Quadruple split

"I don't like lying, Your Excellency."

Tom lazily played with the wand in his hand and smiled at the old man with a grim look: "And he has done some research on the Occlumency passed down from his ancestors, so it is reasonable for his faith not to be firm enough. Of course, my favorite It's different for a father who puts his mind into many things. You can promote him freely."

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 and shook his head: "It's just a simple suggestion. After all, my father has made unique achievements in many fields and is tactful by nature. If the Northeast Diocese can survive this crisis safely, it will only be helpful for you to let him enter the inner circle. It will be beneficial, at least. Lucius Lestrange is much stronger than the gentleman who just advised you."

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

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

Tom interrupted the other party rudely and said leisurely: "I'm not very concerned about things like power and money. All I want is power, more powerful power. You can't give it to me, and we... alas ,never mind"

He suddenly shook his head, then pointed the wand in his hand at his forehead, and two seconds later pulled out a mist-like silver thread from his mind, with some faint ink lingering on it. Dense green.

Peng!

A ball of black flame exploded out of thin air, and the thread connected to the top of the wand suddenly shook violently. The surrounding atmosphere was evaporated without a trace in an instant, and then returned to Tom's head.

"And your Lord cannot give it to me either."

Tom smiled as if his mischief had succeeded, and winked at Archbishop Eden.

The latter stared blankly at the handsome blond young man in front of him, suddenly felt a chill, and a thin layer of 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 northeastern continent, in front of the mighty statue of the God of Whispering. , easily severed the relationship with the Whispering Sect and the connection with the Whispering God.

This is ridiculous. You must know that even if someone can betray his faith, he will be punished by the person he believes in immediately, instead of just like now, nothing happens.

At this moment, the man named Tom Lestrange in front of him was almost equivalent to betraying the God of Whispers in front of him. As a result, the statue behind him did not react at all.

It's almost like

Eden couldn't think of a suitable description for a while, but if Mo Tan was here with a 'chaotic neutral' personality, he would probably say 'like a peaceful breakup'. This seems outrageous at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, What a reasonable evaluation.

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

"Don't worry, your Lord is a tolerant evil god. At least he is very tolerant to me. Although we have not established direct contact, I can vaguely feel that He appreciates me quite a lot and should not care. Such little things.”

Tom looked past Eden and stared at the blurry statue in the center of the prayer room. He smiled and said: "In order to pursue power, I have tried various methods, and it is just a matter of following the aunt's words and joining your sect. It's just one of them, but unfortunately, although the power of your Lord is indeed amazing to me, it cannot become my own power after all. It will not belong to me at all, and I don't care about 'borrowing' this kind of thing. Why are you interested, so... let's do it."

Eden stared at the other person with a stiff face, opened his mouth several times, but could not say a word.

"Don't worry, Lord Bishop. Although I have left your sect now, what I said before will still be fulfilled. Even if there is an accident, I will protect your life."

Tom stood up, bowed to Eden carelessly, and his body gradually turned into black smoke and drifted outside the prayer room.

"Northeast Parish? Ridiculous, ridiculous."

After leaving his last words, Tom Lestrange's presence completely disappeared.

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

Although the piety rooted in his soul made him have an impulse, an impulse to rush forward and fight the young man with a sneer expression at all costs, but this same piety stopped the old man before he broke out. he.

The statue behind him emitted a hazy light, seeming to remind Eden not to die easily.

After a long time

The old man stood up with some difficulty, turned around, knelt in front of the statue and began to pray.

While praying, I thought about the current situation.

After the previous temptation, as the top person in charge of the Northeastern Diocese, he did not continue to invest in the battle. Instead, he immediately ordered the opening of the [Great False Word Magic Formation], relying on the power of faith accumulated in the Rumbling City for more than half a year. The attackers were isolated outside, just to get a chance to breathe.

That's right, it was just a chance to breathe. Even though the Whispering City had only lost less than 20% of its combat power before the magical formation was activated, he still felt that he was just breathing. The reason was for no other reason than the commander of the other party. It's really too scary.

Not powerful, not awesome, but terrifying!

At least that's the case for Eden.

Not long ago, after mastering the opponent's basic strength, Eden even thought that he had a chance to repel or even defeat the enemy through the advantage of his home field. However, after the two sides actually started to engage in close combat, he realized how outrageous his previous idea was.

In this whispering city, which gathers most of the upper-level forces of the Northeast Diocese, there are many commanders who are accomplished in strategy and tactics. Although they are not as powerful as a certain God's Favorite in the Southwest Diocese, they only knew how to fight Sumir's gang blindly before. The orcs who revere the elemental spirits have everything going smoothly, making it almost impossible for him to find any faults.

Therefore, although Lucius, who is the best in this regard, is on standby at Snow Dove Hill, Eden still believes that his side has a great advantage over those troops that are mostly composed of orcs.

Then several of his men who were good at fighting were sent to A. The original intention was to test the reality and weaken the enemy's spirit.

Then those of his men who were good at fighting played GG. Although they basically escaped with their excellent strength, their tactics and warriors were directly torn to pieces by the enemy from the front!

Positive in every sense of the word!

The old orc with the powerful voice didn't know where he came from, and it took less than two hours to defeat the cultists of the same size.

Completely shattered!

Putting aside the believers who died outside the city, even the soldiers who were finally gathered back were frightened and incoherent.

Even if we sing whispers, they say, we won't be able to leave even a single enemy behind.

They say that no matter how hard we rush, we will never be able to fight head-on against our target.

They say that no matter how hard we struggle, unexpected enemies will appear in unexpected places.

Fanatical efforts again and again only resulted in repeated failures.

The invincible whisper has become a lament dedicated to myself.

Especially after the initial period of fighting, when the enemy commander was no longer too lazy to conceal his strategic intentions and issued orders in detail as if broadcasting to the whole audience, those commanders who were excited and thought that the enemy was overpowering actually discovered that even though they already knew The enemy is trying to do something, but they still can't stop it from happening. In many cases, they can't even understand those incomprehensible and confusing orders. They won't be able to realize it until later when the situation becomes difficult to recover. Realize what the enemy commander really wants.

That terrifying monster can even figure out what kind of whisper the Whisper believers are likely to use under what circumstances, and sets vicious traps, making the believers' greatest reliance useless.

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

On the contrary, it will only make their fears that have been covered up by faith quickly take root.

Therefore, Eden did not choose an all-out attack that seemed to be more powerful against him. Instead, he restrained the other senior officials who thought they could break the situation by rushing forward and launching an unparalleled attack. He ordered the activation of the [False Words Magic Formation] to forcefully suspend this complete battle. It's like being crushed and beaten by others.

Note that it is a forced 'pause', not a forced 'termination' which is more readable.

Termination means the end.

Pause means that the matter is not over yet.

Even if Archbishop Eden finishes thinking about it, the other party will definitely never finish with him.

That is to say

[We can only hope that the reinforcements led by Lucius will arrive as soon as possible. 】

The old man sighed deeply, recalling the information that Tom had brought to him before. While secretly admiring Lucius's accurate judgment without delay, he also thought about whether the situation would change if the latter could arrive in time.

The answer is yes.

He knew very well that although there were many enemies outside the Whispering City, there were only less than 4,000 of them. Even if the old orc could suppress him with his frightening command skills, he would not be able to hold his head up when the attackers gathered together. After the arrival of the 7,000 believers from the mountain troops and support troops, and the arrival of Lucius, whose tactical attainments far exceed his own, this dilemma will disappear immediately!

Not only that

If he and Lucius could annihilate this group of attacking troops whose main combat power was the orcs, they might even launch a blitzkrieg directly on the main peak of Sumir, achieving the core purpose of the Northeast Diocese in one fell swoop.

As long as Lucius can arrive in time!

otherwise

Archbishop Eden stood up silently, shook his head with a bitter expression, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if that child can really save me and cause the entire Northeastern Diocese to be broken up, where will I go?"

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

at the same time

Outside the Whispering City, the main battle area D1 of the Black Van strategic map, the temporary command post

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

"Three hours?"

Mo Tan nodded slightly, turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the entrance of the Rumbling City not far away, which had lost its disguise and looked eerie. He muttered: "If we continue to put pressure on that barrier through external forces, that thing will How long can it probably continue to operate?”

"three hours."

"Or three hours?"

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

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

Mo Tan smiled and said: "Other elders have already started to build the wall. The expeditionary force will be very busy soon, so it is better not to consider them."

The old orc shrugged, took off the totem from his back, which weighed at least a hundred kilograms, and stood up with it: "Then three hours."

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

Mo Tan frowned slightly and asked, "Will the barrier automatically be destroyed 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 I will find a way to break that barrier."

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

The latter did not answer, but with a wave of his hand, he gathered a totem pole about three meters long and two meters wide above his head, and then flicked it in the direction of Rumbling City.

Half a second later, the high platform beneath the two of them shook, and the totem pole that smashed into the magic circle dissipated into the air after causing a small 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 bumping into it.

"So broken."

The elderly man who looked like he was old and half-dead patted Mo Tan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's very simple, no effort required."

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

"Haha, it's just to feel the pulse of the city and throw two totem poles. What's so hard?"

Mondo Pan waved his hand humbly and sighed: "As long as you, Priest Black Van, can let us win this game."

"We've already won."

"ah?"

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

Mo Tan, who was shivering from the cold, rubbed the tip of his nose, took the cloak that Yi Zuo thoughtfully handed over, put it on his shoulders, and smiled at the old orc.

"Last night was the last night they could spend leisurely in Sumir."

Chapter 802: End