Heroes of Invincible Hidden Architect

Chapter 209 The rainstorm is over, and the wind is about to rise! (7000, thank you all book friends)
In the middle of the night, it was raining like pillars, but the barracks in the west city of Longtong Port City was still full of people.

The entire barracks was in full swing, even the cold rain could not drown out the tense atmosphere in the barracks.

"We still need some oilcloth here, quickly cover it!!"

"Come on! Brothers, there are only two hours left before dawn!

"The fleet is ready, just waiting for everyone, brothers, be quicker!"

"Heroes, is there any hero who can help me bring the rations!"

"Hahaha, I've snatched the mission! I'll come, I'll come!"

"My lord, please register."

"Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, Mo Xian!"

"Okay, Mr. Mo Xian has 2 units of brown rice, and this place has already registered it for you."

Palu walked in the barracks.

The rain mixed with the soil of the barracks, and Palu's silver boots fell to the ground. With the sound of splashing water, the wet soil would also stick to his boots.

This sticky feeling made Palu feel a little uncomfortable.

He always felt like he was back in that dark prison again.

Listening to the noise echoing in his ears, Palu always had a strange premonition that they would never speak again.

It seemed that in the next second, the soldiers in these military camps would fall to the ground and become a headless corpse.

Palu tapped his helmet hard.

He felt that His Majesty the Holy Maiden had left such a deep impression on him that he was a little possessed.

Taking a deep breath, Palu returned to the crusader ranks.

The crusaders sat neatly on the stone steps, waiting to set off with the other troops.

The rain slapped on them, soaking their lining along the crevices of their armor.

But their sitting postures were upright, not messy at all, and no one whispered to each other.

The whole army was as quiet as rows of statues.

Palu clenched his fist and stood at the front of the team.

He looked at his subordinates.

Every position and every movement of them is exactly the same as before I left.

Even if the commander was not around, they did not relax in the slightest.

Four words came to Palu's mind.

Iron-blooded elite.

This kind of discipline is even higher than that of the imperial guards he led in Shengtian City.

At this moment, the aura on their bodies cannot be developed overnight, it must have been through countless blood and fire fights.

In recent years, there has been no major battle in Longtong Port City.

In other words, this batch of crusaders were already top-level elites before they took over.

But I have been kept in the dark, and I have a headache every day for their disobedience training.

These thieves have played me for so many years.

Now that they have become subordinates of the Holy Maiden, they will not act.

Too real, causing discomfort.

Only now did Palu understand why Her Majesty the Holy Maiden was promoted to legend so quickly.

Before, I, like other people in Erasia, thought that the saint was crowned because of the blessing of the Holy Spirit and good luck.

Huh, good luck?What a joke.

Palu coughed and shouted:

"Attention everyone! Get ready to go! For the Holy Maiden, die."

Whoa!

Row after row of statues rose almost simultaneously, staring at Palu.

Palu took off the epee and pointed to the port.

"Target, Longya Port, board the ship."

Qige held Meifu's little hand, stood on the high tower, and looked at Longtong Port City in the night rain.

The crusaders of Dragon Tongue Port City marched in an orderly manner on the street ahead.

"Brother Shiyu, is this going to war?"

"Yeah, there's going to be a war."

Qi Ge rubbed Mae Fu's head.

Since saving Mae Fu last time, Qi Ge has been entangled by this little blond and blue-eyed loli.

However, when Qi Ge checked her attributes, she found that her potential was not small.

【Name: May Fou
Gender: Female
Arms: cavalry

Level: Level 6 (innate level 6 arms) (minor)

Tier: Tier 0 (0rd stage occupation)

Quality: Common Arms

Race: human

Favorability: 60 (intimacy)

Attribute: unknown
Stunt: Unknown*6]

The magic eye can't see all of May Fau's attributes clearly, and can only see a part of them.

Qi Ge had just glanced at it habitually, and even found out the matter.

After careful questioning, Qige found out that Maeve's father was actually a 6th-level and 2nd-level knight who retired due to disability!
Ordinary cavalry only has 4 special skills, and Maeve has 6 special skills, which means that she is still a high-potential NPC with at least 2 exclusive skills.

Qige's territory is in the development stage, which is the time when a large number of people are needed.

Originally, Qi Ge didn't want to attack Mae Fu.

After all, she is still a child.

But with this attribute, Qige can't help it.

Although the alchemy potion that accelerates the growth of npcs is relatively expensive, it is three to four times the price of cavalry heroes.

But if Meifu's potential is big enough, it's not impossible for Qi Ge to invest.

Qige is also for Meifu's good.

Maeve's father certainly didn't have enough resources to raise Maeve up.

Qi Ge can only reluctantly, to be the godfather of little Meifu.

Of course, Qige has not talked to Maeve's parents yet.

But it doesn't matter, Qige is confident that he can impress them and let their family move to God's Choice City.

Players of Timely Rain Merchant Guild donated money and goods, raising the reputation of the entire Dragon Tongue Port City DC area.

Qige, as the president of the Timely Rain Chamber of Commerce, has also seen a rising status in the DC area.

Every DC resident who mentions Qige will give a thumbs up and praise the hero, his benevolence and righteousness are unparalleled.

"Brother Shiyu, why do you want to fight? Dad said, fighting is not good."

Because we want to end the war with war, forcibly end the jihad, save Sir Mrak, and relieve the pressure on the people of Erasia.

Of course, Mei Fu is a little girl, and when explaining to her, Qi Ge prefers to use a gentler way.

"Because Erathia and Hell are already at war.

It's like two little boys fighting, and we all know fighting is bad.

What should Maeve do to stop them from fighting? "

Maeve clapped her hands and said, "I know! I beat them both down, and they won't fight any more!"

Qige:? ? ?
Little Maeve, what kind of education have you received?
However, it unexpectedly fits the current situation.

Qige laughed and said, "We are going to go there now, and knock down both Hell and Erasia."

Maeve nodded happily, her eyes sparkling:
"I understand, Brother Jiyu, come on! Knock out all the bad guys who fight!"

Looking at Meifu's cheerful smile, Qige couldn't help but feel a little worried for the other little boys in Longtong Port City.

Do I count it as slandering others and misleading others?

Just when Qige wanted to teach Maeve to hit other little boys badly, Adela came up from the stairs.

"Qige, the preparations are complete."

Qige looked at Adela.

She changed into a white waxed monk's robe, and used a white wind hood to hug the long golden hair on top of her head. Matching her harmless face, she looked extraordinarily pure.

"Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."

Maeve, who was mischievous and naughty in front of Qige, saw Adela, stood upright respectfully, and performed a church ceremony decently.

Under the influence of Maeve's parents, she naturally has a sense of awe towards the Holy Heaven Church.

What's more, Adela revived Maeve's parents, so Maeve respected Adela very much.

Adela smiled, with the corners of her eyes down, and her eyes narrowed slightly, with an indescribable tenderness like water.

"Little Meifu has to go home obediently, brother and sister are leaving together.

The place where my brother and sister are going is a bit dangerous, so little Maeve can't go there. "

Qige looked at the pure and white Adela through the pattering rain, and admired the beauty in her heart.

He held up the umbrella, took Maeve's hand and walked to Adela's side.

"Adela, let's get ready on the battleship first.

Send a signal to Sylvia at dawn. "

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

As Adela spoke softly, she held Maeve's other hand.

Qige is wearing a white cloak, Maeve is wearing an off-white dress, and Adela is wearing a white monk robe.

The three walked down the steps of the tower side by side, like a warm family of three.

----

March 279, year 3 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

Like a thunder, a message exploded in Erasia!

The saint of Dragon Tongue Port City, the legendary hero Adela, chose to participate in the jihad because the city she guarded was attacked by Kerrigan (hell)!

The city lord of Dragon Tongue Port City, the legendary hero Hua Er who is on the way to suppress the rebellion, is returning to Dragon Tongue Port City to garrison in an emergency.

The next day, another thunderclap struck.

Sylvia, the uncrowned king of Via Port City, took the strongest battleship of mankind, the Blue Whale, and a part of the pirate emperor's fleet to respond to Adela's invitation to declare war on the forces of hell.

All of a sudden, the whole country of Erasia was shaken, and the people and nobles who heard the news all cheered, feeling that the victory of the jihad was close at hand.

Even the shadow brought about by Sosa's rebellion has subsided a bit.

In Shengtian City, people cheered the names of the Saintess and the Pirate Queen, and rushed to the streets to celebrate together.

Bards blow trumpets and sing psalms of praise.

Church priests played hymns to celebrate the turning point of the jihad.

Against the backdrop of cheers across the country, there was one person who was extremely dissatisfied with Adela and Silvia's unauthorized actions.

Roland knocked on the table hard!
There was a "boom"!
The wine glasses and plates on the table bounced one after another, and some fell to the ground, and the sound of ping-pong sounded one after another, shattering into glass.

"Why is Your Majesty angry?
You should be delighted that Adela and Silvia joined the war.

This proves that they are on the side of our theocracy and support the claims of our theocracy. "

Rod Hart slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, and said calmly.

"Oh! Then I have to thank them?"

Roland snorted coldly, leaning against the back of the chair carved with white feathers.

He spread his hands and placed them on the armrests on both sides of the chair, covering the pattern of kneeling and kowtowing monks on the armrests.

"Rod Hart, I think you are asking the question knowingly!
Adela and Silvia claimed to be neutral from the beginning to the end, and they had never participated in the previous jihad.

Adela has always said that she does not like to use force to solve problems, and Sylvia has always said that she only wants to protect her treasure island, and they all rejected my invitation.

But at this time, they suddenly chose to participate in the jihad.

Unpredictable! "

The more Roland thought about it, the more angry he became, and he felt that he was being manipulated by Catherine.

"Their unauthorized actions have disrupted the deployment of our theocracy.

The opening of the fourth jihad battlefield has led to emptiness in the country, and our enemies are not only hell.

To guard against the threat of the cemetery, in the event that the strongest naval fleet leaves the south.All the lords in the south who could pull out their hands to attack Sosa could only die.

This would have been a great opportunity to cut off one of Catherine's arms.

I think they simply took refuge in Catherine secretly, and wanted to use this method to buy time for Sosa!
If Sosa succeeds in standing on his own, even if the Angel makes a move in the end, it will be a huge blow to us Theocracy.

This will revive the human supremacist trend of thought that has been completely suppressed by us!

That woman Catherine is a short-sighted kind with no mercy, she only knows what is in front of her eyes, she doesn't know what is faith, what is the future of human beings!
We Erasia can't afford this kind of internal friction, humans shouldn't give up their gods!

Without angels, how can our human forces gain a foothold in this dangerous land of Yasha world? ! "

Rod Hart knocked on the table and smiled grimly:
"My lord, even so, what can we do?

Don't forget, our God is now on Adela's side.

Angels are not as farsighted as we are, they are mere machines trying to destroy hell. "

Roland frowned and looked at Rod Hart. The two fell into silence together, waiting for the other to speak first.

Qige's small move interrupted decades of careful layout of the theocracy, completely destroying the trap they set up with great difficulty against Sosa.

Although Roland was dissatisfied with Adela, he had nothing to do with Adela.

Adela is the saint of the church, and what she is doing is the most correct thing in the whole Erasia: crusade against hell.

In Erathia, as long as there are heroes who show their willingness to conquer Hell, the Angel Race will support them unconditionally.

If any hero can gain a lot in the battle against hell, such as destroying the legend of hell, or capturing several cities and finally defending them.

Then every week, there will be an NPC archangel holding a wreath and bringing several NPC angel brothers to join him.

In a word, crusade against hell is Erasia's political correctness.

With the support of the angel clan, it means that whether the church is willing or not, whether the theocracy is willing or not, they must stand by Adela's side.

For this reason, Pope Ronis was still busy, and sent Adela and Silvia's expedition to make up a notice to crusade against hell.

This proves the sanctity of Adela and Silvia's expedition.

"What about the Pope in the church? Did Inheim explain it to us?

Adela is now their pope. "

Rod Hart shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty, I don't know why I can't contact you all of a sudden."

Roland walked to the window and looked at the huge angel statue outside the window through the glass.

Countless pilgrims, like ants, knelt in front of the angel statue and prayed devoutly.

Roland frowned and sighed.

"Is it really necessary to take that step? If it fails, the consequences will be too serious."

Rod Hart approached Roland and said:
"Your Majesty, the time waits for no one.

I also ask Your Majesty to make a decision early. "

Roland took a deep breath and did not answer.

——point—pigeon—line——

Inheim returned to his room and untied his monk's robe with trembling hands.

He took off his shirt and put it on the table.

This inner shirt has been completely soaked in cold sweat, as if it had just been salvaged from the water.

"Ah! De! La!" Inheim let out an unwilling voice from the deepest part of his throat.

At this most critical moment, he was stabbed in the back by Adela.

She turned out to be the first chief judge of the Inquisition selected by Pope Ronis.

It turned out to be her! ! !

The whole of Erasia is guessing who the referee is, but Adela's name is not among the candidates estimated by all forces.

The chief referee is like a knife hanging above everyone's heads. Before it falls out, the knife is the most powerful.

But when the knife fell, it must have been shocking.

It turned out that the unlucky guy who took the first cut was actually himself!

When Ronis threw in front of him the complete chain of evidence that the popes forced the people to become pilgrims, and Nicholas betrayed mankind and joined hell, Inheim's heart was cold.

The strength of Pope Ronis is the strongest among all humans in Erasia.

Under his strong coercion, Inheim couldn't even stand firmly.

Fortunately, my attainments in mysticism have also reached a legendary level, and I barely withstood the questioning of Pope Ronis, and temporarily got rid of the suspicion of colluding with hell.

In any case, his Pope will definitely be thoroughly investigated whether he has an affair with hell.

I was asked to close the monastery for one month.

Inheim couldn't even imagine how the middle and bottom layers of the Pope would be hit during this month.
That must have been devastating.

Inheim knew very well that it involved collusion with hell, which was something Ronis couldn't tolerate.

Damn it, damned Nicolas.

Which of his brains is wrong to collude with hell?Are you still thinking about attacking Adela?
Inheim went crazy with anger, and because he asked Nicholas to send him some money, the entire Pope was labeled as colluding with hell by Bishop Ronis.

Inheim was so wronged that he was about to vomit blood.

The possibility of the pope abolishing Queen Catherine and implementing the double pope system suddenly dropped to freezing point.

All the previous efforts of Inheim were in vain and in vain.

Inheim sat at the prayer table, constantly flipping through the notes he had written in special code words.

There is still hope, he will not give up so easily.

It has been clarified that Adela is the person of Pope Ronis, so Adelaide, who had been considered by them to be the head of the Inquisition before, has become a target that the Pope can fight for.

If Adrian can be persuaded to join the Pope faction, a quarter of Erasia will be won!
A month later, as long as we can gain a foothold in the quiet and stable north, there is a chance of a comeback.

For this reason, no matter how much the price is paid, he must succeed.

While flipping through the notes, Inheim's thumb touched a name—Mrak.

Inheim paused.

This was a powerful opponent that he had planned to deal with before, and he had even put a rope around his neck, so he was about to strangle him one last time.

But now, Inheim can only abandon all plans and find a way to make a comeback.

Whether he likes it or not, the Pope, who is in full swing, has fallen to the bottom overnight.

Adela's knife is too painful and too sharp.

----

Mrak is eating.

On the dining table, there are crispy stewed rabbit meat, smoked fish marinated with high-quality spices, and roasted duck...

This was an excellent meal even if it was placed in the banquet of legendary heroes.

But the only one who enjoys it is Sir Mrak himself.

Salit Lal stood in Ser Mrak's tent.

They had just captured the city of the sixth hell, and the process was extremely smooth.

It's as if hell is playing along with them.

There are only a few little monsters defending the city, not even a hero.

When Sir Mrak's forces broke through the defenses, they took the county with ease.

However, the entire hell city was empty, and no supplies were found.

But no matter what, it's always a win.

Lord Mrak still ordered a celebration.

When all the troops were celebrating their victory, Salit was the only one who was not happy at all.

As Sir Mrak's herald and chief of logistics, he knew very well that the troops' supplies had fallen below the critical line.

Another three days, as long as there is no military rations for three more days, the troops will fall into famine.

The Hell City, which has been placed with high hopes, is an empty city.

Supplies to the rear were cut off.

Their troops on the western front were left alone.

This is to let them die!
When Salit was worried and wanted to discuss with Lord Sir, he saw this scene in Lord Sir's tent.

The army is almost out of ammunition and food, Sir Sir is actually enjoying it? !
The huge impact left Salit at a loss as to what to do, and stood on the spot in a daze.

Sir Mrak wiped his mouth and said:
"Salit, I'm going to die."

Salit was startled suddenly: "Sir, what are you talking about!"

"Salit, calm down, sit here and eat a little, and listen to me."

Sir Mrak tore a chicken leg, shook the sauce off the chicken leg, and ate it slowly.

After Salit's expression changed several times, he sat opposite Sir Mrak.

Ser Mrakk nodded, and, spiking a smoked fish with his fork, said:
"I am a death row prisoner. I was lucky. I didn't die. I have grown up step by step and experienced a lot.

I always thought that I could change Erasia and human beings so that they would no longer be oppressed by angels.

But until today, I did not understand.

Humans don't want to be changed, and Erasia doesn't want to be changed either.

I can't change anything, not even myself.

No matter which legendary hero Elasia is, they can basically be divided into two factions. The Minsheng faction advocates the development of basic economy and agriculture, and relies on the cooperation of a large number of human arms and angels.

A theocracy who advocates that all human beings must believe in angels in order to increase the output of faith and increase the output of angels.

And me, neither faction.

I am a human supremacist who advocates the destruction of angels and churches.

I have always believed that people who are not of my race must have different hearts!
Angels are not good birds.

So I'm at odds with them in Erasia.

When I was young, I thought I was strong and never hid my thoughts.

When you get old and understand some truths, if you want to hide it again, you can't hide it anymore.

The most important thing is that I have stepped into the rank of demigod. "

Salit's eyes lit up!
Reach the sky!
Demi god!

Salit blurted out: "My lord! Isn't this a good thing!"

While nibbling a piece of beef, Mrak said:

"You're wrong, Salit.

Angels can accommodate a human supremacist legend, but not a human supremacist demigod.

It's just a legend, no matter what ideas you have, it's just a small fight.

If I am promoted to a demigod, then I will have the ability to truly threaten them.

Therefore, I must die.

Some time ago, Inheim, Ronis, and Roald, they kept targeting our family, and they were warning me.

They're telling me I'm going to die. "

Salit bit his lip and sat down uncomfortable.

Mrak continued: "They don't want to kill me, a legend who has embarked on the path of demigod, the crime value is too high, and the price to pay is too high.

So they are killing me.

Use my family, use your lives, to force me. "

"My lord! Please don't worry about us, we are all your subordinates or descendants, and we all have the heart to die for you!
It really doesn't work, we turned against Erasia! "

Salit pressed his hands on the table and stood up excitedly.

"Sit down, Salit, don't spill the chicken soup."

Mrak took a bowl of chicken soup with a large spoon, took a sip slowly, and let out a satisfied admiration.

"Yummy!
Salit, I am sitting here and telling you this means that I have made a decision.

The life of the entire Murak family, or my own life, is more important, and I will weigh it myself.

You are wrong, what about your wife in the castle power?What about the children?
Our Murak family has grown too far, rooted too deep in Erathia. "

Salit gritted his teeth:

"The wife can remarry, and the child can have another child!
As long as you say something, my lord, there is nothing I can't give up! "

Mrak cut a piece of steak and said:
"Salit, there is no need to discuss this issue.

Let you take all your lives to fight with me in a war that must be defeated.

Or take you to wander away from Erathia.

Or even go to hell altogether.

I thought about it all and gave up.

No need, it's just my life anyway.

Those roads are not good roads, and you will have a hard time.

I've lived long enough to die well enough.

You all have a future of your own.

When you return to Erathia, go find Her Majesty the Queen.

In this jihad, everything I have done is to show the value of our Murak family and tell those dog slaves enslaved by angels that you are very good at fighting and valuable.

As long as you can beat hell, the angels will not touch you.

Her Majesty the Queen will arrange your way out, and she will be your backer.

Nothing will change. "

Mrak put the knife and fork in Salit's hand and said:

"Salit, I was once a death row inmate.

Just die now.

Death row, before death, the prison will arrange a good meal.

No one arranges for me, I arrange for myself.

After eating this meal with me, we will withdraw our troops. On the way, I will explain something to you.

Let's eat now, or the dishes will be cold. "

Salit's tears blurred his eyes, and through the blurred lids Salit looked into Ser Mrak's face.

His face is a little fat, his eyes are small, but he is very energetic.

He was chewing a piece of rabbit meat with a calm expression, not at all like a dying person.

At the peak moment of his life, he foresaw his own death.

But he has no hysterical madness, no struggle at all costs, no despair, no fear, no fear.

Instead, he accepted all of this calmly, and arranged for his subordinates and family to retreat in the future.

He left hope behind and ate his last meal in peace.

Salit didn't think Sir Mrak deserved to die.

But everything that happened seemed to hint at Sir Mrak's death.

Even Kerrigan seems to be playing with Erathia, adding luster to Sir Mrak's final moments.

As if all hell was helping Sir Mrakk die a decent death.

Salit was powerless to change all of this, so he could only vent his inexplicable emotions on the roast chicken on the dinner plate under Jazz's expectant gaze.

Salit munched on the grilled chicken, but it tasted like wax, the more he ate, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Ser Mrak took a bite of the smoked fish.

The smoked fish was delicious, and Sir Mrak thought he had a good eye and bought the right one.

ps: Finally, the modification is quite satisfactory.

It's hard to write this kind of plot.

The main reason is that I am afraid that the foreshadowing will be long and it will not be cool.

If there are book friends who feel that it is not cool enough, stick to it, and tomorrow we will perform at Qige!

(End of this chapter)