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Chapter 273 General Sil Vanus' Saber

Compared with the solemn atmosphere in the main hall, Nancy's performance seemed a little presumptuous.She just leaned against the stone pillar and stood aside.Even when the monks prostrated to the priest and Quan Jian, they did not make any movements.

But except for the priest and Marco, everyone else pretended that Nancy didn't exist, like some indecent filth standing over there.When members of the hunting group entered the Holy Province, they should have tied bells on their ankles to inform others to retreat in time.This was originally a safety measure similar to preventing infectious diseases and isolating coordinate pollution, but over time it became a relationship of superiority and inferiority.

But after Marco announced Helvetia's death, several monks couldn't help casting surprised glances at Nancy.Why a nightman appeared here, now there is only one explanation left.

It was at her hands that the Silent City died.

A monk in a red velvet robe couldn't help but take a few steps back towards the main entrance, and then looked at the priest on the throne and Marco who was standing beside him.He is smart and reacts slightly faster than others, so he thought of the deeper meaning of this matter.If Nancy was a nightman recruited by the Third Church through normal channels and raised from a young age, she would never have the ability to kill Helvetia.So, she was by no means a member of the Eucharist.

"underground river."

The monk subconsciously said that the word reminded him of too many bad things.Now, even here they are beginning to appear.

But did she infiltrate it herself, or did someone introduce it on purpose?

If the chief priest is going to cooperate with Anhe, isn't he afraid of being backlashed in the end?
Although none of the monks expressed their attitude, the ever-changing expressions on their faces still revealed what they thought in their hearts.But the officiant on the throne just supported his bark-like cheek with one hand, his eyelids drooped, as if he was asleep.

"How many of you are there?" Marco asked Nancy straightforwardly, ignoring the panicked monks.

Nancy withdrew her observing gaze.Killing Silent City is tantamount to declaring war on the principality authorities, and her answer now will determine what position the Third Church will take in the ensuing confrontation.

"It's just me," she said.

No one will believe this statement.

"The Holy Province has no spare capacity to provide you with too much. In recent years, the church has been declining, so we can only try our best to maintain the basic sacraments..." Marko said after deliberation.

"I'm well aware of your situation," Nancy said.After all, she has been lurking in the hunting group under the jurisdiction of the Holy Province for many years:

"But I want you to understand the simple fact that I'm not here to ask for help from any of you," she said:
"Because now, I am helping you."

Compared with Nancy and Anhe, the Eucharist, which was losing ground in the face of encroachment by the principality authorities, needed help more.

Marco looked back at the officiant, and the old man opened his eyes at some point, and sat up straight with his rickety body.He seemed to be too old to speak, but Marco still read the signal from his eyes that the priest had already made a decision.

The sky has the rules of the sky, and the earth follows the rules of the earth.Believers can be fanatical, but the priest must be calm, because without the determination to fall into hell, the kingdom of God on earth will never be built.The priest's teaching to him flashed through Marco's mind, so as long as the motive is pure, even cooperating with the dark river can be forgiven.

"what do you need?"

Ignoring the hesitation of the monks under the throne, Marco asked Nancy.In order to fight against Archduke Edmund, the Principality of Saint Province will provide necessary assistance to Dark River.

"I need very little, just two things." Nancy said briefly:

"First, hide all traces of my existence in the Jackdaw Hunting Group." This is almost the only clue the Grand Duke can trace her identity.

"Second, I want to borrow a sword from the Holy Province resident."

A sword, Marco frowned.

"——the priest's right sword?"

Can only think of this answer, Marco looked at the power sword on the bracket, holding it, he can command believers throughout the principality, but this also means that the Holy Province and the Grand Duke are in full-scale war.And that would be a big enough event to be recorded in history.

Even in today's tense situation, the collapse of the dominoes it triggered will also bring disaster to the holy provinces of the "Holy Communion" in other Ankh allies.

"Do not."

Nancy denied that she never looked at the sword more than once, even though it was still the highest symbol of the church's authority, but now it is just a fragile and old thing, it has long lost its strength, and it is not letting go. It will only sink together. .

"The sword I want has already been buried in the church cemetery, no one cares about it, and I think you will not begrudge it."

She paused word by word, and said a name that made everyone unexpected:

"Syl Vanus, General's Sword."

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Two days passed, and as his skills became more proficient, Ke Lin had made nearly a thousand coordinate trackers.During this period, he only went out to purchase some experimental instruments. Other than that, the thousand ceremonies were completely made of the materials Nancy brought, and there was even a lot of surplus.

During this period, he improved the process several times. With the limit of precision that the current intention can focus on, the volume of a miniature ceremony was finally controlled at about four cubic millimeters.As a finished product, a thousand coordinate-measuring rituals were inscribed on a palm-sized copper plate.

In addition, it is supplemented by "FM Ritual" and "Background Sound Screening". It is first tuned to the Urju Quadrant of the Devil, and then the frequency suppression is stopped, and only the background sound of reality is blocked.Through this simple process, Ke Lin successfully "sowed" these miniature rituals into Urju Hell.

Although on a physical level the copper plate was just lying quietly in Colin's room, at every five millimeters or so of its location it began to exhibit vastly different frequencies.One thousand and seventy-two coordinate measuring rituals began to read different results, and it was constantly changing.This shows that at the virtual world level, those tiny rituals are being scattered and drifted by the foehn wind around the giant tower of hell.

An unprecedented way of exploring virtual worlds has appeared.Compared with previous explorers who personally measured in the imaginary world, the efficiency of these drifting objects has undoubtedly been improved by hundreds or even thousands of times.

From this moment on, Ke Lin's intention focused on the operation of these thousands of miniature rituals at the same time.This is the training method he has always been most familiar with, so he didn't feel so difficult.According to his current feelings, he estimated that the number of ceremonies must be increased to about 6000 before the intention reaches the previous load limit.

But because time is limited, we can only stop here for the time being.He left the seat, put the miniature ceremony and the red stone under the bed, and sprinkled clean salt around in a circle, in order that it could absorb as much as possible the escaped spiritual essence in the ceremony.

According to the agreement with the pigeon manure and Emir of the Electromagnetic Environment Investigation Department, today is the day when the coordinate collectors arrive at Danalo.Ke Lin selected one of several amber-shaped coordinate stabilization devices.From now on, this will be Amo's coordinates, he thought.Others are virtual coordinates like fake identities.

He took one last look at the messy footprints all over the floor, and left the room.

(End of this chapter)