Another darkness has arrived, indicating that another dawn is about to take place.
At the White Tower City Port, the citizens who had returned to the city from the shelter were still busy under the illumination of the magic street lights. Under the leadership of the city hall officials, these citizens voluntarily came to help and put out the war as quickly as possible.
Collapsed buildings were cleared, and streets and sewers that were inundated by the tide were cleared.
Although many of these citizens temporarily lost their homes, not many people complained about all this. The terrifying scene of the sudden attack of the devil that night still remains in everyone's memory, in that covered dark night
Under the stars, the ferocious and terrifying fleet of demons appeared over the city, pouring destructive energy onto their home.
Just being alive is already a great comfort.
Besides, the citizens of Baita Port City are all true believers of the Holy Light Church. During the transfer that night, they saw with their own eyes that the Pope was like the incarnation of the Holy Light. With the power of one person, it was like a miracle.
The golden light protected the entire city and the people in the city. Although it was very dangerous, thinking about it now, they could be considered believers who had truly witnessed the miracle of the Holy Light.
Maybe decades later, I can proudly describe the magnificent battle that night to my grandchildren.
About the power of the Holy Light, about those warriors, about the brutal and terrifying demons, about all of this...
Before, some people would doubt whether the Holy War Declaration issued by the Pope was necessary, but after personally experiencing the nightmarish night caused by the devil, and after witnessing the scene of his wife and children hiding in the shelter and shivering, any one
There are also bloody men who have realized the Pope's foresight and foresight.
Demons are bad people! They are bad civilizations! They must be eliminated! Completely wiped out from the stars! Only in this way can good civilizations continue to exist.
After the first battle of the demonic invasion, various forces ushered in a wave of joining the army. Even the battlefields of Niscala and Xonos, which were previously feared by people, saw many brave young people spontaneously join the army.
Go and join the war.
This is an unexpected situation, but it is also a situation that surprises the leaders of civilization.
But these people who were busy under the night and full of hope did not know that the savior who protected the city and the people that night, the spokesperson of the Holy Light of the entire human society, the old Alonsos Faol
Your Excellency, the glorious life he was blessed with has finally reached its final stage.
In the Cathedral of the Holy Light, thousands of burning candles cast a layer of illusion and solemnity over the dark hall. However, in this solemn atmosphere, the priests going back and forth in the hall seemed very silent.
Everyone, whether they are high-ranking high-ranking protagonists or the trainee priests wiping the floor and changing candles, everyone appears to be very light-footed no matter what they do, as if they are afraid of making a sound and disturbing the silence in the hall.
There are also some older priests with sad and heavy faces. They half-knelt in front of the sculpture of the Holy Light and recited sacred scriptures repeatedly, as if they were praying an important prayer.
Someone important sends a final blessing.
In the inner sanctum, after receiving the news, the cardinals and privy bishops who came from all over the empire as quickly as possible stayed outside the door of the pope's room. The archbishops, who had always been steady in the past,
Tonight, I seemed somewhat panicked, somewhat unprepared.
People, no matter how much preparation they make for an important event in advance, when that event actually happens, people will always feel panicked. This is human nature.
Among the real senior officials of these churches, the most senior archbishops look at me and I look at you. They seem to want to say something, but in the current environment, nothing seems appropriate...
So, they could only remain silent.
Until the red door in front of him was pushed open. As the Pope's most trusted deputy, Privy Councilor "The Purist" Dejek walked out of it with a sad and heavy look. As the other bishops watched, the Purity coughed lightly.
After a sound, he said:
"His Majesty Fa'ao has woken up. He has summoned the archbishops to come and see him... Prepare whatever you want to say in advance. The time left by the merciful Holy Light may not be long for Your Majesty."
Dejek's words caused many bishops to change their expressions, and also made some bishops lower their heads subconsciously, so that others could not see the hint of joy on their faces.
His Majesty Fa'ao has been in charge of the Holy Light Church for decades. His Majesty's personal ethics, public image, and the role he played in various major events can be regarded as one of the most outstanding figures in human civilization.
The true incarnation of the Holy Light, even the Federation, which is at odds with the Empire. At the official level, the federation's outspoken congressmen have scolded all the leaders of the Empire, except Lothar and Faol...
From this point alone, we can see His Majesty Fa'ao's important influence on human civilization. However, it is undeniable that the Holy Light Church under the management of His Majesty Fa'ao has become bureaucratized and the paths for advancement have been reduced.
As the Holy Light Church's influence around the world deepens, the system becomes more and more bloated.
If this system continues to be stable, many people within the Holy Light Church will lose their passion for the future. Now, I will be called by the Holy Light. This is a sad thing. The passing of any great person is a sad thing.
But on the other hand, no matter who your successor is, the Holy Light Church will inevitably face a real change in its structure.
And only those who are in the midst of change and the system can see upward hope.
As a not-so-serious slang goes, chaos is an upward ladder.
His Majesty the Pope is not a person addicted to pleasure. He has no private property of his own and has lived in the church all his life. When the Cathedral of Light was being built in the port of White Tower City, the King of Alsace insisted on building a church for his already weak body.
His Majesty Fa'ao, who was not very good, built an additional palace for resting, but was sternly rejected by His Majesty. However, the workers who built the church spontaneously built a palace for His Majesty in the church that was not luxurious, but
Absolutely comfortable room.
I don’t know how this news spread. As a result, on the day when the Guangming Cathedral was completed, the most sincere group of believers held brand new and most comfortable beddings, some handmade decorations by children, and some sincere
All kinds of luxury goods presented by the merchants were donated to His Majesty the Pope.
This kind of behavior is completely spontaneous among the believers. Faced with this purest goodwill, Your Majesty could not refuse and finally moved here.
But the result is that the decoration and matching of the room under the Pope's crown are very... well, diverse in style, which is very inconsistent with the image of a simple and conservative pope.
And now, in this not luxurious room, on the bed, the weak Faao Mian is lying on the red quilt. At this moment, he is no longer the revered His Excellency the Pope, nor is he
Then there is the sincere believer who can never be destroyed. He is just an ordinary old man, a thin, weak old man who is about to pass away.
He was already dead. In the middle of the night when the devil raided the White Tower City Port, in order to protect the transferred people, the old man held the holy staff and used his last holy light to protect the entire city. But the consequences of being a hero like this are:
His already weak body collapsed completely. From that night on, Fao had been in a coma and did not wake up until a day ago.
"Ahem"
Probably feeling the arrival of the archbishops, Fao opened his eyes with difficulty, and then with Dejek's help, he leaned against the bedside. Beside him, several Draenei Holy Light electors were using their most powerful methods.
The pure holy light maintains Faao's life, which is like a candle in the wind that is about to be extinguished. With just a flick of his hand, he will bid farewell to this world.
Faao looked at the five archbishops in front of him with gentle eyes. They came from the five kingdoms of mankind and represented the existence of the Holy Light Church in the five kingdoms. If there are no accidents, the next Holy Light Pope will also
Will be born from these five people.
Although this is a faith organization, believe me, the political struggle within the Holy Light Church will never be easier than the political struggle in the human kingdom. In the current state of civilization in Azeroth, faith means power.
It also means power.
"I...ahem, summoned you here to...announce something."
At this moment when his life was about to end, the old man seemed to have figured everything out. He was coughing like an ordinary old man. Beside his bed, five archbishops were lined up. At this moment, even the youngest one had experienced
Chaldea Morgan couldn't help but become nervous in many big scenes.
"I am about to die. It may be 5 days, it may be 10 days, it may be a month... But, I am about to die."
"My life has been very pure. I have sacrificed everything for my faith and the people...My life has been very worthwhile. I don't have many regrets."
Faao gasped for breath, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said:
"Except for the day Lothar fell, we have witnessed disasters. All of us were warned. The empire almost collapsed on that day, but did we really...learn from that disaster?"
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bishops calmly. He was already impatient with this kind of secretiveness. He said straightforwardly:
"Lotha's mission must be inherited by someone! The Holy Arathor Empire needs an emperor! It's time."
"Chaldea, let Varian come to see me!"
"The others... also call your kings to come and tell them... I'm waiting for them! But if they don't want to come, let them be."
"Your Majesty!"
Archbishop Johannes of the Kingdom of Gilneas took a step forward. The middle-aged bald bishop said loudly:
"Anyone can do it, but Varian! His reforms have made people in the empire panic. If you...I'm afraid, the peace we are trying to maintain will be shattered in an instant, and by then, there will be another civil war...
.Please think twice!”
Archbishop Johannes's call was echoed by the Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stromgard, the Silver Priest Ms. Partrice, and the Privy Priest Constantine of Kul Tiras, but before Chaldea could defend Varian,
The weak His Majesty Fa'ao raised his hand to stop the archbishops' argument. He closed his eyes with a hint of final determination.
He said:
"I don't want to see the throne left by Lothar stained with blood..."
"But if the rise of the empire must be watered with blood, then..."
"Let it happen, I've decided..."
"Go ahead, convey the order, and then let fate decide everything."
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The archbishops left his room with the Pope's order, and under the warm holy light, Fao seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again.
And the moment he closed his eyes, in a certain call from the dream, his consciousness came to a place full of life power. Among the colorful flowers in bloom, a slender figure wearing an elf robe was walking.
Waiting for him there.
Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn, with his back to Faol, holding a plucked flower in his hand, sniffing the fragrance of the flower, he said:
"Has everything been arranged?"
Fa'ao was silent and unwilling to answer, but he knew that even the will of the Holy Light in this world needs the approval of the person in front of him. Therefore, after more than ten seconds, the Pope nodded.
He made a sign of faith on his chest and said:
"Everything is as you wish. I hope this will not trigger another war."
"war?"
The great lord turned back, and the flower in his hand fell at this moment. In the surge of death, the bright petals quickly withered, and eventually turned into ashes and scattered on the earth. Tyrion looked at the Pope and said:
"There will be no war. Of course, there will be bloodshed. That is inevitable, but it is necessary for the troubled civilization to break out of its shell."
"I also see that this is Varian Wrynn's fate!"
The high lord walked up to Faao Mian. He looked at the tired and old soul in front of him and said:
"As for your fate, Alonsus Faol..."
"I see everything you have done to this world. You are a truly great man among mortals, and what you have done has won you a key and a future..."
