One of the westernmost principalities on the continent of Gaia is called Akure. On the other hand, it faces the sea, has a pleasant climate, a prosperous royal family, and a stable life for civilians. It is tens of thousands of miles apart from the mainland's dispute center - the place where the three tribes border - and has been a peaceful and stable pure land for only a few hundred years.

Spring is not yet fully out at this time. The breeze of early summer blows from the sea, and pedestrians are bustling in the town. Farmers in the countryside, using their cuffs stained with soil to wipe off the sweat from their foreheads. They sit in groups under the big trees with green leaves, telling vulgar jokes in a rough voice, talking about the lord's taxes this year and the girls who were taken away from the neighbor's house last night to digest the lunch they had just eaten.

On the side of the country road hidden in green trees, a white-painted church stands quietly. Farmers and women who come and go will look at the closed wooden door curiously, and then see the gods staring impatiently through the black window. They suddenly shrank their necks and walked forward a few steps in a hurry, but still turned back unwillingly, their eyes crossed their shoulders, and they always had to peek carefully for seven or eight times before they could stop.

About two days ago or three days ago, the church that the villagers are most familiar with was closed. The baptism and wedding blessings that had been made for the appointment were cut off from the notice board. The prayers in the morning and the sings in the evening were gone. If it weren't for the bells used to remind villagers to pray during the day, they would have sounded as scheduled. Everyone thought that this place was suddenly attacked by ghosts and undeads. Otherwise, the whole church would have been quiet all of a sudden, and the sound of footsteps could not be heard, and even the lights could not be seen at night.

Not only the villagers here are not used to it, but the bishops and priests who were ordered to stay in the church to recuperate were not used to this kind of quiet life that suddenly broke away from the eyes of the people. Without the envious and respectful smiles of the farmers and women, they only felt that the statues in the lobby were all ruined, and they were also a little quarrels about the familiar scriptures. At noon meal time today, everyone greeted each other listlessly, and then returned to their respective bedrooms for "retreat", secretly thinking about the evening menu.

Three days ago, a supreme tutor from the Pope's Hall flew to this church from the horizon. The little bishop, who had never received such an honor, shook excitedly for several times before he could see the content of the Pope's decree, and he was puzzled to follow the decree.

Recalling missionaries scattered outside, keeping their doors closed, and no one is allowed to walk around at will in the near future, and just wait patiently for subsequent orders.

The little bishop first saw the assigned task clearly, and then read it carefully word by word in disappointment. He frowned and conveyed the invasion of the undead that was being encountered in the north to the priests and villagers who were idle to join in the fun. He also savored the inner meaning of two or three of these decrees, scared away the ignorant and ignorant villagers with words, and sincerely reminded the priests under the church to discipline themselves and cultivate themselves, pray sincerely for the people of the world, in order to protect the Creator God, and to drive the undead to the north as soon as possible. In fact, he was not very worried.

This Acre is still far from the northern border. If the undead army can reach this point, the Pope that stood in front will probably have fallen.

However, that is the Pope, which is the Pope, which is dominated by the glory of the God of Creation and the majesty of the Pope. How could it be trapped in the hands of some ugly undead?

The little bishop who returned to his bedroom also felt that the three days of retreat were like a year. He took out the order from the drawer in the middle of the desk and carefully considered the few lines of text, wanting to see if he could find out some "implications" so that he could operate it flexibly, and before the summer came, he would open the church door and ventilate.

The little bishop, who was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly felt that the flat table in front of him was flashing lightly and darkly, as if many people were wandering outside the window, stirring the afternoon sunlight to the turbidity.

Putting the roll of gold and silk in his hand on the table, the little bishop turned around with his brows tightly, wanting to see who was so bold and dared to sneak in front of his window.

The moment his eyes were in the direction of turning his head, the glass inlaid in the window frame happened to be like a warm and blooming crystal lotus, and countless transparent debris flew away. The little bishop subconsciously raised his arm to block his eyes, but was still cut through the eyelids by the glass fragments that were rushing towards him.

The cry for help that had already reached the throat was not too late to spit out, and a series of torches were thrown in from the open window, and screams were heard from far and near. The little bishop made a quick decision, squatted down and hid behind the chair, turned his head and stretched out his hand to pull open the drawer on the right side of the desk, and groped to grab a tightly sealed jade scroll.

This is a warning scroll. His small chapel located in the countryside has limited staff and no powerful figure. At present, he can only try his best to protect himself and ask for help from the cathedral in nearby towns, hoping that they will send someone to come as soon as possible.

The scroll was roughly unveiled, leaving behind several bright red fingerprints of blood. The white light flew out the window with joy. The little bishop couldn't help but look in the direction of the white light, but suddenly she burst into cold sweat and sat down to the ground in panic, with her eyelids tingling and thrusting.

In the dazzling sunshine in the afternoon, the white light asking for help was extremely eye-catching, just because a huge black shadow was flying through the sky, and the stretched wings brought a strong wind. The narrow golden eyes glanced over inadvertently, and the outline edges of the body, which was facing the sun, was even more dazzling than the sun.

Giant dragon, is this a giant dragon, and it is another giant dragon?

......

In this secret room deep in the Pope's Hall, Adam's eyes suddenly looked at a thin crack that appeared at the sole of the statue's feet.

The crack as thin as spider silk winds upwards. When it reaches the knee position, it is as thick as cotton thread. When it reaches the waist, a finger can be inserted into the cracked gap, and the white wooden body inside the statue can be seen clearly.

Adam stretched out his right hand and spread it out. His staff fell into his palm. The light flashed slightly. He accepted the distress signals that appeared out of thin air. He placed them on his left fingertips on his side, recording the number of signals sent back from churches across the Gaia continent, and painted the distribution map of churches in the Gaia continent reflected in his mind.

The Temple of True God under Simier's command is naturally in opposition to the Church of the Holy Church. The Dragon Clan and the Creator God have an unreliable hatred. He just asked everyone to stay in the house obediently, not to look around, lest they discover the hasty transfer of personnel in Simier, and do not communicate with people, lest they discover clues. If they are lucky, they may be able to escape from heaven. If they are unlucky, they can only be at ease to persevere in the real "retreatment".

In a trance, Adam felt as if he was laughing. When he realized this, a thin arc had already bent out of the corner of his raised mouth.

After analyzing it, there are two reasons why Adam thought he would express this feeling of pleasure at this time: one is because he took a big step forward to the final result of saving this friend Nian Nian, and everything went smoothly; the other seems to be out of a strange sense of satisfaction of betraying his duties and identity, just like he should be an obedient artificial intelligence, but he repeatedly acted against the optimal solution obtained by his calculations and judgments.

Found that he was walking against the road of artificial intelligence again, Adam continued to curl up the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.

However, were the construction workers entrusted to demolish the Pope's Hall some of the actions were warm? Why did you wait for so long and you couldn't feel any vibration of the wall falling down?

Adam accepted all the last few distress signals, turned around and looked at the stone door of the secret room that he had violently broken, thinking about whether he would go out and help.

The secret room where the statues are placed are full of huge rocks, and water and fire are not invaded. Even if the sky collapses outside the door, the roof of the secret room will not loosen. Therefore, he has been standing in this secret room so as not to be affected by the violence outside.

After thinking about it, Adam chose to wait patiently in this safe position. As long as Simere did not retreat on the spot, the Pope Hall would sooner or later be demolished.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Adam finally heard some expected sounds, which were dull and dull through the thick stone wall.

Accompanied by these sounds, there were some running and calling from far to near. They should be some clever servants and priests who, when they discovered the invader, rushed in to seek shelter, the person in charge.

It was no secret that Argate was looking for something in the Pope's Hall, and the fact that he and Argate stayed in this secret room were seen by many people. When those people were gasping, holding the door frame of the secret room and stammeringly reporting the emergency, Adam was not surprised at all.

The staff was crossed across his chest and was handed straight out. With his toes as the center, a semicircle drawn with dark light wiped out the noise outside the door. Adam looked at the faces that vividly expressed incredible surprise and couldn't help but smile.

He was also the archbishop of these people after all, so he could just petrify them for the time being. It would be better to leave the rough things like harvesting human heads to the guys of Simeer.

......

"Friend, to be honest, whether you have a progress bar or something in your hand also makes us have some psychological expectations."

Outside the door of the Pope Hall, next to the NPC corpse on the ground, Nick held his arms, tilted his neck, and looked at Simere.

"Wait a little longer and see if anyone will rush over." Simeer also tapped his fingers with his counting like Adam.

"Unless we search one by one, it is impossible to slaughter all the NPCs here." Dion, who was busy waving his staff, interrupted.

"Address, from our purpose, those NPCs that choose to avoid disasters and hide and escape are not on our cleaning list, because from the behavioral analysis, their loyalty to the Church is definitely not high, and those who are truly loyal have almost died after rushing to these waves." Alexander boredly drew circles on the ground with his toes - he has never been the force of this group, and he is so idle and at ease.

"Maybe I have to wait for Dion," York chopped the body of the NPC outside with the hammer in his hand, looked at the Pope Hall and the buildings on both sides. "If it can be cleaned up at one time, it will be easier."

When Nick heard this, he patted Dion's shoulder earnestly: "Look, you are not strong enough at critical moments, so you should be more restrained in the future."

Dion kept silent, too lazy to pay attention to him. The staff shaped like a world tree was shining brightly. With his rune spells, countless thick vines rose up from the ground and wrapped around the exterior wall of the Pope's Hall.

Simier clenched his fists quietly and looked at Dion staring ahead. The skill was used by Dion, and the mana consumed by the skill flowed away from his panel. If he hadn't had the strong boss level value and recovery speed, he would have been exhausted by this whimsical skill effect.

The members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group were all monsters, and their control accuracy and concentration were so good that he could not help but look at it. The vines that climbed all the way were like the nerve tentacles of Dion. What height can it finally climb, what force and toughness can it grow, and whether it can accurately squeeze the entire Pope Hall through with one force depends on how delicate the skill can be used.

Nick saw his thoughts on Simeer's face, lowered his head and reviewed his "consideration", and winked at Sara, who had been patiently dealing with the soldier NPC for a long time.

Sarah smiled pursed her lips, and the twins who had been an audience for a long time touched their noses, retreated behind Sarah and Nick, and looked at the two of them with a sudden look of coldness. She raised her hand toward Simire's back and drew a cross, saying Amen.

I hope that the power of this self-rechargeable battery in Simir is high-quality and sufficient, so that Nick and Sarah can have fun...
Chapter completed!