An army of 100,000 descended from the sky!
Twice!
Such important news could not be kept secret, and at this moment, neither the attacking nor the defending side had any intention of intercepting it.
The news of the sudden Descent of the army was thus delivered to the Holy Soul Hall, the Cathedral, and the Records Office at top speed, reaching the ears of the three cardinals.
At this point, Sailesi had no intention of delving into why not a single scout had reported this along the way.
As a cardinal of the Tree Worship Church who is skilled in manipulating plants, Sailesi, though unable to master the true teleportation spell, can achieve a similar effect through simulation.
Therefore, he could not be completely unable to understand the sudden appearance of divine soldiers.
Since that " Son of God " wants to resolve the issue as quickly as possible, then I should naturally accompany him to the end.
"Pass down the order: proceed according to plan. Everyone just needs to defend the city walls; I'll handle everything else inside the city."
"Yes!"
The young attendant didn't know if this would be the last order he ever received, but he carried it out resolutely nonetheless.
Unexpectedly, the two met at this moment in the cathedral not far away.
Looking at the slightly overweight, smiling old man in front of him, Luxiusi pointed to another chair in the small prayer room:
"Please sit down."
Geliwusi sat down nonchalantly, glancing at the meticulous, lean cardinal:
"What did you call me here for?"
Luxiusi remained in a state of rest with his eyes closed.
"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"
"That's not like something you would say."
Geliwusi curled his lip:
"If you've always been this understanding, they wouldn't have chosen me to be the buffer between you and Sailesi back then."
Let's get down to business.
Geliwusi looked at the person in front of him, and seeing that the other party was unwilling to speak, he continued:
"We're all getting on in years, why are you hiding things like this? Besides, you're the one who invited me here, this isn't like you, old man."
"Then I'll be blunt."
Luxiusi's tone remained unchanged:
"I am about to die, so the task of welcoming the Son of God can only be entrusted to you."
"Oh, you want to..."
Geliwusi's tone, which had been playful, suddenly turned somber upon realizing what he had heard:
"Are you going to die?!"
"What nonsense are you spouting, you old tree?"
The chubby cardinal looked his thin colleague, who was facing the icon, up and down:
"I admit you look a bit old, but with your level and rank, you could live for at least another hundred years! Why do you have to die...?"
"Oh!"
Geliwusi suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence:
"You're going to fight Sailesi to the death?"
His facial expression changed several times, and then he began a series of persuasive statements:
"Surely not? What does his stubborn resistance have to do with you, old man?"
"Since last year, how much overt and covert help have you given that ' Son of God '?"
"He killed the Stained Ones, and you helped suppress the news; he inquired about the current situation, and you sent him a secret letter; I sent people to the north to investigate, and you told me to destroy the report directly; worried that he would be short-handed, you even sent him a Holy Crusaders... although it doesn't seem to have helped much."
"But I'm not saying this to be mean, but you've really done enough."
"Don't even mention him being some kind of ' Son of God.' Even if he were resurrected by the Tree God himself, can you find someone more devout than you?"
As they spoke, Geliwusi had already approached Luxiusi. He first bowed to the icon, which would never respond, to acknowledge the sin of his earlier words, and then continued to advise him:
"Now that the ' Son of God ' you've bet on is about to besiege the city, once Sailesi is dead, I, this unclean cardinal, will have no choice but to retire. Won't you then be the only cardinal left?"
"You can't die! I'm counting on you to save my life!"
Geliwusi became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and finally revealed his true concerns.
"Besides, even though Sailesi is the best fighter, if the two of us team up, he won't win so easily, right?"
"At that time, with the Son of God outside and us inside, Sailesi will have no choice but to surrender or die."
"At this point, unless you have some compelling reason to launch an attack now, I really can't think of any other reason for it."
"Do you and Sailesi have some old grudge? Like, who stole whose sweetheart a hundred years ago?"
"You really don't know why this is for."
Luxiusi listened patiently to Geliwusi's sarcastic advice before finally speaking to explain:
"This has nothing to do with Sailesi; it's something else, something none of you know."
"Then why don't you just say it!"
Geliwusi, who was preparing to use Luxiusi as a lifeline, was clearly getting a little anxious, but the person in front of him still kept his eyes slightly closed and remained calm.
" Geliwusi, do not confront Sailesi head-on. As long as you stabilize the Holy City and prevent internal strife, you will be considered meritorious and blameless in the eyes of the Son of God."
"That sounds like nonsense!"
Geliwusi swore again, gave the statue a perfunctory bow, and then continued speaking to Luxiusi:
"Which of us doesn't know Sailesi's abilities?"
"Stabilizing the Holy City sounds simple, but he wants the Holy City to explode, so I have no choice but to stand my ground."
"In the end, isn't it still a head-on confrontation? I'm not absolutely certain of victory... So what is it that you absolutely have to do?"
"Preaching."
"What? What are you saying?"
"I said I had to give a sermon, that's what I had to do, so I couldn't help you fend off Sailesi."
"Old brother, I'm begging you, please make things clearer, okay?"
"No."
Luxiusi rejected Geliwusi outright:
"If I make this clear, you'll have no other choice but to join."
"By then, Sailesi will be even more uncontrollable, so let's clarify our division of labor: you will defend against Sailesi, and I will... preach."
Geliwusi's chest heaved violently; it was hard to imagine that the old man, usually known as a smiling tiger, could be so angry.
"I'll ask one last time, is this... really that important?"
"Very important."
"Is Sailesi ' plan more important than the lives of millions in the Holy City?"
"Yes."
"Can't I really know?"
"Cannot."
"You... are you really going to die?"
"Right."
Luxiusi answered all the questions decisively.
Looking at one of the three cardinals with whom he had known and fought for a century, Geliwusi sighed deeply:
"I understand. I'll go and hold off Sailesi. I hope the Son of God will grant me a good outcome."
"He... he will."
Luxiusi said with certainty:
" Nuolun told me that he was a very good boy."
"I hope he really is."
Geliwusi's figure disappeared into the small prayer hall. Luxiusi straightened his prayer posture and silently recited the prayer from the Holy Scripture one last time.
He gently raised his head and murmured as if to himself:
Have you arrived?
Samuer.