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Chapter 883: 731: The Oversight

Chapter 883: Chapter 731: The Oversight

Xu Shuo spoke as if lost in thought, yet a meaningful smile curled up the corner of his mouth as his gaze turned eagerly toward the void.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Fang looked up, then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The enemy had played them.

And yet this guy was getting excited about it.

From the beginning of this game, it was the enemy who launched the attack, forcing the Pope of Light to go to the Royal Capital with the flimsy excuse of a coronation.

The conflict and disputes were initiated by them.

The timing and the fuse were also ignited by them.

Half of the initiative in this game had actually always been in the enemy’s hands.

And Xu Shuo’s initial decision to head to the Far North Mountain Range was to fight for that other half.

The Saint Vlaro Empire has stretched on for a thousand years.

Even the Holy See of Light has a history of a thousand years, but the power they wield could in no way match the true rulers of this continent.

The most important aspect of war is the army!

However, the means to counter private forces is that the Holy Court’s army is far inferior to the Imperial Army on this vast continent!

Even with the Silver Shield Legion’s support, it’s the same.

Once the Holy See of Light’s conspiracies to seize power spread across the continent, with hundreds of city-states coordinating their army garrisons, if the Holy See of Light doesn’t have a fallback plan, it’s impossible to withstand this charge.

But the Governors of the Irracks City State are all from the Holy See of Light.

Naturally, it wouldn’t be the only city supporting them.

The Holy See of Light dares to plot for kingship.

A big reason is that the Holy See of Light has already become the spiritual pillar in the hearts of the common people, and if they were to establish a Theocracy Empire, it wouldn’t provoke strong aversion or resistance among ordinary people on the continent.

Ordinary people have never experienced the privilege of having power.

So, their rulers above them, whether it’s the Empire or the Holy Court, actually have no difference whatsoever.

The ones who will feel the change…

Are those who are already at the top of the pyramid – the nobles and officials.

And it is this group of people who control and possess resources and power that the Church most needs to subdue.

War is not a matter of overnight.

It’s just that, in this game.

Xu Shuo’s camp isn’t fit for a prolonged war.

Because players don’t have to consider consequences for the world.

…

“So what do we do? Are we going to send the troops to chase and attack them now?”

Zuo Fang asked after some thought.

Xu Shuo glanced at him, stood up from his seat, and began to descend the steps as he said, “Chasing is definitely on the agenda, but let’s first see what the enemy is planning.”

“You still want to wait for the other side to make a move?” Zuo Fang raised an eyebrow in disagreement.

“I always feel like we missed something,” Xu Shuo mused.

“Missed what? That dragon?”

“No.”

“Elf Clan?”

“Not that either.”

“Silver Shield Legion?”

“Things are going smoothly over there.”

“Wait a second!”

As Xu Shuo approached, Zuo Fang, who had been staring at his face, suddenly thought of something and slapped his hand in a moment of realization.

He said suspiciously, “When you came to the Royal Capital, you gave up the defense of the City of Light, right? Pretty much like Wald XVIII gave up the Royal Capital. So could it be that as you took his territory in the Royal Capital, he went to the City of Light to take over your homeland?”

Xu Shuo looked at him.

Zuo Fang’s face showed certainty.

“What do you think he plans on doing by occupying my City of Light?” Xu Shuo asked with interest.

“Trash your Statue of Light headquarters! Destroy the Holy Court’s faith in the hearts of the people! Then wage a war of attrition!” Zuo Fang said fiercely.

“And what do you think, does he believe I would obediently wage a war of attrition?”

“Emmm… no.”

Zuo Fang shook his head honestly.

He touched his nose, suddenly feeling that his speculation just now seemed rather futile.

But Xu Shuo pondered for a moment.

In the memory of the Pope of Light, there was nothing in the City of Light that would affect their strength and needed to be protected. That was also why Xu Shuo decided to abandon the defense of the City of Light, leading out all of the Holy Court’s forces.

Besides, the City of Light was not so easy to break into.

Not to mention the Holy Maiden of Light was guarding the city.

The City of Light, as the bastion of faith for the entire continent, had no less effort and heart poured into it by the Holy See of Light than this castle’s large-scale magic teleportation array.

So after scouring the Pope of Light’s memories once again…

Xu Shuo temporarily suppressed this matter in his heart and simply drew out a magic jade, sending an inquiring message to the City of Light.

After dispatching the magic stone, Xu Shuo also stepped out of the Underground Temple.

“Let’s go, take a look outside.”

“I feel like there’s a trap the way you look. Don’t end up causing a huge problem, are you sure there’s really no trouble in the City of Light?” Zuo Fang doggedly continued to ask from behind.

“Then why don’t you rush back and check it out?”

“…There’s no time, forget it.”

“Using my power, the magic array inside the castle can be activated one more time. You might as well go back now.”

“…I said forget it!”

Zuo Fang expressed that he hadn’t slept for several days and nights.

…

…

Today at noon.

When the Gate of Palas at the Royal Capital underwent an unexpected change.

In the far-off Western Continent.

Though the vast human continent was immeasurably expansive, there was no boundary line for the difference between day and night. Here at noon, there was a blazing sun, despite being early winter, the sunlight was bright and beautiful.

At one of the Ridge Divides of the Amiciya Mountains.

Atop the canopy of a certain large tree.

The youth who once again lost track of the elf stood at the top of the tree canopy, his dark-red eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at the plains in the distance.

But it seemed like his gaze could penetrate thousands of miles, focused on the City of Light standing at the edge of the Western Continent, causing a faint glimmer of light to sparkle in those dark-red pupils.

The noon sun was splendid, shining down on the boy.

The distant sky was cloudless for thousands of miles, with only the sun hanging high in the heavens, gradually falling towards the west with the passage of time.

Westward was the City of Light.

It was also where the sun would set.

The youth looked in that direction, and for a moment, he couldn’t distinguish whether the shape reflected in his eyes was the sun or the resplendent Power of Light.

“Didn’t even think about why that elf was so persistent about this mountain range,” Luo Kun suddenly cracked a smile, the light in his eyes gradually fading, and his pupils returned to a tranquil dark-red color.

If one wanted the Magical Beast Army to lend their strength.

It would be most fitting for the Ice and Snow Elves to head to the Andas Mountains closer to the Eastern Continent, but instead, they settled for the next best thing, coming to the Amiciya Mountains closer to the City of Light.

Moreover, despite being hunted several times, they still clung to this place persistently.

It showed that the Amiciya Mountains were their true target.

“Oh, might have already guessed as much,” Luo Kun suddenly laughed again.

Guessed but unconcerned, with high probability, it was because the Pope of Light knew nothing of the secret beneath the City of Light.

In fact, it had been a thousand years since any human had known.

…

City of Light.

Within the temple of the Holy See of Light.

The girl dressed in a Platinum Priestly Robe stood still under the Statue of Light, silently praying. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and a flicker of light glided across her pupils.

The girl turned her head toward outside the temple.

With a calm expression, her delicate features were as elegant as jade; a serene and noble temperament that seemed innate. The holiness and purity in her eyes and brows involuntarily inspired reverence.

“A guest has arrived.”

The Holy Maiden of Light softly said: “Go and receive them.”

As her words fell, several silent and lightless figures emerged beside her, their cloaks spreading dark golden patterns reflecting the emblem of the Sun Crown.

The Heresy Tribunal, the most fearsome existence of the Holy See of Light.

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