Paris Island, the Church's military camp.
The central tent.
"Are you sure there's nothing amiss?" Cardinal Rosario's gaze, filled with unprecedented seriousness, swept across Iaquinta and Alaba's faces.
"My lord, rest assured, I have checked everything carefully, there are no problems, everything is going very smoothly," Iaquinta said with a fawning expression, eager to take credit.
Rosario didn't speak, nor did he even look at Iaquinta.
His gaze remained fixed on the face of Barcelona's powerhouse, Alaba.
Alaba nodded and respectfully said, "Reporting to my lord, I have carefully checked everything. There are no flaws, and there are no signs of battle within a radius of ten thousand miles. Moreover, the corpses in the killing formation match perfectly in terms of both strength attributes and quantity. There are absolutely no problems."
The cardinal finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and smiled, "Excellent! You two have worked hard. When we return to Sicily Island, His Holiness Platini and His Blatter will surely reward you handsomely. Generals, please go and rest."
The two bowed respectfully and withdrew.
Iaquinta glanced at Alaba beside him, a hint of jealousy and malice flashing deep in his smiling eyes.
Even a fool could see that Cardinal Rosario's previous behavior clearly showed that he trusted Alaba more, which made Iaquinta very unhappy and even gave him a slight thought of killing him.
Alaba, being such a person, naturally noticed this, but he didn't show it.
Neither of them noticed that, in the instant they turned to leave, two faint, tiny silver lights flew from Cardinal Rosario's slightly drooping fingertips and entered their bodies.
As the two walked out of the tent, Rosario's smiling face gradually turned serious.
He released a wave of Spiritual Power, covering a ten-mile radius around the tent. After carefully investigating and confirming that no powerful beings were monitoring him, he ordered the divine knights guarding the tent to prevent anyone from entering. He then set up powerful killing and illusion arrays inside the tent before tearing open the void in front of him. With a flash, he disappeared into the tent.
"You've arrived?"
Amidst the endless turbulent flow of spacetime, a ball of light flashing with blinding green flames emitted waves of mental energy.
This ball of light possessed immense power; even a True God- level expert would appear as insignificant as an ant before it.
The next instant, a flash of silver light.
Rosario's figure appeared in the deep black space, carefully examining the blazing green light before him. After a long while, he nodded and said, "I've arrived. The plan went smoothly."
"Haha, does that mean we'll soon be able to obtain more fresh materials and blood food, and the Glory of a thousand years ago will be just around the corner?" The blazing green light burst into excited laughter.
"Don't be so careless. I want to know how the Northern Region Empire Expeditionary Army force is progressing," Rosario frowned and reminded him. "This matter cannot afford any mistakes, otherwise it will hinder our plans. If His Majesty Platini were to be enraged, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to bear the consequences."
The power of the green light orb far exceeded that of Rosario by many times; it could probably kill the cardinal in an instant with just a thought.
But what's strange is that the relationship between the two is quite peculiar.
The two were not ranked according to their strength; in fact, Rosario's tone even carried a hint of condescension in his question.
"Hmph, how could our great goblins fail to complete the task set by their master?" The blazing green light was not angered by Rosario's tone. After a slight pause, it roared and laughed maniacally as usual, "Haha, don't worry, in less than four days, the fate of the Northern Region Empire Expeditionary Army will be exactly the same as those Human Clan armies you betrayed—all of them will turn into piles of white bones filled with teeth marks."
Rosario's expression changed, and he roared, "What? No more than four days? So, more than four days have passed, and the Northern Region Empire Expeditionary Army, along with the army composed of elves, dwarves, and gnomes, hasn't collapsed? Have you forgotten that you promised His Majesty Platini that you would send your strongest forces to annihilate the Northern Region Expeditionary Army within three days?"
The bright green light cluster remained silent for a long while before changing its previous arrogant tone and explaining with a hint of helplessness.
"Alright, it's not that the Goblin Empire isn't contributing, it's just that an unexpected turn of events occurred. The Northern Region Imperial Consort's power exceeded our previous estimates. Up to an hour ago, the Goblin Empire had already lost more than thirty True God- level beings at this woman's hands. And my eleven companions and I have to guard the factory and ensure that there are no problems, so we can't leave."
"So it was because of that woman..."
Rosario also fell silent.
He also vividly recalled the scene when they first met on the Paris Island, during the alliance ceremony, when he was on the high altar and was shot away by an arrow from that beautiful and terrifying Valkyrie, almost instantly killed. He still couldn't help but tremble with fear at that moment.
That was the closest he had ever come to death in all those years.
It was this terrifying experience that made him clearly realize the power of the Northern Region Imperial Consort.
In just a few days, the Goblin Empire has lost more than thirty True God- level powerhouses at the hands of this Valkyrie!
This number shows that the goblins were not slacking off; the Valkyrie's power simply far exceeded their plans.
"Very well, in that case, I will report to His Majesty Platini. However, you must also find a way to deal with this woman and this army as soon as possible, otherwise, time will be running out!"
Rosario, unusually, did not accuse, but instead offered a few words of defense for the blazing green light.
"Alright. I will give Platini Majesty an explanation as soon as possible. However, I hope Your Majesty can find a way to hold off that old bastard Maradona for me. Otherwise, once we spare some people to deal with the Northern Region Imperial Consort, the factory is very likely to be discovered by that old bastard."
After the blazing green flame finished speaking, it flickered slightly, released a strong light, and disappeared into the deep black void in the next instant.
Rosario didn't stay here for long either; he tore through the void and disappeared.
It is less than 100,000 kilometers away from Munich Allianz City.
After a day and two nights of continuous forced march, the Imperial allied forces, including Everton, set up camp in the Ruhr Mountains to make final preparations for their upcoming entry into the city.
According to the original plan, the expeditionary force's objective was to cooperate with the Southern Region Human Clan to defeat the Goblin Empire.
However, it now seems that the expeditionary force is doing well to have reached the last two major cities in the Southern Region Iduna and Allianz, alive. The Human Clan needs to reassess the power of the goblins. Perhaps the worst outcome is to establish a safe passage for ultra-long-distance Teleport to transfer the Human Clan in the Southern Region to other major regions and completely acknowledge the defeat in the war in the Southern Region.
Of course, before that, the Human Clan still needs to make a final effort.
Happy New Year everyone!