[Honorable Cardinal Geliwusi:]
Black Pine City was captured on May 15th, 909 AD. A small number of the Holy Crusaders were killed in battle, while the majority were captured.
Three Grand Knights were killed, the rest were captured, all the priests were captured, the novice bishop and the bishop's assistant were captured, and Archbishop Luorui'er disappeared after the war.
Those Stained Ones, whether alive or dead, were identified without error; the survivors were gathered together, but their whereabouts became unknown.
An investigation revealed that no significant disturbances occurred within Black Pine City after its fall.
The army, which calls itself the " Soul Returner Legion," has good military discipline and does not engage in looting or harassment of civilians. However, it does engage in forced buying and selling, but at prices several times higher than the market price. It shows clear signs of training, its weapons and equipment are uniform in design, and all members have mastered Directed Alienation.
A day later, the number of " Soul Returner " in the city decreased significantly, and no large numbers of people were seen leaving the city, raising the possibility that a large secret passage exists.
The key target Duolin, appeared in the city, leading his personal guards to occupy the small chapel, and was having a new plaque made. The contents of the secret report were not yet clear when it was sent.
The key target Nuolun, did not appear.
The key target, " Son of God," has appeared, exuding a powerful and intimidating aura. The secret agents did not approach him proactively, and it is uncertain whether they have been exposed.
The key target, "The Demon," has appeared and easily spotted the spy, but there has been no reaction. Currently—
(Clear application)
(The handwriting gradually became more unrestrained)
Geliwusi, you old fence-sitter, what have you been up to in the Holy City lately?
Come quickly to see the Son of God, preferably with Luxiusi and Sailesi.
Don't wait until their army is at the gates before thinking about surrendering; by then, there won't be any chance left.
I noticed you haven't been very active lately, so I found someone to write something for you to urge you on. Remember how kind I was!
--Your friend, Duma ]
The Holy City, Tree Worship Church Theocracy.
Cardinal Geliwusi looked at the letter in his hand, his soft-featured face bearing his usual habitual smile.
The fall of Fitz Province was expected, but he never imagined that Duma would write to him personally.
Moreover, he used his own secret agent network, which suggests that he may have planted some kind of psychological suggestion in his subordinates, or perhaps used a superficial possession technique.
Duma's application of the demon race's abilities has always been exquisite; otherwise, his spies wouldn't have unknowingly written this secret letter with completely different handwriting and style.
Judging from Duma's tone, he was quite happy during his time at the Second Holy See.
That devil always loved to have fun; it seems that what happened over there really satisfied him.
It's just a pity that he wasn't human and couldn't understand the difficulties the Holy City and he himself faced.
Even if one's heart is already with that Son of God, how could one easily leave the Holy City?
Countless roots intertwine beneath the Holy City; if any one of the three cardinals were to make a move, the Fragility balance would be shattered, and the lives of the Holy City's millions of believers would likely be in danger.
After much deliberation, Geliwusi tore off the bottom half of the letter and destroyed it, then left the Records Office with the part above "Key Target 'Demon'" in his hand, heading towards the magnificent church.
Valhalla, [ Orc Workshop ].
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who had just returned from the campaign in Black Pine City, kicked open the door and stormed into the workshop:
"Have you guys missed me?"
The workshop was quiet, with only a slightly shrunk mobile fortress placed in the center of the specially heightened fortress.
"Crunch, crunch--"
A person lying on a flatbed cart slowly moved out from under the fortress; it was the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] main wheel.
He glanced at the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and said with slight surprise:
"You're back? You came back sooner than I expected."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " sat down at a low table and poured himself a glass of water.
"Hey, 20,000 men, plus all sorts of advanced technology, and they took Black Pine City in less than half a day."
"That's a pity. I thought it would be my turn to play."
"There will always be a chance; you're a mobile respawn point."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " took another sip of water and asked:
How's the progress now?
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] thought for a moment and said:
"The blueprints Gray provided were very useful; the main structure is almost fully installed."
"How many Blood Corpse do you need this time? I'll bring some men to catch them for you."
"No need, [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] is already busy with that."
No wonder I didn't see him.
Upon hearing this, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] suddenly understood:
After Müller-chan was successfully arrested and the three brothers' chariot was reduced to a pile of wreckage, the three of them followed the first group of players and explored the Klaf City for quite some time.
However, the three of them weren't the type to sustain high-intensity combat indefinitely, and one day, while enjoying a thrilling battle, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] suddenly remembered his more pressing matter—
What were the three of them doing here?
It looks like they're testing a prototype armored vehicle.
Where are the chariots now?
It turns out that Müller-chan had already turned it into a pile of junk.
What are you still doing here?
So the three bid farewell to the elite combat players and chose to head back home to rebuild their vehicle. However, as soon as they returned to Valhalla, they learned that Gray had come again.
After calculating that less than two months had passed, the three of them immediately became suspicious.
Thanks to her extremely high level of trust with Gray (and even the rare item she received as a gift), [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] quickly learned the reason for Gray and the others' return, and from the announcement released by Ed, she learned that she would soon organize the Soul Returner to get revenge for Gray (of course, the announcement said it was to launch an exploration).
The three of them immediately had an idea—it was much more tempting to dig up a Grand Duke's old tomb than to keep hunting for meat pigeons in the vast Klaf City.
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] received some technical guidance from Gray and Nora, and thus began production of the second version of the chariot capable of carrying the Resurrection Tree.
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] To ensure the plan goes smoothly, he goes to the Wilderness of Chaos to capture the increasingly rare Blood Corpse.
Only [ Shit Appraisal Master ], as the team's financial backer, didn't have any professional skills to offer besides throwing money at the problem. So, after leaving a sum of money, he took a few players to Black Pine City in the south for a fun-filled day.
By the time he returned from Black Pine City, the chariot was already taking shape and should be ready for the next departure.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] suddenly asked:
How many people is this fortress expected to carry?
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] thought for a moment and said:
"Because we need to reserve a lot of space for the Resurrection Tree, there will only be about five people. Why?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] said:
"It's nothing major, it's just that I wanted to go even though [ the Good Times Don't Last ], so I asked you to check if there were any seats available."
Upon hearing this, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s expression instantly turned serious:
"Is he going too?"
"Is that not allowed?"
After a few seconds of silence, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] said:
"If we don't do business along the way, that's fine."