In the spacious and clean reception room on the second floor of the Chenxi Activity Center building, the atmosphere is slightly dull and depressing.
Five saints, more than twenty fourth-level powerhouses and some veteran dignitaries sat around a long brown table. There were probably more than 40 people in total.
Renn raised the ice wine on the table and took a sip. After looking around for a week, he found that everyone was not in a good mood.
There was an inexplicable battle. Many people were still wearing colorful clothes, and their clothes were torn or stained with blood. They looked quite embarrassed, but they gained very little.
Not to mention the best player in the game, Chris, except for the old goat and Ren who jointly killed the werewolf Brewster, only the singer Eddie and Viscount Hope successfully killed a demon marquis.
At the same level, demons are difficult to kill, werewolves have rough skin and thick flesh, and have amazing explosive power; vampires have wings and can fly quickly, and are also proficient in blood escape; demons are semi-spirits and can escape at an alarming speed...
Therefore, most of the people returned empty-handed, which also made Renn admire Jenny's father with admiration. Viscount Hope's ability to complete a single kill under unfavorable terrain conditions is evident.
"Pal, what are you hiding?" Cardinal Anthony stared at Pal on the throne and asked loudly.
The expression on Parr's cold and stern face was still sparse, with an attitude of saying whatever you like.
He stared at the urn-shaped glass lantern on the ceiling without saying a word. At first, he just asked everyone to wait for a while, and he continued to maintain this posture.
This completely indifferent attitude made the cardinal furious. The church lost a fourth-level [Knight of the Golden Rose] this time!
'These damn heretics should all be purified!'
Anthony cursed in his heart, but after all, this was not the Saint Joan Empire, but a country that did not respect the goddess very much. If others did not respect him, there was nothing he could do against them.
"Tsk, tsk, it's really satisfying to see the magicians being defeated." The old goat smiled happily and whispered in a low voice.
He is not the only one who doesn't take it too seriously. Many people look like they are just sitting back and watching the big bosses fight. Being silent in itself represents a stance.
Ren slowly tasted the taste of the ice wine in the glass, looked at Cardinal Anthony who was glaring at Parr, and whispered to the old goat beside him:
"It is true that demons are everyone's common enemy, but to say that humans are monolithic is a complete joke.
How many people and forces there are, how many interests and struggles there will be, conflicts are inevitable, and where you sit determines what your head thinks."
The feud between Farrowland and St. Joan can be traced back to the era of William the Conqueror. During this period, various conflicts and frictions continued. Few Farrowlanders present liked the Church of Light.
When a paladin of the church died, more people gloated than sympathized with the church, and the old goat almost stopped whistling.
"Boy, don't act so old-fashioned, can I still understand? Which side you choose to stand on is far more important than right and wrong.
Those who don't understand this can only say that they are too young. If Anthony had farted today, someone would have opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate." The old goat put his hand on Ren's shoulder and said in a tone like someone who has experienced it.
Ren was dumbfounded. This was really possible. He had come into contact with some officials from Farolland and knew their style of conduct. In short, they were very stubborn, especially those of the older generation.
Director Jones of Bu Shen City decisively led his men to kill Gordon, who was about to hold a promotion ceremony; Inspector Omar tried to eliminate the hidden demons in Orange Town.
Carlos, the "gun ghost" of the Firebird Bar, teamed up with him to intercept Frank and Clow; and the "Dark Knight" Parr in front of him now, both have that kind of military-style iron-blooded style.
Da da da~~
A rush of footsteps broke the calm in the living room. A punisher from the 7th Bureau opened the door and handed a report paper to Pal.
After a quick glance, Parr finally said: "The enemy chose to kill Earl Wilton for some historical relics in his storage ring. The demon plans to..."
He told everyone present that the demon camp was trying to find some ancient force weapons, special objects or related documents to study the weaknesses of human extraordinary professions and rune systems.
At this moment, everyone's faces, including Ren's, became a little ugly. This deliberately targeted move by the demon camp made everyone feel threatened.
The cardinal reached out and took the report from Pal's hand, and learned that Duke Aaron planned to steal the fragment of the Singer's Holy Sword, possibly using it to study the initial runes of the Holy Power.
Anthony's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up with a loud voice: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please take a step in advance."
Not caring to continue to accuse Pal, he hurriedly walked out of the living room. Compared with this kind of thing that might shake the foundation of the entire church, the death of the paladin was nothing to mention.
Parr watched him leave. Strictly speaking, he did not target the cardinal today and ignored the death of the paladin because there were things that were much more important than that.
He said in a deep voice: "In the recent period, all museums or similar places in the kingdom must undergo certain rectifications.
Also, those items belonging to your family or individuals that are valuable for studying demons must be stored properly. Earl Wilton died because of this.
Everyone, I have to remind you that the war situation in the Sixth Age is far more severe than you think, and no one can survive this wave alone."
Everyone's expressions were solemn, and some were thoughtful. The lack of all-out war in the Fifth Age made some people have unrealistic illusions, but now everything has been exposed.
"Everyone, I'm sorry for taking a step ahead." Ranger Luo Qing stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and walked away.
Regarding various materials for studying extraordinary professionals, the natural school has the most preserved materials, and now some storage locations are obviously unsafe.
Soon, the Templar-level Iron Wall Warrior from the Steam Alliance and Chris from the Demon Hunter Association also resigned first.
After scanning the gloomy faces of everyone, Pal said in an indifferent tone: "There is also some confidential information that I will tell you soon. I hope that in a few years, you will still be alive and sitting here."
His words were plain and simple, but they couldn't hide the sense of depression and awe-inspiring murderous intent that the storm was about to come.
The meeting ended quickly, and many people left with heavy hearts, digesting today's news in their minds.
Of course, not everyone is worried. There are also people who are worried about the world being in chaos, such as Ren and Lao Goat.
"Master Ren, I'm afraid the demon is going to take action this time. Are you scared?
Anyway, my old man is a little scared, tsk tsk, I’m thinking about finding a cave to hide in.” The old goat said with a very exaggerated expression, as if the baby was very scared.
Ren looked at his palm and said in a calm tone: "You don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, do it. Master Nicholas, have you heard the story of two mercenaries?"
"I would like to hear the details." The old goat replied with great interest.
Under the darkness, the two of them walked side by side to the hotel where they were staying.
Ren clenched his fists and smiled: "The story is very simple. Because there are rewards for killing enemy soldiers, two young people chose to become mercenaries.
After a fierce and chaotic battle, they accidentally broke into the enemy's military camp and could be exposed at any time.
