

Pausing means that the matter is not over yet.

Even if Archbishop Eden finished thinking about it, the other party would never stop talking to him.

That is
【I can only hope that the reinforcements led by Lucius will arrive as soon as possible. 】

The old man sighed deeply, recalling the information Tom brought to him before, while secretly admiring Lucius's precise judgment without dragging his feet, while thinking about whether the situation would change if the latter arrived in time.

The answer is yes.

He knew very well that although there were many enemies outside Whispering City, there were only less than [-] of them. After the arrival of the [-] believers from the Mountain Army and the support troops, and the arrival of Lucius, whose tactical attainments far surpassed his own, this dilemma will disappear immediately!
Not only that
If he and Lucius could wipe out this group of attacking troops whose main force was orcs here, it might even be possible to directly launch a blitzkrieg against the main peak of Sumir and achieve the core goal of the Northeast Parish in one fell swoop.

As long as Lucius arrives in time!
otherwise
Archbishop Eden stood up silently, shook his head with a bitter face, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if that child can really save the old man and cause the entire Northeast Diocese to be dispersed, what should I do?"

He let out a long sigh and staggered towards the door of the prayer room.

at the same time
Outside the city of Whispering Whispers, Black Brahma strategic map D1 main battle area, temporary podium

With a huge totem pole on his back, Mengdo Pan, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the stage, opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, and nodded slightly to Mo Tan standing beside him: "Three hours."

"Three hours?"

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and turned his head thoughtfully to look at the entrance of Whispering City not far away, which had lost its disguise and appeared eerie, and murmured: "If we continue to put pressure on that barrier with external force, the thing will How long can it continue to operate?"

"three hours."

"Still three hours?"

"Yes, the power of the evil god is very strange, and it is much stronger than when we came last time."

The old orc looked at Mo Tan kindly and kindly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt pleasing to the eye: "If the power contributed by those blasphemers does not fall below the threshold, no matter how we attack, we will not be able to shake the concept of the enchantment [unbreakable], um, but Nothing is absolute, I think if the troops of the Holy Church Alliance are here, there should be a way to break through that barrier through other means."

Mo Tan smiled: "The other elders have already started to build the wall. The expeditionary force should be very busy soon, so it's better not to think about them."

The old orc shrugged, took off the totem on his back that weighed at least a hundred catties, and helped it to stand up: "That's three hours."

"Three hours is acceptable, but I will listen to what you just said."

Mo Tan frowned slightly, and asked, "Will the barrier be destroyed automatically when the strength falls below the critical point?"

"It will not be destroyed automatically."

The old orc, whose arm strength was definitely no worse than Jadka's, chuckled and narrowed his cloudy eyes: "But the old man will find a way to break through that barrier."

Mo Tan looked at the elder in front of him curiously: "How to break it."

The latter didn't answer, but with a wave of his hand, he condensed a totem pole about three meters long and two meters wide above his head, and then flicked his fingers in the direction of Whispering City.

Half a second later, the high platform under the two of them shook, and the totem pole that shattered on the magic circle dissipated into the air after triggering a small-scale earthquake.

It is worth mentioning that the above-mentioned 'earthquake' has little to do with the spirit of the earth, it is purely caused by the totem pole.

"It's so broken."

The old man who looked like he was dying and half dead patted Mo Tan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's very simple, it doesn't take much effort."

Mo Tan was convinced: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Hehe, just feel the pulse of that city and throw two totem poles, what's so hard."

Mondo Pan waved his hand modestly, and sighed: "As long as you, Pastor Black Fan, can let us win this battle."

"We've won."

"what?"

"How long that enchantment can last will only affect the outcome of the battle, not the result."

Mo Tan, who was shivering a little from the cold, rubbed the tip of his nose, took the cloak that Yizuo thoughtfully handed over his shoulders, and smiled at the old orc.
"Last night was the last night they could spend calmly in Sumir."

Chapter [-]: The End
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