When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1125 Are they really going to kill a god?
The betrayal of the Hundred Years' War mentioned by Azerek, simply put, is the oracle of Lilith demanding that they fight to the bitter end.

Even if it's smashed to pieces, even if it costs two million vampires to sacrifice, we should be prepared for this!
Just as, over time, the Empire and the Papacy began to selectively interpret the Mysera's oracles.

Those vampire princes and grand dukes also selectively carried out Lilith's oracle.

The consequence of this action was that the vampires chose to abandon the war to save their lives, and the princes and grand dukes were "forced" to cease hostilities.

The Hundred Years' War ended, and neither Lilith nor Mysera were satisfied, but the Empire and the Royal Court were.

Clearly, despite the myths portraying the two deities as having world-destroying power, they obviously did not possess such immense strength.

At least in the short term, it is impossible to impose any effective punishment on the empire or the royal court.

As the voice of God recedes into the distance, the voice of man draws ever closer.

This led to subsequent exchanges between the two major powers, as well as the emergence of various cities and new ideas.

In ten minutes, Horn had a complete understanding of this hidden history.

He thought for a long time before raising his head again: "Personally, I am willing to accept this alliance."

Hearing what the saint said, Ezerek's heart, which had been pounding, was put at ease once again.

"However, I still have some questions."

Ezerek took a breath through his nose: "Please speak."

"Lilith has arrived. What exactly does she want? To continue invading the Empire? But why?" Horn crossed his legs, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table with his pen. "If Lilith really has that much power, she could just sweep across the land and conquer all the wilderness. Why go through all this trouble?"

“We don’t know the answers to these questions, but we have some guesses.”

"You said."

Ezerek thought for a few seconds before slowly speaking, afraid of saying the wrong thing: "We believe that if Lilith descends into the old body, she should be able to regain most of her power."

But now, something must have gone wrong, causing the goddess Lilith to descend into Serfaye's body.

Her proactive efforts to consolidate the royal court's power and prepare for war most likely stem from a desire to invade the empire again and reclaim her body.

Horn was taken aback: "Her body is still left in the Empire?"

Ezerek hesitated, staring at Horn without saying a word.

Horn suddenly snapped to attention: "Okay, I understand, you don't need to say anything more."

Horn stood up, paced around for a while, and then sat down again, crossing his legs. "I'll ask you one last question: what exactly are Lilith and Myrcella fighting over?"

Ezerek hesitated, and after Horn urged him several times, he finally spoke hesitantly: "Perhaps it's for the purpose of devouring each other."

"Eating each other?"

"We're not sure if it's true, but Lilith and Myrcella may indeed be twin fruits from the sacred tree, and only by devouring each other can they achieve perfection."

The pen tapping on the table stopped abruptly, and Horn frowned: "You mean to say that the two gods with supreme power in the Gospels and your vampire history are still incomplete versions?"

“Yes.” Ezerek’s voice was hesitant. “Compared to Lilith a thousand years ago, the current Lilith can only perform at less than one-tenth of her potential.”

Compared to the complete Lilith who devoured Mysera, the power of Lilith a thousand years ago was only one-thousandth.

This is the message we obtained from that body using the corpse dialogue spell.

A Lilith from a thousand years ago was enough to terrify several princes to the point of suicide, let alone a true god.

When vampires realize that gods are just a figment of their imagination and that punishment only comes after death, they will worship them with utmost reverence.

But when this deity might actually exist, manipulating them at will and arbitrarily controlling their lives, they would instead feel fear.

"Attack the Empire and you can devour Mysera? That logic doesn't seem to make sense," Sisi couldn't help but ask.

“Yeah, I can’t find any connection either.” Ezerek shrugged. “But we can’t think of any other logic.” “So there must be some information we don’t know about…” Horn stroked his stubble and fell into thought again.

Fortunately, this time he didn't hesitate for long before standing up briskly: "I have other things to do. Mr. Ezerek, please stay here for now. We will let you know what decisions we make."

“I will wait patiently for your news.” Ezerek bowed deeply to Horn.

After leaving the meeting room, Horn did not head straight to the next location on his schedule, but instead went to the terrace.

Horn picked up a cup of strong coffee and took a small sip.

The glass windows of the fully enclosed semi-circular terrace were covered with frozen fog, obscuring the outside environment.

He didn't even need to look; he knew there were no beggars on the streets and no laborers working in the snow on the scaffolding.

Through the hazy ice flowers, Horn could still see the Saintess Bank not far away.

By scratching away the ice flowers with your fingernail, you can see the scene in front of you clearly.

It was a facade with eight columns with ancient vertical stripes and thick gables, but it had a three-story brick and tile structure and a wooden door painted green.

This can be considered a style of ancient revival architecture that has emerged throughout the Holy Alliance.

In short, the facade retains the aesthetic appeal of Güell, but the interior is completely modernized.

At this moment, people were coming and going in front of that green door, including well-dressed citizens and laborers carrying sacks.

Although many small towns have gradually become accustomed to the buying and selling of banknotes, most rural areas still retain the habit of keeping a certain amount of precious metal currency.

Many elderly people do not accept paper money.

Therefore, many farmers and migrant workers who come to St. Regis to work often exchange some of their paper money for currency when they return home.

Thanks to the powerful figures in France, and thanks to the trade deficit between the Holy Alliance and France, Horn has ample foreign exchange reserves.

Dealing with this wave of massive currency exchange is not a problem.

Looking at the orderly queues, and thinking of Dawn Island thousands of miles away, it's clear that Saint Union is moving towards a better life.

Since last year's purge, the entire Holy Alliance has been wound up again and is back on track.

I just don't know how long this winding up will last.

From ten years ago to now, Horn has barely completed the original industrialization, and has cultivated a large number of craftsmen and engineers.

Next year will be 1457, the third four-year plan will come to an end, and the fourth four-year plan will usher in the roaring wind-up machine.

Although currently only the Holy See may have the conditions to develop the Clockwork Revolution.

However, the productivity gains brought about by the industrialization of a city are enough to create a generational gap with most of the current enemies.

Once this snowballing begins, by the time the sixth or seventh four-year plan is completed, the United Kingdom's technology and industrial level will reach the level of England around 1800.

The Holy Alliance then adopted an overwhelming stance towards the entire empire.

It hasn't even been two days since things started to get back on track, and now Lilith has suddenly appeared on the royal court's side?
He placed the slightly cold coffee on the windowsill and then opened the window, letting the cold wind blow into his face.

At the current pace of Lilith's conquest of the royal court, she will probably be able to leave the country in less than ten years.

When that time comes, will the Holy Alliance be able to defeat the true gods of the past?

Snowflakes pelted his face and body, which made the young pope laugh.

Slaying a god? That would be quite a challenge.

“Let’s start over from the beginning, it’s like I’ve never crossed anything before.” Horn spoke slowly to his reflection in the coffee. “I just can’t keep moving forward at this slow pace.”

(End of this chapter)