The Black Scepter

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"Our Jihad will spend the winter before Constantine's fire.

Giovanni's speech made the hall instantly silent, and then the cardinals were excited and full of pride.

"My Lord is up, our army will win!"

Looking satisfactorily at the obedient bishops in front of him, Giovanni closed the meeting with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. It was just that when the bishops dispersed, and when he got up and left, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his body slanted, and he almost fell back to the throne as if he had lost power--

"Pope, you..."

The face of Nei Shi changed beside him, and quickly rushed to help the spokesperson of the Supreme God. But just after he stepped out, he saw the majesty of the Pope's hands clenched into fists, shaking slightly...

Giovanni seemed to endure some pain, his eyes closed and his face pale, but he didn't wait for the waiter to reach out and hold his hand, his expression returned to normal-the clenched fist slowly loosened, Giovanni's mouth corner With a bitter smile, he gently patted the paternity's palm and said softly: "I'm fine, it may be overworked these days, and I feel a little dizzy when I stand up."

The inner servant bowed his head and dared not respond. Giovanni was accustomed to their awe of himself, whispered to encourage him a few words, and stepped away from the hall.

As he walked all the way, his slightly curled corners slowly hung down. Obviously, his mood was not as relaxed as before. When he returned to the magnificent residence in the Vatican, the members of the heretical tribunal standing in front of the door even let He frowned slightly.

"Pope."

These murderous machines will not flatter the bishops, kneeling on one knee and presenting the letter in their hands.

Giovanni understands that this is a very urgent letter, which should have just been sent, otherwise it will not be sent to his residence just after the meeting, and the dark red wax seal is torn open, and a few lines of purpose are entered. But he raised his brows high.

"Duke Murphy?...Do you think you can beat me this way?"

He muttered to himself, and immediately remembered the messenger in front of him, squeezing the letter in his hand, Shen Sheng asked: "What else did Maxim say?"

Maxim, one of the three giants of the heresy, was outside the Bari Chebtija Palace at this time, only to fight the battle. At this time, the message that Holy Gabriel passed to the pope was no longer confined to the previous carrier pigeon or fast horse, but Enabling the most hostile magic circle, the news at this time was almost simultaneously communicated to Giovanni.

In his letter, Maxim mentioned that his troops found a small group of troops in the rear. This team from Lampard's territory had only thirty people, and it seemed that it was coming. The other party was camping on a hillside far away, and it seemed that the threat of 40,000 jihadi troops attacking Buttigia and 150,000 purgatory beasts were not in their eyes...

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and Giovanni thought about all the strange things, but there is no clue at all-because no matter what, these dozens of people do not seem to change a million people at all. The result of the war.

There was some uneasiness in the heart of His Majesty the Pope, but what conspiracy he wanted to serve as the Grand Duke was in vain in front of the absolute strength of the "Jihad". Giovanni remembered the power of the purgatory forces behind him, and he immediately settled down, put away the letters and let the members of these referees retreat, and walked into the room that had been prepared for "light purification" in advance.

The dizziness felt when he just left the hall made Giovanni himself a little strange, but thinking about his previous contact with the purgatory demon, he only thought that this was a natural "rejection" reaction, and he stood at the highest point of the Vatican On the level of the Divine Magic Array, he just wanted to quickly purify the purgatory breath from his body, but he didn't find his eyes unknowingly...a flash of blood flashed.

Purification began, and the supreme pope of mankind was gradually overwhelmed by the white gold light, as if experiencing the baptism of the deity.

However, the youngest and most ambitious pope in history did not know that what awaited him was an unknown catastrophe.

...

"This is the result of the first battle?"

"Thirteenth time, the data has stabilized and there has not been much fluctuation."

"How large-scale battles can Compton calculate now?"

"Honestly...I haven't seen him when he feels strenuous...There are almost no errors in the exercise of a thousand people. More than ten thousand card game simulation simulations have been carried out seventeen times, basically giving results within one minute. Of course... we have no way to confirm whether the result is accurate."

"This is enough."

Murphy nodded and looked at a piece of data about Lampard’s various armies fighting the purgatory beast. He felt more confident in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he asked again: "What about the blood race?"

Eindal took three or four sheets from the stack of parchment in her arms and handed them to Murphy, "It looks like William is very willing to cooperate with your plan. He agreed to all the requirements and has the intention to continue to seek cooperation. …"

"It is necessary to cooperate, why not talk about the revival of the blood race?" Murphy shrugged and did not take those guys who had caused him headaches into his eyes. "The crossbow of the August Empire has already begun to be made?"

"The first batch of products has been manufactured. Although this is the maximum efficiency that all Byzantine craftsmen can achieve, the performance of the finished product is still worse than that of the original crossbow," Ilindal pulled out another comparison data. In Murphy She raised her face in front of her, "Fortunately, the advantage of quantity makes up for these shortcomings-by the way, and the news of the branch of the night watchman of the August Empire, Scarlett hopes to help in this war."

"Let her take all the magic crystals she can bring to the Byzantine East China Sea to find Fahna and tell her... within ten days, she will win or lose." Although Murphy's voice was not generous and generous, it was hard for ordinary people to reach. With her confidence, Ilindal’s footsteps were slightly fixed, looking at Murphys, who had been very different from before, and his heart beat a little faster.

"How is the layout in the territory?"

"Dr. Murphys, this does not seem to be my responsibility." Irindal recovered, feeling a little ashamed of the **** just in that moment. When he answered Murphys, he brought a lot of playfulness and ridicule. , But did not expect the youngest grandpa in history to pat his forehead and said to himself: "The same is true, I should go to Clivi--"

Not waiting for Irindal secretly pouted to express his dissatisfaction, Murphy smiled, stretched his hand to the intelligence executive who turned his face, and said, "Of course, I still have some things unclear, you can't go."

Count your acquaintance...

At a brisk pace, Irindal and Murphy walked out of Lampard City, and walked towards the low-pit basin where thousands of people were busy, not far from the wall.

A total of 580 Magnum Cannons studied by Sunderland and others were now loaded on the walls of Lampard. Poor angry angel Mars was completely destroyed after being shot for thousands of times as a target, and his death, In disguise, it shows people how terrible lethality these weapons on the wall are.

At this time, the artillery was pointed at the artificially created basin in the distance, the cold metal surface of the gun body was covered with complex magic patterns, the base was connected to the energy-converting Xida tree, and the firing interval could be controlled at ten. Up and down seconds, the range is more than three kilometers, the landing point is accurate, and the lethality is huge.

Of course, its huge energy consumption can only be borne by Lampard, who owns the Xida tree.

"To be honest, I haven't seen your countermeasures so far. Do these defenses in the territory... are you ready to wait for them to siege?"

Although Ilyndal conveyed Murphy's orders to the troops below, in fact she couldn't guess what Murphy wanted to do. Teams were sent to all parts of the continent, and almost all the available Resources are used to the fullest, including Fahna’s naga, Scarlett’s “dark blood”, William’s blood, all the Byzantine armies, the top ten families represented by Consanas, etc. On the bright side, the mainland is doing tenacious Resistance, but actually undercurrent surge, these resources are quickly transferred from all places under the order of Murphy...

It seems that the battle will take place in Murenthal, but in fact, the layout made by Murphys is almost all over the continent. What Ilindal does not understand is... Why are these things built in the territory with great fanfare?

"Countermeasures? There is no countermeasure. To deal with a group of irrational enemies, defeating them is not as difficult as imagined, but it requires some preparation." Murphy saw Compton in the distance, stretched his hand, and turned his head to continue: "The only thing to pay attention to now is to keep all information transmitted at the fastest speed, whether it is my order or the enemy's movement."

"no problem."

Yilin Daer was quite proud of her chest, but then she felt that she seemed to be more "pretentious" in front of him, and she could not help coughing, concealing her slightly rippling mood.

The big guy, Compton, walked blankly, and Murphy raised his hand and pulled out a card~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and threw it to him.

"All the next card calculations, take into account the effects caused by this card," Murphy folded his hands slightly, frowning and contemplating for a moment, and whispered: "Draw Ashcandy's cards away, all cases Disregard her presence."

Compton nodded his head mechanically, but Irene Dahl raised his eyebrows high, somewhat puzzled why Murphy said that. In her view, when dealing with the enemy, Ashcandi, an extremely powerful blood family, may be the most powerful pillar of the Principality of Lampard. If she is not allowed to participate in the war-is it...?

"This card--"

I didn’t wait for Irene Dahl to think more, but Compton, who was always silent, rarely spoke. His ten thousand years of frozen expression seemed to see some amazing things. Staring at the card in his hand was completely out of the past. Calm.

Compton glanced at Murphys with some enquiries, but the latter just nodded indifferently, and then started to move towards the basin in the distance. Irindal hurried to keep up with his footsteps, but was also curious about the card. The content on the page was glanced at quickly. At the moment when Compton put away the card and left, she saw a few clear writing on it...

"Cards: The Law."