"Sure, but how do you plan to conduct what you call... publicity?"
Nuowa understood Ed's line of thinking, but she had doubts about his methods.
The Son of God before him had given him a very clear sense of déjà vu for a long time.
After pondering for a long time, Nuowa finally realized:
The person before him, with his unconventional and imaginative style, was quite similar to his ancestor Stral, who could see hundreds of years into the future and had many ingenious ideas.
If his ancestor were alive today, he and the Son of God before him would have much in common.
"Promotion is actually very simple, as long as you trust me enough."
Ed smiled and looked at Nuowa:
"I only need a little bit of your memory--"
Ed recalled the moment when he shared some of his ancient memories with Balund.
That was a new ability he had recently developed; as long as the other party allowed it, he could inject his memories into their minds in the form of images.
Similarly, by simply reversing the operation, one can proactively access another person's memories with their cooperation.
He said to Nuowa:
"Briefly lower your psychological defenses and recall your life over the past century. I will extract the important parts and compile them into an 'information stream,' at which point all those Soul Returner will know the contributions you have made to this world."
"There are actually such methods?"
Nuowa looked up in astonishment:
"If this is beneficial to our cooperation, I don't mind."
"Alright, let's not delay, close your eyes first."
Ed didn't waste any more words; his right hand had already transformed into a dark green vine tendril.
After Nuowa agreed, the Alienation vine tentacles, resembling electrodes from a medical device, gently touched the prince's temples.
As memories deep within his mind were unearthed, Ed extracted the useful parts while simultaneously refining them artistically.
Nuowa had expected the process to take a long time, but it ended in less than a minute.
He looked at Ed in disbelief:
"Is that all?"
Ed nodded:
"It's over. It's that simple."
At the same time, the long-dormant official account of the game " World of Disorder " simultaneously released a new promotional video on various platforms:
The Adventures of the Short-Eared Elf
Please be patient.
The council chamber of the Holy City College of Cardinals now packed with people, all listening solemnly to Cardinal Sailesi, who sat at the head of the table, deliver his speech.
"The false Son of God personally led an army on a distant expedition, even informing various provinces of this, claiming it was a 'pilgrimage' to the holy Holy City. While it appeared grand and confident, in reality, his army was surely exhausted and outmatched!"
With a formidable enemy at hand, Cardinal Sailesi was prepared to fight with all his might.
However, the people of the Holy City were in a state of panic during this time, and not everyone would do as he wished.
Many people are trying to find out what kind of people the rebels in the north are, and some have even prepared to surrender.
In other words, the plant-like people did not need to eat, which prevented the entire Holy City from experiencing soaring prices and widespread public discontent.
Some time has passed since the last gathering of the Stained Ones. Apart from the two cardinals Geliwusi and Luxiusi, who have made their stance clear, the number of Stained Ones attending this time is a small fraction less than before.
Some Holy Crusaders officers who considered themselves not to be seriously guilty, after learning about the Son of God's character through private channels, directly chose to openly criticize him.
They were the Holy Crusaders, and although they were Stained Ones, their primary function was combat and defense; they did not participate in those heinous human experiments.
If you're captured by the rebels—no, the insurgents—the worst that can happen is a conviction and a few years of labor reform. But if you resist to the end, you might be killed on the spot.
People aren't stupid; they naturally understand the principle of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
The actions of the Holy Crusaders officers naturally displeased Sailesi, the leader of the Stained Ones.
The cardinal had recently been furious and severely punished a group of Holy Crusaders officers, imprisoning them all.
But this approach was clearly ineffective; the more frantic Sailesi became, the more desperate he seemed.
Only those with blood on their hands, who knew that surrender meant certain death, chose to follow him down this dark path.
After listening to Sailesi's speech, a middle-aged man dressed in archbishop's robes raised his hand to indicate that he had something to say:
"Your Grace, reliable intelligence from the north indicates that the rebels significantly increase their troop strength after capturing each territory, which may be due to them forcibly conscripting able-bodied men from the occupied areas."
"Where did you get this information?"
Before Sailesi could say anything, another Stained Ones archbishop retorted:
"My jurisdiction is close to the rebel territory, and I have received many remnants of the Holy Crusaders and refugees who fled here. According to them, the rebels have very strict discipline and such incidents have not occurred."
"Oh, so you mean the Holy Crusaders ' discipline isn't strict enough?"
The person who spoke first realized they were in the wrong and began to change their tactics.
"You know perfectly well what level of discipline the Holy Crusaders have."
The latter retorted once, then fell silent.
"Alright."
A dignified voice rang out, and Sailesi lightly tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention:
"The officers of the Holy Crusaders are currently demoralized, but the soldiers are still quite capable."
"After today's meeting, the Holy Crusaders I have imprisoned will be placed under your command."
"Everyone here is a seminary graduate; surely you can't even do something this simple?"
The bishops and archbishops looked at each other, but none of them seemed to think there was anything wrong with what they were doing.
As Sailesi said, there was not only a superior-subordinate relationship between everyone present and Sailesi at the head of the table, but also a hidden relationship of teacher and student.
The theological seminary of the Theocracy has three principals, corresponding to three cardinals, and Sailesi's personal disciples are naturally his priority targets for corruption and win-winning.
Putting aside other aspects, as students of Sailesi, they were not exactly weaklings when it came to command and combat.
After a brief discussion, everyone bowed and accepted the order.
Sailesi continued:
"Your task in this battle is to guard the outskirts of the Holy City with these Holy Crusaders."
"As for other matters, whether it's replenishing troops or anything else, I will handle them."
"If we win this battle and deliver a crushing blow to that Son of God, the rebels will surely collapse without a fight, and we will then have absolute dominance over the Theocracy!"
The crowd stood like a row of puppets, feeling Sailesi's lofty and solemn voice resounding from the depths of their minds:
Did you understand?
Vines climbed up to their ankles, roots piercing into their flesh, and bewitching crimson spider lilies appeared on their necks, chests, and even hands.