The high priest Delphi has been waiting for this day for too long.
Ever since he came to this new dimension with the mission of spreading the teachings of the Dark God and reviving the Dark Temple, he has never had a peaceful sleep.
Although with the fighting power far beyond ordinary people and the support of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, the progress of the spread of the faith was faster than they imagined, Delphi was filled with emotion but also worried.
He suspected that the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke had ulterior motives, and was worried that the surrounding nobles only regarded them as a tool for fighting, and was afraid that due to his own mistakes, the Dark Temple's revival plan would fall short.
How Delphi hoped that the messenger who carried the will of the great god could stay by his side and make these difficult decisions for him, while he himself only had to obey orders and be a pawn beside the messenger.
He didn't know what the Messenger and Isabella were doing when they stayed in the Braden Kingdom; he didn't know how long it would take for the Messenger to pass through the space channel and come to this plane to guide them in the direction.
Until today, when the high priest Delphi saw the vision on the zenith, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Relying on his intuition as a believer of the God of Darkness, he believed that the darkness that soaked half of the sky must be a signal sent to them by the messenger.
Only the messenger has the ability and qualifications to create such a majestic spectacle in this plane.
Just when Delphi and Ariel were looking up at the sky with tears streaming down their faces, a man suddenly appeared behind them without making a sound.
"Is this the miracle sent by the God of Darkness that you believe in?" I heard this man say in a sinister tone.
Delphi turned around and quickly recognized the man's identity.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is lean, his skin is as pale as a corpse, and his sparse hair is also very light. He is wearing a large and gorgeous silk robe. At first glance, he looks like a man wrapped in a sheet.
Skeleton on the body.
But the most eye-catching feature about him is that he has a pair of dark red, vampire-like eyes. As long as you are stared at by him, you will vaguely feel an eerie chill rushing towards your face.
Delphi knew that this man was called "Strange Hob Eiff" and was the personal advisor of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
The reason why he is called "weird" is because this person not only looks weird, but also has a weird way of doing things.
A set of conversations between him and Delphi can perfectly reflect his eccentric character
Delphi: "Mr. Ev, have you ever believed in gods before?"
Hobuev: "I only believe in myself."
Delphi: "Why are you willing to be a nameless personal advisor to the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke?"
Hobuev: "Because I know this is what I'm destined to do."
Delphi: "Destined?"
Hobuev: "Because I know that I will meet the other half of my life in the territory of the Iron-blooded Duke."
Okay, I can't talk any more today.
Because Delphi has never been able to understand how this weird guy's brain works.
This guy often jumps in his thinking and produces some unpredictable brain circuits, as if part of his brain has been chewed by a dog. But at critical moments, he can make timely suggestions for the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke and come up with many shocking cases.
The amazing strategic policy, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's expansion of territory is indispensable for this guy's contribution.
"Perhaps every mental patient is a hidden genius!" Delphi could only comfort herself this way whenever she saw this "weird" Hobuev.
At this moment, when seeing the weirdo Hobuev appear behind him, Delphi sighed helplessly because he was dissatisfied with this guy's attitude. He wanted to accuse this guy a few words, but felt that there was no need to waste his time.
When arguing with a mental patient, he straightened his chest and said with a rather proud attitude:
"Of course. Only my Lord has the power to create such a great miracle!"
Hearing Delphi's words, Hobuev muttered in a low voice, "It seems that what is supposed to come will eventually come." Then he raised his head, stared at Delphi with his gloomy red eyes and said:
"The High Priest of Delphi and the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke want to start a decisive battle with the King of Gray Eagle Kingdom's army on the Falling Star Plains. He wants to ask for your opinion."
"I have long said that there is no need for him to be so anxious," Delphi said earnestly, "If we are given a little more time to develop more believers, our combat effectiveness will become stronger and our chances of winning will become greater.
"But now, although we have strong troops and horses, the king is not a vegetarian. And he also has a large number of reinforcements from the Coral Kingdom. I really can't guarantee that we will win."
As a superior person, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke was good at everything, but sometimes he was too impatient and had a bad temper. Delphi silently commented in his heart.
"But this time, the Duke has no choice." Hobuev's face suddenly became serious, and his tone became cold. "A few days ago, the king sent people to sneak attack our military camp. Because of their careless defense, they
He killed Lord Kenny, the most capable subordinate and vassal of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke. If the Duke had not expressed his intention, he would have chilled the hearts of other vassals."
Delphi sighed again.
He knew that this plane was still implementing a relatively backward fiefdom system. The relationship between the vassal and the vassal was only loyalty and protection. The vassal had great autonomy. When a war occurred, the vassal theoretically
They should respond to the lord's call and fight for him. Of course, if the vassal betrays the lord and secretly helps the lord's enemies, the lord will have difficulty in restraining him other than morality.
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke also gave his vassals full confidence and sense of security because of the series of victories he had won before, so they gathered under his command and responded.
But now that Lord Kenny died due to careless defense, this sense of security has been shaken a little.
At this critical moment, the Iron-Blooded Duke must find a way to regain the confidence of his vassals.
A big victory is undoubtedly the best way.
It's just that the timing is now...
Just as Delphi was frowning, he heard the fat Ariel yelling: "Delphi, you are always hesitant and indecisive. For such boring things, let me go up with an ax and chop off the king's head."
That’s it?”
"Shut up!" Delphi scolded.
Although his tone was stern, he was thinking in his mind, how wonderful it would be if things in this world were really as simple as the fat man said, and everything could be solved with an axe!
"Well, it would be great if the messenger was here."
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at the same time.
A few minutes ago, Allen and Isabella had just passed through the crystal wall of the plane through the space channel, and slowly landed on a barren mountain in this plane from the air.
Just as they were observing their surroundings attentively, they suddenly found countless pairs of green eyes staring at them, with a cold light of hunger and ferocity in those eyes.
"Lord Messenger, we seem to be surrounded by wolves."
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