The believers of the Dark Temple gathered around the round table, feeling the power of the gods boiling in their bodies. They were surprised, but also felt extremely happy.
Especially the new believers recruited in Pain's plane find this unbelievable.
After all, the plane of Pain is a plane with a power limit of only level three. Most of these believers are ordinary people with no magic power or outstanding military power. The so-called superpowers usually only exist in rumors and daydreams.
Because of this, when they saw the faint black mist rising from their fingertips, saw the dust on the ground rising quietly with their thoughts, saw the withered yellow leaves turning into dust in the black mist, and even
I doubted that I was dreaming.
This kind of visible and tangible miracle is different from other sects on the plane of Payne.
At this moment, someone took the lead and said, "This must be the credit of the Messenger." Then everyone stood up and faced the direction in which the Messenger left, chanting "Praise to the Great God of Darkness" over and over again.
, "Praise the Lord Messenger".
Regarding the upcoming battle, their doubts gradually dissipated and they became confident again.
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night.
The night is dark and the stars are sparse.
Under the blowing cold wind, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's military camp became increasingly heavily guarded.
In recent times, after the promulgation of new policies and decrees, a large number of young people in the duchy have joined the army, eager to make military exploits and secure a good future for themselves.
During the day, swords were sharpened on the training ground and there were roars; even at night, some people couldn't help but pull out their swords, pose in a few poses under the moonlight, and play the role of the knight errant in the poem.
To put it in Allen's words, it's like having a second-rate addiction.
Above the training ground is the balcony of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's castle.
Watching those young soldiers holding up their swords and shouting "Fight for the Lord" and "Fight for the God of Darkness" every day, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke himself would inevitably be infected, and they would arouse the young people's fighting spirit.
Well, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke was originally a young man.
His full name is Mayfield McNeil. He is not yet fifteen this year. He has a young but delicate baby face, is not tall, has a slender build, and has a pale complexion. He has the temperament of a frail and beautiful boy in dramatic poetry.
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However, perhaps because he did not want to leave a "weak" impression to others, he preferred to wear a thick suit of armor to cover himself tightly, leaving nothing exposed except a pair of gray-green eyes.
Whether he is reviewing the army or receiving guests, he always dresses like this.
Or maybe it's because of the birth of an illegitimate child, the entire journey from abandoned child to duke, and the long-term battle of wits and courage with relatives and vassals. The eyes of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke don't look like a young man of fourteen years old at all.
people.
Deep and sharp, like a lone wolf in the wilderness.
Tonight is no exception.
Duke Mayfield was also wearing a helmet and armor, holding a sword on his waist. He sat quietly on the main seat in the hall, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if in deep thought.
As for why he didn't go to bed so late...
The reason is simple, he has insomnia.
In the past years, he had worked hard to finally sit firmly on this chair, and with the help of the power of the Dark Temple, his territory developed rapidly and became something that even the king of the Greyhawk Kingdom deeply admired.
A fearful force.
But now, a fierce battle is coming.
If he succeeds, maybe he can kick the King of Greyhawk Kingdom off his throne and replace him.
If he fails...then he will have nothing.
Everything he had worked so hard to achieve in the past would be wasted.
Because of this, it's hard for him to feel not anxious.
However, at this moment, Iron-blooded Grand Duke Mayfield suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside the hall.
"I told you, don't disturb me tonight." He opened his eyes and said in a cold voice.
"Your Majesty the Duke, the army will set off tomorrow. You must go to rest as soon as possible, so as not to exhaust yourself."
But the oak door of the hall was still pushed open.
The person who walked in was the Duke's personal advisor, "Weird" Hobuev.
In this castle, he is the most trusted person by the Iron-Blooded Duke, and he is also the only person who dares to disobey the Duke's orders.
"I'm not tired at all." The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's tone was very calm, but Hobuev could hear the stubbornness of a young man in it.
So, Hobuev raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if to say to him, "Be good and be obedient."
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke frowned, his eyes filled with coldness.
He hates being treated like a child.
If another person had winked at him like this, he would have had him dragged out and beheaded in public.
Hobuev smiled and then said to him: "Your Majesty, I know what you are worried about.
"You know that you can't win this battle without the help of the Dark Temple's power; but you are also worried that if the Dark Temple is too powerful and establishes a high prestige in this war, it is likely to turn against the enemy.
Above you."
The Iron-Blooded Grand Duke once suspected that Hobuev was a roundworm in his belly, and what he just said fully proved this suspicion.
After hearing these words, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke reluctantly nodded.
As a superior, he undoubtedly has a common problem among superiors, which is that he hates his subordinates guessing his thoughts.
"In fact, you don't need to worry at all, Your Majesty the Duke," Hobuev said with a smile, "If my intuition is correct, the Dark Temple is not interested in worldly power at all. What they want, maybe"
"Mr. Hobuev, that's not what I'm worried about at all," Iron-blooded Grand Duke Mayfield interrupted. "Gods may not care about mortal things, but it is inevitable that mortals will take advantage of the majesty of gods to do evil."
Hobuev lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There's no need to worry about that."
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At the same time, in the territory of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke.
Allen walked quietly on the street in the middle of the town, and saw a neatly dressed and wealthy-looking young man not far away, coaxing several women next to him.
This young man claims to be the priest of the Dark Temple and is selling something called "Atonement", claiming that as long as he spends money to buy it, the God of Darkness will forgive all the sins of mortals and enter the God of Darkness after death.
Enjoy the blessings of the Kingdom of God.
Seeing such a scene, Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.