In the square of the church garrison camp, the soldiers of the church army carefully transported boxes of heavy ordnance from dozens of carriages with the help of torches lit around them.
The clergymen of the Church of Heavenly Father pried open the cover of the wooden box and looked at the muskets and lead bullets wrapped in oil paper inside. They looked at each other with solemn expressions and were speechless for a long time.
Standing on the bell tower at the top of Tyro Cathedral, two mysterious men in gray robes looked at the busy people in the military camp in the distance with different expressions.
One of the men in gray robes, whose voice sounded quite old, whispered: "Twenty-seven hundred Melia-type imperial military rifles, forty turtle-type open-ended shotguns for field use, and fifteen for sieges.
Lion heavy mortar, as well as countless gunpowder bombs, poison gas bombs, incendiary bombs..."
The younger man in gray robe said maliciously: "Looking at the group of servants who used to serve God, placing their only hope on the weapons of the devil, as a former believer in God, how do you feel...
Miles?"
The old man named Miles slowly opened the hood of his robe with trembling fingers, revealing an extremely pale face.
His cloudy eyes were full of confusion and pain: "God will not forgive this kind of behavior."
The young man took out a nail clipper from his robe, gently polished the bone spur on his nail, and said with a smile: "On the day I go to meet the cardinal, you really should go with me to see
Look at the faces of those people in the church, how despicable and pathetic they are."
Mairis turned his face sideways and stared at the young man's face: "Katili... no, throat bone... why do you want to hand the weapons of the empire into the hands of these false believers?"
The young man with a "Katili" face, but known as Throatbone, glanced sideways at Miles: "Isn't the answer obvious? Let the church and Muxi City go to war to disrupt this stagnant water."
"wrong!"
Mairis raised his voice: "My intuition tells me that things are not as simple as you said. You must still be planning something!"
Throatbone opened the hood with his fingers, revealing a harmless smile: "Planning? The church has fallen to this point, what kind of planning do I need to do?"
Mairis grabbed the arm of Throat Bone, a look of nervousness and fear flashed in his eyes: "You and I both know! Even with these weapons, the Church will never be an opponent of Muxi City! Therefore, this battle has not yet begun.
The church has already lost before!"
"Giving so many weapons to a person who must lose, what exactly are you going to do?!"
Throat bone brushed away Mairis's hand in displeasure and shook his arm: "Mind your own business, Mairis. Just like we have always said, you help me perfect the preparation of the undead tyrant, and I will provide
Necessary experimental equipment and raw materials to help you resurrect your son Marcos."
Mairis was stunned, and his stiff palms were weakly put down, and he murmured: "Marcos..."
"Marcos' undead successor form has slowly reached the point where he cannot support it. His consciousness is slowly disintegrating, and his flesh and blood is gradually beginning to rot." Throatbone played with the nail clippers in his hand and said with a chuckle:
"It won't take long before he will turn into a pile of foul-smelling garbage crawling with maggots and die completely."
"The only one who can save him now is the tyrant."
Throatbone turned around and stared into Mairis' eyes: "I gave you all the books collected by Theodore and the notes he once made, and you have read them all.
In the notes, the sage Sutherland, who had been dead for thousands of years, could be resurrected by the tyrant, let alone your wasting away son?"
"Moreover, over the years, we have secretly opened a tunnel under the Supuha Mountains. We have also secretly collected samples of the tyrant raw materials stored by the Presbyterian Church and successfully transported them to our laboratory."
"Right now, the technology, materials, manpower, and all the preparations are complete." Throatbone took a step closer to Miles: "What are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to save your son's life? Don't you just
Are you willing to watch him turn into a pile of rotten flesh?"
"I..." Mairis's facial features twisted into a ball because of pain: "I will go to hell."
Throatbone suddenly burst into laughter: "Hell? If the tyrant's undead transformation succeeds, I... we will become the gods of this world, and heaven and hell will eventually be stepped on by us!"
Throat Bone rolled up his sleeves and peeled off the piece of purple flesh on his arm that Mairis had grabbed from the bone bit by bit.
Throwing this piece of flesh covered with corpse spots to the ground, Throatbone looked at the dots of blue light on the white bones, and said in a cold and biting voice: "Everything the church has done to me, I will do it thousands of times."
Repay them twice as much! Not only their lives, their property, but also their honor, their beliefs, and their souls, I will bring them all to destruction and destruction!"
Accompanied by the gloomy words, Throat Bones stretched his fingers towards his face frantically, tearing off his face like a thin film.
Chin, cheeks, nose, ears, lips...
Blood accompanied the fascia, and the skin was stuck to the nerves, which were torn off by sharp nails, revealing the nightmarish face of flesh and bone.
He brought his face close to Mairis's eyes, his throat was shaking, and his protruding eyeballs were bloodshot: "Open your eyes and look at me! This is the true face of you and me! God, the church, the Bible and even this
The world is no longer relevant to you and me! We represent a new form of existence and the rise of a new species! We will eventually replace all living things and establish a new era!"
Looking at the horror so close at hand, Mairis shook his head helplessly and said: "Sometimes I think you are an out-and-out lunatic, but looking back at the path I have taken, I find that I have already been infected by madness...
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The throat bone is wide open and the chin is wide open, and the muscles on the face are shaking constantly. The words are full of joy: "The progress of civilization, the evolution of the times, and madness are the source of all this! Only by possessing madness can we abandon thinking.
Only by possessing madness can we usher in the baptism of war..."
Melis looked back at the church army's camp, lowered his voice and asked: "I ask you again, why do you want to provoke a war between the church and Muxi City?"
Throat Bone casts his sight further: "This war is just the first step of my plan... When this war is over, I will pull the whole world onto the stage of my madness..."