The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 543 The Great War

On the railway, the dark train quietly stopped at the desolate platform as the giant python waited for its prey.

This is a bus stop built in the suburbs. In the past, there was a small town that was built because of a mineral vein. Later, as the mineral vein dried up, the town corresponding to the bus stop gradually became desolate.

This bus stop is also on the verge of being abandoned.

In the past thirty years, no train has stopped at this platform.

But today, the station welcomed its most distinguished guest since its establishment - a special train of cardinals.

"Sir, everything went well. The rebel Victor has been captured."

On the train, Tyer sat in a carriage in the middle of the train, quietly listening to reports from the front line of the battlefield.

"Very good, bring him here. Also, what are your casualties and how many seriously injured people need treatment."

Tyr's voice was full of affirmation as a matter of course. As a group of warriors who were carrying out a mission for the first time, and even killing people for the first time, it was normal for the Miracle Monks to suffer damage after capturing a heavily defended fortress manor.

At least that's how it seems to Thiel.

"My Lord, you may not believe this." The leader's voice of amazement came from the crystal communicator, "None of the soldiers you brought with you suffered any casualties. The only few injured were caused by them deliberately welcoming the high-pressure steam cannon.

This operation was like a picnic, and our biggest difficulty was actually finding Victor. "

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Tyer fell silent. After a moment, he said, "Since we have achieved our mission objectives, let's retreat. I'll be waiting for you at the platform in the suburbs."

After that, the call was disconnected. Taier looked at his left hand and sighed slightly.

"I went through so much hardship and effort to get this nice body. I never expected that it would be wrong. It's ridiculous."

rumbling...

Suddenly, a dull sound came from outside the train.

When Tyr heard the voice, he immediately felt a little confused and suspicious.

The railways of the kingdom are managed by the Church of the Lord of All Machinery and the Royal Court. However, compared with the personnel of the Church of the Lord of All Machinery, the number of nobles in the Royal Court is too small, and it is difficult for them to even play a supervisory role.

Therefore, the kingdom’s railways can almost be said to be the private property of the Church of the Lord of All Machinery.

Now that the Church of All Machines is engaged in a civil war, the railway has naturally become a part of their contention.

However, unlike the treatment of priests, both factions were very gentle in their treatment of these ordinary people who did practical work. The importance of railways to the kingdom is comparable to that of blood vessels to the body. If there is a lack of people who do practical work, the railway system of the entire kingdom may be paralyzed.

As a cardinal, Thiel naturally had his own subordinates in the railway system.

The dispatch of this railway was temporarily changed half an hour ago, and all trains that need to pass through this railway must either be modified or stopped. And for insurance purposes, the dispatch of the two railways around this railway was also changed.

But now, a train is coming.

Woo!
The train suddenly blew its whistle, and then the crystal communicator in Tel's hand began to vibrate.

Taier answered the call, and an old voice came through the crystal communicator.

"Tail, long time no see."

……

Dunling City.

A streak of thunder streaked across the dark sky, and soon, accompanied by a dull rumble, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Ben closed the window casually.

Although he no longer caught a cold due to catching a chill and his bed was no longer on the edge of the bed, his years of habit still made him close the windows when he saw heavy rain.

Inside the room, Ben sat at the desk, silently practicing the revised version of the Formless Scripture given to him by Richard.

After sufficient research on martial arts, Richard modified the Wuxiang Sacred Scripture, the Wuxiang Valley's sect martial arts. The modified Wuxiang Sacred Scripture was much weaker than the original version. However, the fatal side effect of overdrawing the soul when fully operating was also eliminated, which was considered to have both advantages and disadvantages.

The Qi flowed along the meridians, through Ben's internal organs, and even the auxiliary organs implanted by Richard were within the Qi line. Under the warmth of the Qi, Ben felt his body warm.

The Wuxiang Sacred Scripture is a martial art that combines the three paths into one, but the Qi that is used to practice it is not the Qi path, but the Jing path. The Qi does not increase during the circulation process, but is consumed because of nourishing the body.

Under the nourishment of the true qi, Ben's body cells began to become active, and his life core was stimulated by this activity, resulting in extremely small changes.

This change is very inconspicuous, but over time, even the smallest change will become a large change that can be directly observed.

In the void, Ulises quietly observed Ben.

As the Pope, his strength was only that of a first-level creature. Even though his combat power was far greater than that of an ordinary first-level goblin, Ulises chose to protect him in secret for safety reasons.

Ulises could feel that the sleepiness from his soul was becoming more and more obvious. It was estimated that in a few years, he would fall into a deep sleep.

He now has to ensure that the church can continue to develop in a healthy manner for a long time after he falls asleep.

Ulises felt that it was unreliable to let Richard, a wizard, manage the church. Even though Richard was trying his best to act like a charlatan, his cold rationality that belonged to wizards made him have to add layers of buffs to play the role of a priest. In the final analysis, Richard was a non-believer. He didn't know what a believer should be like, nor did he know what state a believer should be in after receiving God's revelation.

The civilization system of the gods is just a tool for him to return home, and his roots are still that of a wizard.

Suddenly, Ulises, who seemed a little lazy, had a sudden change in his expression.

As the second most powerful deity after Richard in the pantheon of the Order of Miracles, he could sense that the number of his fanatical followers had suddenly decreased by a few.

As an old god, he immediately realized that something was wrong—someone was slaughtering his followers.

"Isn't the bishop of this city from Tyre? Could it be that someone from the church broke in?"

Holy light shone in Ulises' eyes. As a god, he could project his gaze through his idol. As he activated his power, all the idols of the Miracle Order in this world became his eyes and ears.

Under the gaze of his statue, Ulysses saw that a large number of cybernetic knights were besieging the priests of the Order of Miracles.

These cyborg knights whose bodies have been transformed into machines are like real robots. Even if their teammates beside them melt under the light of divine power, it will not prevent them from shooting the steam arrows in their hands.

"Cyborg Knight? Haha, Tyr has been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect you to attack the most unlikely and the most inappropriate person."

A cold light flashed in Ulysses' eyes, and the next moment, all the attacked Miracle Order churches were lit up with holy light.

The priests saw that the Crow God, who had been standing on the left shoulder of the Lord of Miracles, flew down from the shoulder of the god, with a gentle yet tyrannical holy light burning on his body.

A voice came from the Crow God's mouth.

"God says, those who do not believe will die!"

……

"Lord Belt, long time no see." Tyr said calmly into the crystal communicator.

Bert Garrett, the current pope of the Church of the Lord of All Machines. Logically, he should be in the palace of the Holy See at this moment, devoutly studying the mysteries of machinery, or discussing with a noble about the next ten years of worship. Even if he thought of the worst case scenario, he should be in his own manor now, wearing the flesh and blood body made for the church and enjoying himself all night.

He shouldn't be here.

A bad thought flashed through Tyr's mind.

As expected, Pope Berthe's first words struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Sir Tel, give up."

Tyr was silent for a long time. Logically speaking, the Pope of the Church of All Things should have been the most hardcore church faction. After all, no one likes to have a group of masters who look down on them above them.

But now, Pope Belt actually asked him to give up.

Is this world crazy?
"Lord Bert, can you tell me why?"

Tyer tried to keep his voice steady as much as possible. He was fighting on the front line but his commander suddenly surrendered, which made his mind a little confused.

"Because of the oracle." Belter replied, "The great Lord of All Machines gave me an oracle, saying that a great war is coming. We must unite as one to defeat our fellow tribesmen who have been corrupted by the evil demons."

"Just because of one sentence?"

Tyr couldn't hold it in any longer. When people are extremely speechless, they often laugh. The nominal leader of the church faction, the Pope of the Church of the Lord of Ten Thousand Blows, actually surrendered because of a single sentence.

"That's the oracle!" Belt's voice suddenly became heavier. "Tyr, you have already embarked on the wrong path. The purpose of studying machinery is to bring us closer to the gods, not to disobey them!"

Hearing this, Taier was stunned for a moment, and then he could no longer hold it in.

"Haha, good, good, good! My Lord Berthe, my Pope! Why didn't I realize before that you are such a devout believer?"

But as he laughed, a strong sense of sadness welled up in Tyr's heart.

He knew that Pope Berthe was dead, and the one talking to him now was just a body controlled by the Royal Court.

As the pope of the Church of All Things, Belt is the one who does not believe in God the most. He has always used the scriptures of the Church of All Things as padding for the corners of his table.

There was no way he could have said that.

“I didn’t expect the royal court would even mobilize the ancient heritage.” Tyr said bitterly.

The Royal Court possesses many ancient heritages, and their current crystal technology was born from those ancient heritages.

It is not unimaginable to use inheritance to brainwash a goblin.

At this moment, Tyer suddenly felt that his whole body prosthesis was not so good, so much so that he couldn't even cry.

"Sir Taier, give up. You are a very talented child. As long as you return to God's arms, He will forgive you."

Tyr felt sick when he heard the voice. The voice was holding the body of his best friend, his elder, his guide, and saying such disgusting words. Have the nobles of the royal court also fallen?
"Give up? Give up your mother's head!" Tyr roared while holding the crystal communicator, "You bastards from the Royal Court! I, Tyr, swear in the name of the Lord of Miracles. I will pull you out of the bunker one by one, throw you into the furnace one by one, and cast you into sculptures, kneeling in front of Lord Belt's tomb to repent forever!"

(End of this chapter)